WARNING: This probably isn't great, but in gives you a more in-depth look at the changes.

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This chapter is in Alice's's POV, because she totally rocks! Plus, she's the only one I felt like doing. :) Also, you people won't vote in my pole. Grr! (Watch out, angry twelve year old, haha).

Again, this chapter is dedicated to 'Beautiful Sunrise'. If you're reading this, we still need to figure out a time to go on MSN when you're in Cape Breton. Here's to you, ya weirdo! :)

Chapter 3: Alice

Alice POV:

I zoned into another vision. The one I've been having the past for as long as I can remember (which is only two days). An eerie pair of red eyes, the same I saw in the shadows last night. No matter how many times they have me the shock treatment, the visions always come back. To me, it used to be a blessing...being able to see things others couldn't. Now it's just a curse...the thing that (apparently) wrecked my life. Made me forget my family, my whole life.

I should probably explain about...all this.

My name is...well, they tell me it's Mary Alice Brandon. I believe them, though I don't know why I should. They lie to me, saying I don't have visions. They hurt me, giving me the shock treatment, which usually makes me lose my memory. I remember how much it hurts though.

The workers here, at the asylum, say my family sent me here because I was claiming I had visions. I had just told the truth, and given up my life. I wish I had lied.

I heard the click of the lock. Someone was coming in. Did they see my eyes become unfocused for that split second? They seem to see everything...which is where my theory originated from: People in asylums aren't crazy...the workers make them think they are. I have a lot of free time in here, so I have over a hundred theories.

The footsteps coming in hit the floor heavily. So it's not Dr. Chance, the only nice one here. He usually sneaks me books at night, even if they're confiscated in the morning. They say that I coudl hurt myself, but I think they just want me to die from boredom...one less patient to hurt.

"Hello Mary."

Dr. Merne. The one who is in charge of my shock treatments. Joy.

"Hi, Dr. Merne." I say dully, mustering all the contempt I can into those words.

"Time for you treatment." How can he sound happy about it?

"I can't wait." I say dryly, but I sit up as he attaches the head gadget.

I can't help wondering. Will I lose my memory this time? I try to imagine what it would be like, to suddenly not remember this whole thing. And honestly? I think it would be good. I've already lost all the memories I want to hold on to, and I think waking up without remembering any of this hell..

"Are you ready, Mary?" What does he think? 'Oh yes, Dr. Merne! I just love getting shocked so badly I lose my memory!' But it's not like I had a choice, so I muttered my consent.

I tensed, tears welling up in my eyes as he reached towards the button. 3...2...1...

I screamed. My head...my head felt like it was being fried, burnt...basically like there were dozens of electric eels surrounding my cranium. After a few seconds, I couldn't even think anymore. Somehow, I felt a blackness crushing down on me, farther and farther. I fought against it-- would I remember this when I woke up?-- but it was relentless, and eventually I just let go, drifting into a vast ocean of darkness...

My eyes fluttered. I couldn't leave them open for long. They felt like lead weights.

Where was I? Who was I? Wherever I was, it was dark...except for a glint of color in the corner. Wait...were those...eyes? They looked bloodred, and sinister.

"Hello?" I whispered, the words grating my dry throat.

A person emerged in to the small shaft of light from the hall, slanted into a corner of the room. He was pale, the palest skin I had ever seen-- almost white. He had croppped short brown hair and looked...wild somehow. But his most striking feature was his eyes...they glinted, cold and disturbing, down at me. Me, the girl curled into a ball in the corner.

Suddenly I heard a gasp from the doorway. It was another man, his skintone the same shade as the man standing over me. Except this newcomer's eyes were a strange shade of gold. The memory of golden eyes presented itself in my head. The man in the doorway...worked here...he was...nice...and gave me books. Yes, that seemed right.

I tore myself away from the past and focused on the situation at hand. The man who had just gasped let out an inhuman growl. The next thing I felt was a blow directly to my stomach, and suddenly, I was flying. The midnight air (how did I get outside?) whipped against my face and the rocky ground passed by at an impossible speed. I was slung over a shoulder...the person had pale hands--please tell me it was the doctor!-- and, I saw, as my eyes traveled farther up the arm, a white lab coat. The doctor! I sighed in relief.

After about five minutes-- I struggled and griped for a few seconds, but realized it was futile and went limp-- the man let me down. I glanced around quickly, but I couldn't see much in the dark. All I made out was grass aroung my head, and I flower sprouting up next to my right ear.

I sat up so quickly my head spun and demanded to know where I was. The man didn't answer me, but brought his face closer to mine, placing a hand on my shoulder. I could see the fear--terror, really-- and indecision in his eyes, yet his face and voice remained calm.

"I'm sorry." he whispered almost inaudibly. "But it's the only way."

His face came closer, much closer, like he was going to kiss me. He tilted his head, and in one quick move, bit my neck.

Wait! Bit my neck? That wasn't normal, was it? Before I had time to think about this, a heat began, deviating from the place he had bitten me. It spread through my body, first warming my body in the chilly night air, then becoming too hot, stifling. I mumbled for it too cool down, barely aware I sounded like and ididot. It got hotter and hotter...much, much too hot. It burned. My body was burning...I was being burned alive!

I started screaming, crying, yelling at the man to make it stop. I couldn't stop myself...it hurt, it hurt..so badly. My subcounscious remarked I was flying again in the man's arms.

After than, my coherent thoughts faded and I screamed and screamed, the cool air rushing by.

I woke on a patch of grass. Where was I? I felt..different, though I didn't know how I should feel in the first place. I felt strong, powerful. I could smell a cool, minty scent, and hear the leaves rustle in the wind, but the thing I noticed most was a dry burning, and ache in my throat. I opened my eyes, hoping that would give me some clue to whoever--whatever--I was.

I was in a large grassy field, weeds and trees all around, it was dark, but you could see hints of light over the horizon. I was also alone, no one next to me, which somehoe felt wrong.

Suddenly my surroundings disappeared, and I saw a new area. It was a Texan bar, as I saw from a sign above the menu, and I was on a stool. I man was approaching me. He had honey blond hair and dark, midnight black eyes. I hopped down from my perch and said, in a tinkling bell voice;

"You've kept me waiting a long time."

Then the scene morphed into a large white house. Inside, I could see people. I was dragging along the man from my first vision along behind me. I rapped loudly on the door, and a bewildered man with light blond hair opened the door.

I snapped back to the meadow. Somehow, I knew that--that face, the Texan bar, the white house-- was my future. I set off towards the sunrise. I would fulfill that destiny.

My only though was of the man with the blond hair. In a weird way, I could feel who he was. I would find him, and, from the on, we would go to to white house with the family in it. We would join them.

Me. Me and Jasper.

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