A/N- Ok, Alana, say it!

Alana- do I have to?

M/M- Yes. You're my captive until the good people review. READ YOUR CARD!

Alana- Ummmmm… okay…" Hello. I am not waiting to be rescued, so don't worry, just…" Hey! I am waiting to be rescued, and this is the worst cue card I've ever seen!

M/M- Well, then, if you're going to be hurtful.

Chapter Four

Waking Up

I stopped screaming when I ran out of breath.

I felt like a jackhammer was attaching my head, and I was a bit…..dry. Like I needed a drink of water, the way you do when you're outside in the summer.

I was in a white room. White bed, white sheets, white lamp, table, chair, everything was white. The table was long, taking up half the wall. It was cluttered with things you see in hospitals, like bandages, thread, a stethoscope, etc., along with several unidentifiable machines and what looked like herbal medicines.

There was no window, and only one door. A large pot was shattered on the ground. That was probably what had woken me up.

Cleaning up the pot was the creature that had caused my screaming, which was truthfully more out of shock than fear.

The creature, well, I saw as it stood up, she, was beautiful, in an otherworldly way.

She wore a simple white dress. (More white?) Her skin was a pale emerald green, and her hair jet black, hanging to her waist. She had thin, webbed fingers and wide brown eyes. Her oval face housed thin, baby pink lips and a small nose. The lady looked young, twenty at the most.

She was prettier than any model I'd ever seen or heard of.

But what WAS she? She was human and yet nothing at all like one. I'd never seen or heard of something so strange and weird. But could beauty that absolute possibly be evil? In fact, judging by my being alive, she had saved me.

Then I felt like crying. I had wanted death so badly, yet this mysterious woman had denied me even that! The tears wouldn't come though. The dry feeling intensified.

"Are you thirsty?" She asked. Her voice was soft and breezy. I envied her in her perfection, but nodded anyway.

She took a glass of water from its resting place on the table and gave it to me. I downed it in about three gulps. Wow. I really was thirsty.

Drinking the water, I saw my hands.

They weren't my hands anymore, I knew that much. My hands were supposed to be peach colored with bitten nails. These things in front of me were longer, thinner, and electric blue. A slightly paler shade of blue existed in the webbing between the fingers, though. The nails were just the right length, oval and perfect.

Once again, I, Alana, began to scream.

"Shhhh….quiet down. You'll wake everybody up. It's okay, I know it's hard, I remember. Everything will work out."

She was crooning meaningless words to me, stroking my hair, which I felt. I mean really felt, but hair has no nerve endings, right? It's not even alive. I almost freaked out again at that, but stayed quiet more out of embarrassment than actually calming down. This lady was petting me and muttering like I was a baby.

"What's your name?" she asked, seeing my mask of calm. Ha! I'd always been a good actor. "I'm Lynn."

"Alana." Prefectly calm. I should learn how to play poker. I could rob everybody and they'd never even know.

"Sweetie, I know it's scary and confusing." Oh really? said my face. I wouldn't know. " But you have to keep on going. This life is truthfully a lot better than a human one, especially since you hated your life enough to try to end it."

"The truth is, you're not a human anymore."

Well. There goes the poker face.