6.

Through fault of the tranquilizers, her dreams came in as unclear and brief flashes of images. There were tears in the Prophet's eyes as the girl in the mask lay dead. Flames and ashes, flesh painted black, banners waving in the breeze, explosions and battles raging, clouds bursting from collapsing rubble, and songs sung in victory.

By the time Eve came to, the light coming through her window had dimmed.

When her hand clutched her head to steady her spinning brain, she saw that the art on her arms had been washed clean. Not only this, but as she rose from the bed, she saw her jacket was nowhere to be seen, and with it, the rosary that had been left in its pocket. Frantically, Eve searched every square inch of the room, but found it nowhere.

When the tray serving her breakfast came through, Eve ran up to the door.

"What happened to my jacket?" she asked the orderly on the other side.

But he merely answered, "Talk to Dr. Mober," and walked off.

"Hey, wait!" she hollered after him, "HEY!"

But he was already gone. Feeling utterly defeated, Eve carried her food tray to the desk and sat down to eat the waffle sticks that were like cardboard, even when soaked with syrup, and drink from the paper cup filled with orange juice. As ravenous as she was, her anxiety killed her appetite.

All she could do was sit in her cell and wait for her doctor to pay her another visit so that she might find out where her clothes had been taken. More importantly, where her rosary chain was. She could care less about clothing, but the chain was of vital importance. Without having it to comfort her, she truly would lose her mind.

Having given up on finishing her revolting breakfast, Eve paced back and forth across the room, waiting with great impatience. After one-hundred-sixty-two paces, her frustration began to really gnaw at her. As she reached the desk, her hand raised, almost of its own accord, and swatted the tray off from the desk's surface, sending clattering to the floor.

The floodgates were opened and her fury was unleashed. Her hands took hold of the desktop's edges and hurled it across the room, crashing into the opposite wall and toppling over onto its side. Next went the chair. Taking it by its legs, she threw it against the mirror, hoping to shatter it, but sadly, the glass was made shatterproof. Beaten, she tossed the chair to the floor.

As her head rose back up, she saw the surveillance camera in the far corner of the ceiling, watching and recording her every move. Further enraged by the thing's presence, she grabbed hold of one of the table's upturned legs, unfastened the bolts that that held it, and the leg was thence detached. Wielding it like a baton, she raised the steel leg and struck the camera, smashing it to smithereens.

Just as she anticipated, a pair of orderlies entered the room. The first one to come at Eve was struck across the temple with the steel rod, instantly rendering him unconscious and knocking him down to the floor.

The second was quick enough to grab Eve's arm in time to block her attack, but not enough to stop her foot from burying in his groin. His grip on her arm released as he collapsed to his knees, clutching himself in pain, allowing Eve to knock him out as well.

Just then, the good doctor arrived at last.

"Eve," he gasped, his eyes agape at the scene before him, "What's going on here?"

"What the hell did you jerks do with my jacket?!" Eve demanded.

"Eve, now calm down," said Dr. Mober as he moved closer, holding out his hand, "Just give that to me, and we can talk."

But Eve did not believe the doctor's false sincerity. As his hand extended for her to relinquish the steel leg into it, she used it to bat his hand away, snapping three of his fingers in the process.

"Answer me!"

"We-we had it removed," Mober panted, clutching his broken hand, "At the behest of your parents. We felt having something belonging to your brother might have been influencing your state of mind."

"That is the biggest load of crap I've ever heard," Eve muttered to herself, then aloud, "Where's my rosary?"

"Wh-What?"

"My fucking rosary chain!" she enunciated, raising the leg high, "Where is it?!"

"Okay, okay, here." Mober's good hand reached into his jacket pocket and produced Eve's rosary, returning it to its proper owner, who once again draped the chain around her neck, before she hit him across the temple, knocking him to the floor as well. And once the doctor was down, the girl fled.

Having no idea where she should go, Eve raced blindly through the corridors, shoving aside nurse after nurse that stood in her path. Knowing that she was several floors above the ground, she went for the stairs.

She only made it down two floors before an orderly appeared to block her attempted exit. She turned back to retreat, when another came up behind her to grab hold of her arms. When the orderly below removed the steel table 's leg from her grasp, she raised her legs and kicked him in the chest, sending him tumbling down the steps, leaving the man holding her to forcibly drag back up to the floor from which she had just fled. Her heel stomped down on his toes, crushing the fragile bones. The man's grip on her arms loosened as he howled in pain, allowing the girl enough leeway to wiggle free. He reached out to grab her wrist as she attempted to dash down the stairs, and in the struggle, her heel caught on the hem of her hospital pants, causing her to fall over the railing and plummet head first to the steps below.