A/N This chapter is a bit creepy in the end, not that much, but kind of, so I warned you.
Annie led Amy through a hallway. "You wouldn't destroy us, Annie," Amy said. "We could be of so much use to you! We can change," Amy said. Amy realized that the only way to survive in this situation was to fake it. Maybe she would have to go along with the organization, at least for now.
"I do not believe you," Annie said. "What proof do I have?"
"She's always wanted to be superior," Amy Five said beside her. "We're both wrong. We see it now."
"You are okay, Five," Annie said. "So why is it that you are defending her? Well, Seven, you do have certain superior qualities to many of the Amys. Maybe if you were worked on a bit you might be some use to us after all."
What had gotten into Annie? Was it just Amy's lucky day, or was Annie being nice? "You will receive the treatment later, to eliminate your emotions. If you go along with us, none of your friends will be killed," Annie said.
"Amy, I don't trust her," Aly said, as they were led back to their chairs.
"No one does," Amy said. "But you don't want to die, do you?"
Dallas walked into the room, and Amy remembered the time when she had thought that he was dead. When he had killed his girlfriend, Flora. It had all been such a nightmare. Now, he was standing before them, and obviously had something important to say. "Each of you will be led to a room where there is a mini refrigerator for food. You will be able to leave your rooms, and wander around your floors for an hour. Afterwards, you will be locked into your rooms. Is that understood?"
Most of the Amys were too scared to object. "Aly, you take room three. We don't have a thirteen," Dallas ordered.
One by one, the Amys were hauled into identical dorm-like rooms, and Amy assumed that there was no good end to this. The room wasn't half-bad, but she knew not to buy into this trap. The mini refrigerator was right where it was supposed to be, but Amy wanted a second opinion before she accepted anything from it. She stepped out of her room, and walked down the hallway, briskly trying to reach Aly's room, three, since Amy assumed that she was in the most danger.
Amy fell flat on her face, and realized that she had tripped over something. She rubbed her eyes, and blinked a few times, hoping that her eyes were playing tricks on her. It was wishful thinking on Amy's part, because her perfect vision would never have failed her. And she knew what she saw, and she saw it very clearly. It was the body of an Amy.