Strife was wandering around a dark corridor. She could only see a few feet in front of her at a time so it was pretty slow going. She heard a weird bussing noise and saw a door. She opened it and looked in. There was a man hovering over a table with a small machine in his hand. There was another man that Strife recognized as her father laying on the table. His eyes were rolling around in his head. He looked like he was really out of it. Strife watched as the man with the machine started drilling into her father's arm at the shoulder. After a horrid grinding sound of metal on bone the man pulled her father's arm free and tossed it in a pile of body parts. Strife knew she had to get moving, but watcher her father being disfigured was almost worth the consequences of getting caught here.

She closed the door and kept going down the dark hallway. She heard moaning and spotted another door. Strife opened the door and looked in. She saw a mass of tangled body parts. The moaning got louder. Strife watched as her mother rolled around with 5 or 6 men as they penetrated her every orifice. The men started to look strange to Strife. They turned into demonic creatures and started biting her mother and tearing at her flesh with their claws. Her mother was screaming in agony now as the creatures ate the chunks of flesh they were tearing from her.

"Serves her right", Strife muttered under her breath. She had enough of this room and closed the door to be left in complete darkness again. She was starting to get worried that she wouldn't be able to find the room again in time. She had been there a few times before, but everything in this place shifted around from time to time. It was different every time she was here and that pissed her off.

"I have to find it."

Her voice echoed around her for a moment and then faded away. A moment later it came back to her completely distorted and she couldn't understand it. She shook her head and decided not to speak out loud anymore. They might find her and she didn't have time to deal with them.

Further into the maze she came across another door. She opened it and looked in. She saw Alvorus hovering in the air in circles around a large pile of food. She got the feeling that it was his fault she was in this place again and that made her very angry at him. Suddenly chains shot out of the walls and the hooks at the ends of them took hold in his flesh. He started screaming as the chains tightened and began to rend his skin free from his bones. 'That's much better' she thought to herself. Now he can stay there forever and die over and over again. She smiled slightly and closed the door to continue her journey.

She turned a corner and there was more light. She looked around the new corridor. There was still a smell of fresh paint. She had never seen this before in all her travels through here. She could think about it later. Walking faster now that she could see, she felt a little more confident. If there was light in this place then she could get around much faster and there might be a chance that she would find her destination. She turned a corner and stopped. There were two ways she could go. She closed her eyes for a moment and thought carefully. She decided to go right. Right is always right. Or at least she thought so.

The hallway seemed to go on forever with no doors or turns or anything. Finally she heard a familiar purr. She looked to her left and saw a door. There was light surrounding the door frame. 'What is this?' She opened the door and saw Drok'ti sitting on a log. She saw herself in his arms. Drok'ti and her were holding each other and purring happily. She looked more closely and saw that they were doing more than just holding each other. They were grinding and she was moaning slightly. Strife closed the door to let them have their privacy and turned to face the corridor again. Walking on further she came to another fork. She went left this time because she didn't want to end up going in a big circle.

She was in darkness again. She heard a familiar noise and her heart stopped. She froze and stood there waiting for them to see her. The walls were suddenly aflame and she saw the form of one of the creatures that was after her. It let out a shirll cry of victory and charged at her. She wasn't going to be stopped now. She ran straight for the creature and when it reached out for her she jumped up and kicked it in the face. She hit the ground running as fast as she could. She saw the door, the decorated door that meant salvation, and tried to run faster. The creature's hand got hold of her shirt. She screamed and reached out for the door handle. Only a few more inches and she would be out of here. She was yanked back into the many bony hands of the monster and it started to tear at her clothes. She screamed in fear and panic for a moment or two.

Her fear subsided to make way for a new emotion she rarely felt in this desolate place of her mind. She got angry. These bastards are always trying to keep her here in her own mind. She looked up into the creatures face and screamed at it. She got her hands up by its face and jammed her thumbs into its eyes. The arms let go and she ran for the door. She got her hand on the doorknob and wrenched the door open.

Strife came to and looked around in panic. No one was around, she was out. She jumped up and looked around. She hated it when she was left alone in the maze of her mind. With all those rooms for the people that had caused her the most pain. She shook her head and pushed the revulsion away from her. Someday she would go back to that place and burn it down. She thought of the room where she saw her and Drok'ti. They were happy, she couldn't very well comdemn them. Something else would have to be done. Those creatures would have to go, then it wouldn't be so bad. As she was thinking about that she remembered.

"Drok'ti?"

She heard a noise to her left and turned to face it. There was a strange looking creature standing there. It had a long snout and small round ears. It walked on all fours and had small hooves. It reminded Strife of a hippo or a tapir, only weirder looking. Strife crinkled her nose at the creature. It just kept on grazing like she was no threat to it. In all reality she wasn't.

"I have to find Drok'ti."

She realized she was in what used to be Alvorus' camp. She turned and ran in the direction she thought she would find the ship. She was almost there when something wrenched her stomach and she fell on her face. She let out a scream and grabbed her stomach, clutching at it with both hands.

"What the fuck?"

She was about to scream again when she felt something coming up her throat. She rolled over and started dry heaving. Suddenly a strange worm came shooting out of her mouth. It was covered in blood. It started to burrow into the ground.

"No you don't!"

She grabbed it and it started twisting around in her hands. She roared and ripped it in two. She studied it for a second. This must have been what was controlling her. She realized that Alvorus had been the one to put it there.

"Mother fucker."

She raced onto the ship and looked at the controls. She had no idea what she was doing. She started pushing random buttons. The door came up and closed. The engine fired up and the ship started to take off. Strife buckled herself up in the chair and concentrated on finding Drok'ti.