Author note: Yeah, an update, yay.

I was a bit dazed when I made my way to the dungeons that evening. My mind was spinning, making me sick, and my thoughts were settled on my last visit to the dungeons. I could still smell the dead bodies, and fell the stiffness beneath my fingers.

I shuddered at the mere memory, and wrapped my arms around myself. The man in front of me was in no hurry to get down to the dungeons, but neither was I.

We walked down the hall of the dungeons, and I could hear the screaming of…people?

"What is that?" I asked, looking around.

"How come you kids always ask that before going into the room?" the man asked rudely. "There is no screaming."

I stared at him awkwardly, and jumped when I heard an ear-piercing scream coming from the door to my left. I covered my ears and squinted.

"Who's in there?" I demanded.

"Nobody," the man said. He pulled out a key and opened the door. "See?"

And, sure enough, it was empty. The room was dark, and gave me this kind of cautious feeling.

"What is this?" I asked.

"We call it the room of torture," the man laughed.

"Why?"

"Because, we used to torture people down here a long time ago, and almost all of them died because they 'heard' voices, and drove themselves insane." He sounded amused, and it made me sick. "You're the first to try it out in years."

He handed me a lantern and grinned.

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked.

"Survive until sunup," was all he said as he pushed me through the door.

The door was shut with a slam, and I heard it lock from the other side. I gulped and held the lantern out in front of me. My eyes widened in horror as I examined the walls. There were claw marks, and fingernails embedded into the walls, and I even saw teeth marks.

There was dry red paint – no, blood – here and there. The room was freezing, but that had to be impossible.

I licked at my lips. Out of nowhere came the sound of someone clawing on the wall, and a scared whimper.

"Who's there?" I asked, twirling around instantly.

I held the lantern out to look around, but I was alone. Again came the sound of clawing.

"I said who's there?"

"Are you scared?" someone asked.

"What?" I clutched the handle of the lantern and turned around in place, standing exactly in the middle of the room.

"Are you…frightened?"

"I'm not afraid of you," I said, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

I listened and heard the sound of something crunching, and the occasional moan. I took in a deep breath and looked around once more, to find that I was still alone.

The crunching came from the corner, and I slowly crept towards it. Nobody was there, but once I got close enough I gasped and jumped backwards.

On the ground lay dead insects, all bitten in half. They looked as if somebody just tried to have a feast, but gave up. I thought the man said it had been years since someone last entered the room.

Something moved from the other side of the room. I turned around and looked, but it was empty.

"Is this part of the punishment?" I asked.

Something now moved from behind me, and I turned around. All of the insects that were just dead were now running around wildly, fully alive.

I stepped back in horror and found myself at the far end of the other room. I slid down the wall and hugged my knees to my chest.

"I'm not losing my mind, I'm not losing my mind, I'm not losing my mind," I said, over and over again.

"Help me! Somebody help! Help me, please!" someone screamed.

My head jolted up as I watched a dark figure bang their fists against the wall on the other side of the room. I stared confusedly, and once I blinked the figure disappeared. I rubbed my eyes wildly, and looked again. The room was empty.

I massaged my temples and tried to calm down. My mind was just messing with me, right? Right, and in the morning I'll leave this crazy hole and…and go home?

It was still the weekend, and I was being punished. I silently cursed Erica for being caught, and I cursed Spot for being a jerk.

"Rude jackass," I muttered. "Can't do anything right."

"Kill him," came a whisper.

"Kill who?" I asked, waiting for a response.

"Kill him," I heard again.

"No," I said. "I'm not a murderer!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not! Eve is a murderer, not Anomie!" Okay, that wasn't totally true…

"Kill him…"

"No! I don't want to kill him!" I exclaimed.

"Do it…"

"I won't!"

"Do it…"

"Stop it!"

"Kill him…"

"Go away!" I rose to my feet and walked to the middle of the room, looking around. The room suddenly got colder.

I stared at the wall for a second to adjust my mind. Without warning someone grabbed my shoulder roughly and I let go of the lantern, and it fell to the floor, shattering, eliminating my only light.

I twirled around to fight, but only punched air.

"Show yourself, coward!" I shouted.

"Kill them…" came another whisper. "Kill them all…"

"No, I don't want to kill them!"

"They're taking advantage of you…They're letting you put yourself in danger. Kill them…"

"I just don't want them to get hurt. I have to do this," I said.

"They don't care for you; they don't risk everything like you do. Kill them…"

"But it's illegal."

"So? You killed the president…"

"I didn't! Eve did!"

"You are Eve…Kill them…Eve."

I dropped to my knees and put my hands over my ears. I closed my eyes shut tightly and shook my head.

"No, stop it!" I screamed.

"Kill them!"

"I can't!"

"Kill them!"

"Stop it!"

"Kill them!"

"No!"

"Kill them, kill them, kill them-"

"Shut up!"

The voices suddenly stopped. I lowered my hands from my ears and could only hear the sound of my breathing.

I opened my eyes and looked up. I was alone, still, but something made me feel like there was…an unknown presences.

It was completely dark, and I would've been amazed that my stitches were still in place if I weren't so scared. I never knew that this feeling really existed in me, and I never knew that I would ever go insane.

The next morning they found me huddled up in the corner, rocking back and forth muttering to myself. I was petrified, they said. They didn't know what from, and I was too shaken up to explain what happened. I stayed in the infirmary for the rest of that morning until Stephen and Erica finally came by.

"What happened?" Erica asked the nurse, looking at my frightened figure in one of the beds.

"Don't know really," the nurse said, putting a wet cloth on my head. "Poor thing was frightened to death when they brought her up."

"Anomie...frightened? Are you sure that's Anomie?" Stephen asked.

"Miss Parker? Oh yes, it's her," the nurse said.

Erica and Stephen went to the other side of bed and looked down at me. My eyes were open, and I didn't blink at all.

"What's wrong with her? Is she alive?" Erica asked, pulling the sheets closer to my face.

"Yes, she is alive, but I don't know what's wrong with her."

I finally moved, and all eyes landed on me. "M-make…make sure Spot is alright," I said.

"What?" Stephen asked.

"Get him out of the river," I spoke hoarsely.

I didn't know why, but I had to know he was alright. I had a dream, in that room, and in that dream someone pushed Spot into the river, and he was trapped because he was caught in fish net.

Next Chapter: Stephen is amazed at how Anomie knew Spot was in the river. She saved his life…

IMPORTANT NOTE: DO NOT EXPECT AN UPDATE TOMORROW. I AM GOING ON AN OVERNIGHT TRIP WITH MY SCHOOL AND WON'T BE BACK UNTIL TUESDAY!