A/N: Aww...I feel really bad about it so I'm going to put Kinlee in the story. It's not a really big part, but it's a part. I hope that makes her feel better. Let's see, I did forget one character in my list. Actually, I guess it would be two now. I'll put them in and then on to the second chapter.

McKinlee Monroe- Called either Kinlee or Nova, she wasn't actually a patient at the insane asylum. She visited the insane asylum often to see the patients. She was murdered in the massacre as well as the patients and staff.

Eric Wyman- A quiet student with glasses, this blonde is nicknamed Dutchy. He works so hard to keep his scholarship to the college, that he has no time for fun. He doesn't have a girlfriend, never goes to parties, and only goes out to classes and to eat.

Chapter 2: Costumes and Keys

Joseph Pulitzer Insane Asylum, October 28th, 2006

A group of seven stood outside the building, waiting. The group consisted of Logic, Skip, Skyler, Spitfire, Dutchy, Racetrack, and Skittery. They were waiting for their professor, the psychic, and the other three in the group. Professor Conlon had the key to the asylum, so they had to stay outside for the time being. Skip frowned as she pulled her jacket tighter, "I'll never understand how you can go around without a jacket in this weather, Fire. It's freezing!"

Spitfire just smiled and shrugged, "Well, you weren't raised in Wisconsin. It gets in the negatives pretty quickly over there. So, what time is it?"

Skittery answered as he pulled Skip to him, trying to warm her up, "Oh, it's about five minutes from the last time you asked. You know, you're the one who went up and down the hallways, banging pots and pans together. It's your fault that they kicked us out of the dorm until next month because in trying to wake us up, you woke the whole place up."

Racetrack quickly came to his girl's rescue, "Hey, come on...she already explained that. She thought it would be a fun way to get us up. She can't help it that she didn't think it through enough to realize that it would wake up everybody."

Skyler quickly changed the subject, seeing Spitfire getting ready for one of her angry tirades, "You know, this place is pretty creepy. No wonder people think it's haunted. This would be a great place for a Halloween party. Speaking of Halloween, did you guys bring your costumes like you were asked? What's Halloween without celebrating?"

Logic laughed as she picked up the black cat that was rubbing against her leg, "Yes, we all brought our costumes. I don't see what the point is, though. We'll be the only ones seeing it and it's not like we can get punch and stuff into the asylum. By the way, I have a question. Mercedes, why is your cat here?"

Spitfire frowned as she took her cat from Logic, "Why is my little Van Helsing here? It's because he can't seem to stand being away from me. Last time I went away for more then a day, the curtains were in shreds and I had to redo all my homework. The only reason I didn't bring Mistoffelees is that I was only allowed to bring one cat with me. Van Helsing is a little sweety and he won't do anything bad while he's here. He has promised me that."

The others kept talking, but suddenly Spitfire's attention was drawn elsewhere. She frowned as she looked towards a tree that looked like it had been hit with lightning one time too many and was about to fall over. That wasn't what caught her attention, though. What had caught her attention was the extremely pale blonde girl standing next to the tree. She seemed to be whispering something, but what she was whispering Spitfire couldn't tell.

The young woman frowned slightly as her friends' voices started to sound farther and farther away. Turning back to the group, she found that the reason their voices had receded was because they were no longer there. Spitfire looked around dazed, looking around the street for answers. Something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. All of a sudden, she realized what the problem was.

It was 7:45 in the morning, yet the lighting from the sun wasn't the way it was supposed to be. It looked more like noon. Also, there were less people walking the streets. They were wearing funny clothes, too. All of the women were wearing dresses and all of the men were wearing suits. They looked like pictures that she had seen from books about the late 1800s/early 1900s.

Spitfire looked confused as she saw the girl from before, only less pale. She was walking hand in hand with an older man towards the door to the asylum, which looked a lot newer then it did five minutes ago. The young girl appeared frightened as she tried to pull the older man away, "Papa, I do not want to stay here. You promised that we would always stay together. Do not do this!"

The man shook his head, "If there was any other way, I would gladly take it. I just do not have the ability to take care of you anymore, Mary. I'm so sorry."

A nurse with dark brown hair came up to the pair and grabbed Mary's hand. The most interesting thing about the woman and the first thing Spitfire noticed other then her hair was her eyes. One was blue and one was purple, which creeped Spitfire out a little but seemed to have no effect on the little girl. The nurse smiled as she started to walk towards the door with the girl, "Hello, you must be Mary. My name is Saoirse Callan, and you can call me Nurse Callan. You're going to be our new charge, right?"

The young girl clung to a teddy bear, that Spitfire just now noticed was in her hands. Spitfire frowned slightly as she turned her head to find the paler version of the girl next to her. This one looked so creepy that it took most of Spitfire's self-control not to scream. This version was missing an eye and her flesh was rotting in places. This one was looking straight at Spitfire, even though no one else took notice of the weirdly-dressed stranger. The girl's voice was oddly flat as she talked, "We've been waiting a long time for you. You've the First Key. You're one of the ones who is going to help us."

At that moment, Mercedes's mental defenses kicked in and she passed out.

A/N: Well, that's the end of chapter 2. I've got a few things to say before I go in response to some people, though. I'm glad that most of you like this, but what's the ACM Awards? And of course Spot's arrogant, that's his middle name. Wait, it probably isn't. Spot Arrogant Conlon doesn't sound too good.