A/N --

Thanks for reading this story! I recently got a review asking who's POV this story is in. To answer that, I intend to write the whole story from Four's perspective. I chose to do it this way because I feel more comfertable writing for a male point of view, most of my stories are written that way.

I hope you enjoy this chapter.

"As you go through your fear landscape time and time again it will start to get easier," I say, pacing up and down in front of the initiates. "The transfer rankings are as follows," I say, pointing to a large board behind me. "Ryan, you're first. Harriet, second. Michael, then Matthew, then Olivia and finally Dean." I look across their faces, taking in the expressions. The first two look very pleased while Olivia looks disappointed and Dean just looks angry. "We will go in reverse order now, so Dean will go first, then Olivia and finally, Ryan, will go last." I point at Dean. "Follow me."

He steps into the room close behind me and I shut the door. "Take a seat." I say, pointing to the chair. "It'll be the same as yesterday, just a different fear." I watch him try to calm himself. His whole body shaking before I even inject the serum. "I may need to pull you out of the simulation again, but I hope I will not." I push the plunger of the needle down. "Ready?" He nods. "Good."

This time he's in a room full of mirrors, each one reflecting himself back to him. The mirrors are lined up as a maze, I can't see how big the maze is but I don't think that's what he's afraid of. I watch him slowly walk along, facing the mirror on his right at all times. He speeds up, not quite knowing what to expect. He no longer looks at himself all the time, just an occasional glance to be sure nothing has changed. He stops at a dead end and spins around to go back, though he finds another mirror has been placed across his exit, concealing him. He stares at himself then slowly he lifts his head up to see the ceiling, but there is no ceiling, the mirrors seem to go up forever. Slowly he tilts his head back down, to see his reflection again. He freezes, his legs collapse under his now screaming body. His hands move up to cover his eyes. The large man behind him grabs the back of his neck and lifts him up holding him inches above the ground, an arms length away from him. It's only now I manage to see who the large man is. I don't recognise him at all but Dean seems to know him far too well. He wears armour, though it is no stronger than tin. Dean squeezes his eyes shut because sometimes things are less scary when you can't see them. I watch the picture fade away as Dean wakes.

"Who was the man?" I ask him as he catches his breath.

"It wasn't a man. It was my monster."

"Your monster?"

"The one that lived under my bed, that nibbled my toes every night and scratched at every limb I left out from under the blankets."

I nod to him. "Is he still with you?"

"I came here to get away from him but it's probably just time before he finds me again."

"And he really scares you?"

"Yes." He says standing up, not looking at me.

"You can go." I signal him to the door.

"Thank you." He sighs before half running out the room.