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So to answer your questions, Rachel's coming simply because she needs a job. No ulterior motives. (Or maybe there is but I'm not saying. Let your imagination run wild). As for her abilities…yeah, the music box's abilities are meant to adapt to the situation. So if she needs the wings to cut off stuff, they can do that, at an expense of more of her energy being consumed. Aside from the energy limit, Rachel does have weaknesses, though I don't think they'll come up until later.

Special thanks to my friend DrKratz for beta-reading, which has definitely improved this story.

This is easily the longest chapter I've ever written. 5200 words. Sheesh. Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 4

Half Past 12

"Uh, hello? Hello? Uh, well if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats! I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses. Uh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk just to make sure everyone's in their proper place. You know…

"Uh, interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so hey, I guess that's one more reason not to run out of power, right? I-I also wanted to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views, and those happen to be right outside of your doors. So if-if you can't find something, or someone, on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react…uh, not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that. Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character there seems a bit unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched. I don't know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon."

Rachel threw the tape player against the wall, growling. She'd arrived early tonight, to listen to the tape before her shift. Mike had left at 9, so when she got there at 10:32, he was long gone. And all the tape told her was that someone new was coming out to play, from Pirate Cove. And considering how quickly the power had gone out last night, there was no way the advice about watching the cameras could really help her.

She sighed as she looked at her watch, realising how much time she'd been wasting. It was already 11:57. 3 minutes until her shift started. It was probably a good idea to rip the damn fan out of its socket. It was already too cold in the building anyway; the heaters shut themselves off after 10. Rachel still wondered why the Power was so limited during the night, anyway. Her best guess was that the building was solar powered, though there was really no way to prove it without finding the Power source. The location of the Breaker Room, if there really was one, was not known to her. Mike himself seemed clueless to such a place. So the only way to find the Power source was to…well, follow the wires through the damn walls. And she didn't have that kind of patience.

Rachel's watch began to beep, signalling the start of the shift. Quickly she ripped the fan out of the wall, and left the Office via the West Hall. She whipped out the tablet and flicked to Pirate Cove, sighing in relief upon seeing no one was there. However, both Bonnie and Chica were already on the prowl, evident by the crashing of pots and pans in the Kitchen, and the shuffling of feet approaching her.

Whether or not Bonnie had been planning to run into Rachel as she was leaving the Office, she had no clue. But damn, he was pretty happy about it. Or mad, depending on how you looked at it. His eyes glowed as he screamed, static crackling out of his voice box. Ducking and weaving, she sidestepped his first swing, jumped over the second, and ended the small fight by kicking him onto his back.

"Sorry, buddy. I know it takes you a while to get up by yourself." Rachel quipped playfully as she skipped into the Dining Room, waiting for the next challenger to appear. Chica had clearly exited the Kitchen, though the chicken was nowhere to be seen. She doubted Freddy would be coming down tonight; the recording had clearly told her he was only active when the building was extremely dark. And if the bear decided to wake up from his hibernation, she'd cut off his legs. Simple.

"ARGH! IT BE ME, CAPTN' FOXY!" Rachel froze, as someone from behind the curtains of Pirate Cove began to speak in a thick pirate accent. "AYE, YE WEE LADS 'N LASSES, GATHER ROUND AND I'LL TELL YE A TALE!" Something slender and metal poked out from behind the curtains, shining in the dim light. The curtains began to draw back mechanically, and the thing behind the curtains was finally revealed.

The first thing she noticed when the curtains drew back was that the metal object that had poked out was really a curved hook; and boy, was it sharp. The gleaming metal weapon was attached to the end of a ragged red arm, the fabric costume which once covered the metal bones now ripped away or rotted and hanging in shambles. There was a massive slash in the robot's torso, revealing a rusty set of metallic rods. He wore ripped brown shorts, though they did little to hide the exposure of his endoskeleton, especially around his ankles; there was literally nothing to cover the metal, all the way down to his feet, which oddly enough, only had two toes.

And then there was his face. If the thick goofy accent and the gleaming hook weren't enough proof that this thing was meant to be a pirate, the eyepatch pulled over his left eye definitely was. A single white dot was all that was visible in the animatronic's left eye socket, and his jaws snapped the air with his razor sharp teeth. One of them, Rachel noticed, was longer and coloured golden, probably to fit with the already exaggerated pirate theme. The appearance of the robot in this state made it hard for her to believe this thing had ever performed for children.

"AYE, YE LANDLUBBER!" Suddenly Foxy jauntily raised his hook and looked at her with a menacing glare. "WHAT ARE YE DOIN' IN ME HERE COVE?!" The robotic fox cried out as he jumped off the stage landing right in front of Rachel. "LEAVE NOW, OR I'LL HAVE YE WALK THE PLANK!" It was then that she realised that Foxy's voice wasn't glitching, the way the others had been. His voice was completely smooth, and he didn't stutter once.

She was so confused by his voice, she didn't notice him raising his hook until the last second.

"Shit!" Rachel yelled out and jumped backwards as Foxy swung, the metal weapon scraping the tiles and almost catching her arm on the way down.

"LEAVE ME COVE BE!" He screamed out, and she yelped as he swung his hook like a drunk. "Okay, okay! I'm leaving!" She scrambled away, yelping as Foxy continued to pursue her, his servos whirring as he charged. She ducked as the fox lunged at her, causing his hook to be embedded into the wall.

"ARGH!" The stereotypical pirate phrase didn't faze her; it was what followed it. "Ye'r a damn 'lil bligh'er, ye." Foxy growled at Rachel, and his head twitched to the left, the dot in his eye beginning to glow brighter and brighter. A shiver went down her spine as she sprinted for the Office. Foxy was still trying to pull his hook from the wall, causing the plaster to crumble away until the pointed end of the hook was visible again.

Rachel ran into the Office, frowning as a mechanical whirring sounded in front of her. Slowly, two bright lights illuminated from within the darkness, revealing Bonnie.

"Shit!" She screamed and punched the rabbit in the face, causing him to stumble backwards. She used the opportunity to shove him onto his back and shut the door on his feet, slicing them off. "Ah, we have a second Chica." Rachel muttered, then remembered that she hadn't seen Chica tonight. The usually loud and clumsy chicken had not shown her face once; in fact, the only sign of her presence in the building tonight had been the clatter of pans in the Kitchen earlier.

"LEAVE NOW, OR I'LL HAVE YE WALK THE PLANK!" Foxy's snarling voice snapped her back to the current situation, as the fox began to charge towards the doorway. Panicking, Rachel thrust her hand out, accidentally mashing the Light button instead of the Door button. Suddenly, just as he reached the door, the lights came on, causing him to jump back quickly.

"WHATAREYE-WHATAREYE-AYE THERE KIDS, I BE-WHAT ARE YE-" Foxy twitched back and forth sporadically, his jaw hanging loose and his eyes flashing off and on, over and over. He fell over as his limbs began to spasm, and his head jolted back and forth like a person who couldn't swim flailed in water. Suddenly, his limbs snapped back, and he straightened himself back up. He didn't even seem to notice Rachel standing right in front of him. Several clicks sounded from within his endoskeleton, before he began to walk back towards Pirate Cove, as if nothing had happened.

She blinked as Foxy's footsteps faded away, leaving the only sound in the area to be Bonnie's static wailing.

"I-I-I-IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES HERE A-A-AT FREDDY'S!" The bunny said cheerily from behind the cold metal barrier.

"During the day, maybe." Rachel sighed as she heard the animatronic pounding uselessly against the door. "But I'm not here for long during the day. I get the night shift." She sat down in the chair, taking out the music box and winding it up a few times. It was playing Swan Lake, something it only did when she was thinking of…that.

"Come on; I'm not going to do it." She said to the box, half expecting the tune to switch back to My Grandfather Clock. But the melody played on, the ballerina twirling in her place. "Really, I'm not. I promise." The box almost never spoke back to her; that sort of thing was reserved for important times. And every single time it had offered any words, they had helped her in some way. So she was massively confused when the sentence delivered was seemingly pointless.

"Do you still believe that?" Rachel looked at the box, wondering what that meant.

"What do you mean?" She asked, confused by the vague answer, but the box didn't answer. "Come on! What do you mean by that? I do! I'm telling you, I do!" There was no reply, and she slumped back down in her chair, oblivious to Bonnie's pounding on the door, or Foxy's footsteps fading away. The music box still played Swan Lake; it wasn't going to change its mind.

Suddenly the lights in the Office went out, leaving her completely in the dark as Power in the rest of the building was shut off too. The door which had been shutting off Bonnie suddenly rose, and the rabbit began to drag himself into the Office.

"What the hell?! My Power was on-ah, shit." With Swan Lake playing, Foxy's strange reaction to the light, and Bonnie pounding against the door, Rachel had completely forgotten about Chica. The chicken must have gone and cut the power, from some secret Breaker Room she probably would never find. Speaking of which, she was now approaching down the hall, snapping her beak as Bonnie continued his attempt to stand up. One of her legs was still not properly reattached, and she laughed when she saw it dragging behind.

"How you doing there?" Rachel asked mockingly, kicking Bonnie aside as he attempted to grab her leg. "Sorry about last night, by the way. Go blame the weed." The chicken suddenly halted her approach, and tilted her head, almost in a curious manner.

"W-W-WHAT IS-W-WHAT IS-W-W-W-NEED?" She burst out laughing as Chica stuttered through her pre-recorded lines, trying to find one which sounded like the word she needed. "W-WHAT IS-"

"This is too good." Rachel grinned and ran back the other way, stepping on Bonnie's head as she entered the Dining Room. However, she realised with a jolt that something was wrong. Freddy wasn't on the Show Stage.

"LEAVE NOW, OR I'LL HAVE YE WALK THE PLANK!" Foxy pulled back the curtains again, though this time he just ran straight toward her, and tripped over the edge. The mechanical fox tumbled off the side of the small stage, as Chica approached from the East Hall.

"W-WHAT IS-IS-IS-IS-W-NEED ANY HELP-NEED?" The chicken asked again, this time sounding more angry than curious.

"It's good stuff." That was Rachel's only reply before she jumped onto a nearby table. At that moment Foxy stood, baring his teeth and preparing his hook.

"YE LANDLUBBER!" He roared, and charged at the grinning girl. At the last second she jumped off, and the fox cannoned right into the table. One of the table legs had impaled him in the stomach as he fell over, and now he couldn't move. "Git gud." She giggled mischievously before turning to face Chica.

The chicken seemed uncertain as to whether she wanted to attack or retreat. It was clear that she was thinking about what happened last night. Rachel spread her arms wide, in an inviting manner.

"Where'd that bloodthirsty chicken go? I thought that you were the one who was meant to scare me, weren't you?" The comment must have stung, because Chica instantly rushed forward, emitting scrambled static. She smiled as the chicken rushed forward, oblivious to Foxy's rising hook.

Suddenly, the pirate fox reached out with his hook (courtesy of Rachel), causing Chica to trip over. Instantly, Rachel made a swirling motion with her hands, and the table next to her flipped onto the chicken. She scrabbled around helplessly as the heavy wooden table continued to hold her down. Rachel bit her lip as she continued to hold her position, her concentration evident on her facial expression. To flip a table onto a raging animatronic was one thing. To hold it in place so that the thrashing robot couldn't get up again…that was a whole new level of effort.

A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, as Chica continued to struggle against the weight of the table.

I can't do this forever.

Growling, Rachel lifted up the table, just enough for the chicken to rise. She scrambled to stand up, giving her a toothy grin.

"L-L-LET'S E-EAT!" Chica screamed, and Rachel let out a small sigh.

"God, that line is annoying." She muttered as she slammed the table back to the ground, running one of the legs right through the chicken's head. There was a sound of smashing plastic and metal, as the insides of Chica's head exploded. Her plastic eyeballs cracked, and her beak was broken right off, shattering into tiny pieces of hard orange plastic. The chicken's body slumped, before falling forwards with a sickening thud.

Rachel fell backwards as she was released from the effort, breathing heavily.

"Fucking little shit." She muttered, turning her head to look down the West Hall. Bonnie seemed to have lodged his leg into the small bin in the Office, and was currently trying to force it off. It looked like she would be left alone for the night. But then the music began to play, and Rachel froze as she recognised the tune.

Toreador's March was blaring away, and she took out the music box, to see if it was playing a new tune. But the box was still chiming the notes of My Grandfather Clock. She realised as she wound up the box that the music was coming from the Backstage, jolting when the door was slammed open.

It was Freddy, the brown bear's eyes now absent, his cheery grin now changed to a sadistic smile in the sickly darkness. His microphone had been abandoned; now he held something else in his hand, and Rachel's eyes widened as she realised what it was. He was carrying a spare Freddy Fazbear Head, the costume's empty eyes staring at nothing. He tilted his top hat at her, showing off a chilling smile.

"Rachel Adams. What a pleasure to finally meet you." His voice was smooth and gentle, with no sign of the stuttering that Bonnie and Chica had suffered. If she didn't know it was Freddy, she might have thought it was a human speaking. "You know, most of you guards die by your first night." He said, jumping off the Show Stage and landing on one knee. He rose to his full height, smiling wickedly. "But Bonnie and Chica have told me things. About your 'abilities'. And judging by the state of this room," He waved a hand around, motioning towards the bodies of Foxy and Chica. "They certainly weren't lying."

Freddy gave her a cheeky wink, and looked out the entrance, at the stars showing in the night sky.

"Why?" Rachel asked him, and the bear threw back his head, and laughed. It wasn't a funny laugh, or a happy laugh, or anything remotely close to entertaining for children. It sounded demonic; the kind of thing that gave little kids nightmares, dream of monsters, and made them afraid of the dark. His head snapped back into place, and he glared menacingly. "Why what?" He spat, and she got the impression that these machines; they were almost like humans. It was like they were…actually alive. "Why do we kill night guards? Why are we like this? Why are we alive? All great questions. But you don't need to know."

Freddy seemed to think for a moment, before continuing.

"You know, all you really need to know is this; all this death, this pain, this misery, it's the fault of two people. One of them was a man. A terrible monster of a man. We called him the Purple Man." Rachel took a few steps back as the name hit her.

The Purple Man.

Suddenly she saw it all again. Running through the hallway, panicking as the footsteps behind her became louder and louder, turning around to see…him.

The bear grinned as he watched the effect of the name roll over her.

"And the other person at fault…is you." She put a hand over her mouth as Freddy continued to speak. "We met once, a long time ago, Miss Adams." His voice became distant, and for a moment his plastic eyes rolled back into his sockets. "Back then, you had a chance. You could have saved us. But instead you chose your own freedom. I wonder if you can even still remember." His head tilted as he said the next sentence. "Or did the crash affect your memory that badly?"

A feeling came over Rachel; maybe it was shock. Or maybe it was realisation. Freddy let out his demonic laugh again, and the noise echoed against the walls, bouncing back to her and sending chills down her spine.

"Everyone hurts on the inside, whether they show it or not." He told her, smiling and walking towards her. "Everyone has that thing they remember, the thing they wish they had never done." He paused for a moment, to let the statement settle in. "That thing which they want to erase from their past." Freddy fingered the head, almost lovingly, as he continued to stride forward. "And for me, for all of us; it's you. We want to erase you. We NEED to erase you."

Rachel let her wings unfurl behind her, and took a few steps forward.

"I won't be erased." She said firmly, and the bear halted. He seemed to ponder her words as he looked down at the costume head, and clutched it tightly.

"Well if you won't be erased…" Suddenly he began to run towards her, gnashing his teeth. "Then you WILL be burned."

Rachel dove to the left in attempt to dodge, but Freddy seemed to anticipate this. He swung out his right hand, smashing her in the stomach and sending her into a wall.

"Argh!" Freddy sprinted towards her and she slashed her wing, creating a massive tear in the bear's costume. Rachel kicked as he grabbed her leg, not letting go as the girl continued to thrash against his grip. The bear gave her a wicked grin as he opened his mouth, showing his teeth.

"It's all fun and games here at Freddy's." Then he sunk his teeth hard into the flesh of her leg. She screamed and tried to kick him away as the next words followed from his voice box, though muffled by her leg. "And we don't bite."

No matter how hard she struggled, Freddy held firm, his teeth digging into her flesh and tearing it out. Rachel kicked and screamed, trying to hit the bear with her wings, but her position made it impossible. She pressed her hands against his face, trying to push him away. Freddy laughed again as he was slowly pushed away, but his teeth were leaving bloody wounds all over her leg.

"Argh!" The bear was thrown backwards as she managed to slam one of her wings into his stomach, damaging his endoskeleton.

"Fucking…shit." Rachel muttered as Freddy regained his footing, rage in his eyes. "You…" He gritted his teeth and began to shakily walk towards her. "You little-" His words were halted as she thrust her hand out at him. The bear could feel his servos locking, his system breaking.

"What…what are you-" She formed her hand into a fist, and suddenly Freddy's head exploded; literally. His costume burst into flames as his endoskeleton head detonated, sparks and metal flying, and wires hanging from the now smouldering costume. At once the flaming shell fell to the ground, his skeleton limp.

"T-That's w-what ya fuckin' g-get." Rachel managed to laugh as she fell backwards, the world fading around her. "Freddy Fuckboy." Her head slumped back and her eyes closed, as the clock reached half past 12.

xXx

When Mike saw Rachel lying on the floor and bleeding out, he was torn about what to do. On one hand, he not only needed her dead, but she'd also blown up Freddy's head, sliced off Bonnie's legs, and impaled both Chica and Foxy. On the other, she was still alive, and leaving her to die would raise a lot of questions.

"Hey." He nudged her, and instantly she shot up, panic in her eyes.

"He's here he's here he's-" "Jeez, calm down." Mike attempted to calm her down, but she didn't even seem to hear him. She hugged her knees to her chest, shaking like a person who'd emerged from a cold lake. "He's here he's here-"

"Listen, I'm going to call an ambulance, ok? They'll be here soon and-"

"No ambulance!" Rachel suddenly screamed, gripping his leg. "Please! I-I can't…" She begged him, eyes wide. "I can't. I just can't." Mike looked at her with a confused expression as he whipped out his phone. "It'll be alright. It really will-" "NO!" She yelled, and he could see the fear in her eyes.

"Why…why are you so afraid?" He asked her, and she froze for a moment or two. "I-I…" She shook her head, not letting go of his leg. "I don't do cars." It was then that Mike realised why Rachel was so scared of going in an ambulance. Why he didn't see her car parked in the lot, why she was fine with taking the train, but never went on anything which drove on the road. She was still scared by the crash. The day her parents were killed. Never mind the fact that she could fly, make things move without touching them, or teleport around. The only weakness she had was her mind.

"I'm gonna call them, even if you don't want me to." He told her, and she tried to plead with him, one last time. But he didn't listen. Mike left Rachel to hug herself and talk about how 'he' was here, and dialled 911.

"Yeah, I need an ambulance." She heard him say, though she was mostly just panicking. She couldn't go inside one of those things. Never again. It was laughable really, this intense fear of hers. No one really knew; apart from Mike, of course. It was something she'd kept to herself, occasionally implying it and leaving vague hints, but never fully coming out about it.

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. You know where it-yeah, okay. I'll do that. Hurry though, she's bleeding out fast." He hung up the phone, and turned to look at her. "They're on their way." He said, pocketing the device. "Don't give them hell when they get here. Remember, they're just people doing their jobs."

xXx

The ambulance took a while to get there; around 7:30 it finally arrived, sirens blaring loudly and flashing blue and red. As soon as she heard the noise in the distance, Rachel's panic attack got worse. She rolled herself into a small, shaking ball, breathing heavily and muttering about 'him', over and over again.

Mike greeted the man who walked inside the building, pointing towards where Rachel was curled up on the floor, shaking and sweating as she muttered to herself.

"Hi, Rachel." The man greeted her. She didn't respond, choosing to stay in her ball. "I'm here to take you-"

"No." The man blinked when she spoke, surprised by her sudden response. "Listen, we're here to help you. We're not going to hurt you. We're just going to drive you to-" "You can't." Rachel muttered bitterly, and he looked at Mike, confused. "What's wrong with her?" He shrugged, giving her an odd look. "Uh, PTSD, I'm pretty sure. Car crash. Bridge. Water."

She shuddered as Mike talked, flashes of the past coming back to her.

"I don't do cars." She muttered quietly. "Cars are bad. Bad cars…" The man gave her a concerned look, then kneeled down.

"Alright, I didn't want to have to do this, but I guess I have to." Suddenly a needle was jammed into her arm, and Rachel rocked forward in shock. "You'll be under in less than a minute." She heard the man say gently. But she didn't pay attention to him; because in front of her was the man she hated. The Purple Man.

"You." Rachel spat with hatred, and the purple clad man let out a disturbing chuckle.

"Who's You?" She had never heard him speak, but she could imagine it; the sort of voice that was filled with glee, but still had that darker undertone that sent shivers down your spine. "I've gone by many names." He said, as he kneeled down to face her. "Once my name was The Fazbear Killer. Then it was The Midnight Motorist. And now…I'm The Purple Man."

The world was already beginning to darken around her as he inched a little closer.

"I…" Rachel spat into his face one last time before she blacked out, her head falling backwards with a thud.

"Well…thanks?" Mike muttered. The man shrugged.

"No problem. Eh, we'll take her now. She'll be right as rain." He helped him carry Rachel's limp body outside, and lay her inside the car. "That sedative won't cause any permanent damage, will it?"

"If it does, it definitely won't be as bad as her leg. What happened to her, anyway?" The man asked, and Mike cursed to himself silently. Time for his terrible improvisation skills. "Uh, cooking accident." "Seems fitting."

xXx

There was a faint ringing in Rachel's head when she finally came to. Whatever had been in that needle had done quite a number on her. She opened her eyes, to see a plain white ceiling, which seemed to be…shaking. She realised with a jolt that she was shaking too. As was everything else, which only meant.

"Shit!" She couldn't have woken up a worse time. She was still in the ambulance, strapped down a small stretcher. There was a man sitting next to her; the man who'd injected her with the sedative.

"How on earth are you awake already?!" He sputtered at her, his expression one of great shock. "That should have put you out for at least 5 hours!"

"Please…" Rachel tried to speak, but it came out as barely a whisper. "You have to…"

"What?" The man leaned forward a little. "You have to let me go. Please." She would've been screaming her head off, struggling and trying to get out of the leather straps holding her down. But the sedative hadn't just put her to sleep; it had completely sapped her strength. She could barely even speak, or keep her eyes open.

"Please." She begged again, wide eyed as the man sighed.

"I can put you under again if you want." He told her. "I'll just-"

"No." Rachel felt like screaming. She was powerless, strapped to a stretcher in an ambulance, probably about to die. That was the way it felt for her. Her voice trembled as she spoke, so that the man had to be right next to her to hear anything. "I'll-I'll see him again."

"See who?" He asked, and instantly the images began to flash again. The hand, the car, the mask, midnight. "Who will you see?" He repeated, and she looked into his eyes, sweating and shaking. "The-The…The Purple Man. The Purple Man."

"Who's The Purple Man?" The man asked, and Rachel looked him in the eyes, as she remembered that night again.

"He's evil. He comes in the night when you don't expect it; but then you see him. And he kills you. Again and again, over and over, and as he does it, he laughs. He makes you afraid. He gets inside your mind. You see him wherever you go. And that's when you realise there's no escape. Because he…he's everywhere." Suddenly a new thought crossed her mind, and she looked at the man in front of her with new eyes.

"Are you going to kill me?" Rachel asked him, and he frowned.

"Why would you think that?" He asked, and she tilted her head. "What do you deserve to die for?" She ignored his question, as she looked at him. "What?" The man was clearly confused, as he began to look towards the driver.

"I need to get out. You…you have to let me out." She pleaded again. "That's your Rule 3. That's your…"

"We're here." A voice said from the front of the ambulance, and the man looked at her.

"That's it. We're here." The comment didn't calm Rachel down. If anything, it just made her more desperate to be let out.

"Let me out." She begged the man, and he nodded as the ambulance came to a stop. "Alright then." The doors opened, and she was rolled out on the stretcher. They went up the lift, and she could just see the floor they were on.

22. That's a long way off the ground.

There was a long wait. The elevator music was irritating, and even more irritating was how the man was tapping his foot to the beat.

Finally the doors open, and Rachel sighed as they reached her 'room'. The straps were undone, and she was lifted onto the bed. She was still shaking; her breathing still hadn't returned to normal, and her heart was still thumping.

"I'll put you under again." Before she could protest, she was stabbed again by the needle, and with no strength to stay awake, she quickly went back to sleep. But just before she did, she saw the man walking away, looking a little different; actually, the whole room was different. The curtains were different, her clothes were different, and even the bed was different.

The world had gone purple…