A/N: On with the chapter!

Where am I?

Don't worry, you're safe, but not for long.

Alice walks down a path to the same boy she's always seen. His gentle blue eyes seeming to pull her towards him. He looks so calm, so gentle. Alice is afraid he might be unreal, just like everything else in this place. She walks towards him as he holds out his hand.

Alice, I need you to tell me why you think you're here.

I don't know. Everything is so strange, and I just don't know anything anymore.

Think, Alice, what are you feeling?

Danger. I feel as if I'm in danger, but of what I don't know. Please, tell me, why are you here? Who are you?

Alice, I'm...

"Hit or miss, fuck a fight, it's time to live your life! Go ahead, I know I'm right. I'm gonna lay it on the line! Put yourself, in my shoes, would you stand up for your rights!"

The music penetrated Alice's dream, causing her bolt straight up at the sound. "Stupid song!" she exclaimed over the music. She grabbed the remote to the stereo and turned it off. "How the fuck did you turn on?' she asked, totally annoyed. She only cussed when she was seriously mad, which was now. She sat in bed, legs over the side, elbows resting on her knees and head in her hands. "I was just about to find out, I was just about to know," she mumbled to herself, trying to calm down. She grabbed the remote and tossed it to one side hard. It broke in half.

Alice blinked. She looked at her hands. That remote couldn't have broken so easily, could it? "What the hell..." she mumbled. She looked back at the remote. It was split in half, the batteries sprawled over the floor. To her surprise, a slight, dark bluish smoke rose from the remote. She stood up slowly, taking a couple of slow steps towards it, afraid. She dropped to her knees, taking the pieces in her hands. The remote's plastic outline was melted slightly, the slight impression of her hand on the side, her fingers. She blinked.

This is impossible, right? This had to be some sort of dream. But...but it was too real to be a dream. She felt she was in danger, she told him that. She told him. At the sound of a knock on the door, she quickly turned to it, then glanced back at the remote and stuffed it beneath her bed, quickly standing.

"Alice?" her dad called. "Are you okay? I heard music, then silence, then a strange sound, everything okay?"

"I'm fine dad," Alice said, quickly taking a look at herself in the mirror. Her eyes landed on the reflection of the digital clock on her side table. Her eyes widened. It was practically 8:12 PM! Less than two hours before the break in to the school was to occur.

"Are you sure?" Danny asked then.

"Yeah, I'm okay," Alice said, looking at her hands. "Just peachy."

"Well, alright. Your mom and I'll be downstairs if you need anything," Danny said.

"Okay!" Alice cried, annoyed now. "Uh...I mean, I'm really okay, dad."

"Okay," Danny said. Alice heard footsteps leading away from the door and she turned back to her digital clock.

"Something weird's going on and I'm gonna find out what it is," she mumbled to herself, walking over to her closet. She opened the door to her closet and looked through the clothes. She took down some black leggings, a black long-sleeve shirt and a black skirt. She walked over to her dresser and opened one of the drawers to pull out a black beanie she never wore.

Taking off her clothes and putting on the new clothes was going to be the easy part. Escaping the house without her parents noticing would be hard. She looked at herself in the mirror, examining the way she looked. Not bad. She pulled her black hair into a ponytail with a green scrunchie.

"Okay, now to plan out what I'm going to do to get out of here without either mom or dad noticing," she mumbled to herself, leaning forward on the dresser. "Come on, you're the genius at planning things out, think."

She sighed, walking back to her bed and sitting down. She wondered how exactly she would do this. She could always sneak out through the window, but that was always dangerous since she's on the second floor. Continuing to think, she laid back onto her bed, putting her arms behind her head and looking at the ceiling.

"Are you finished?"

"Yeah, I got them right here."

"Let me see." A black gloved hand took something that looked like a small capped-bottle with writing on a label. Some sort of medicine? The hand connected to an arm, to a shoulder, to atorso, to a neck,to a face. The face, unfortunately, was shrouded in shadows, only his red eyes seeming to gleam with slight joy at what he was holding. "Are you sure they'll work?"

"I'm a genius, if you don't trust me, whatever," said the younger child. The other figure looked at him, then back at the bottle in his hands.

"Fine, but if they do not work-" the younger child did not let him finish.

"I give you my word," he said, holding up his right hand. A slight smile lit up on the other figure's lips, a cold, ominous, fanged smile.

"And I believe you will keep it, but trust me, my boy, you might regret what you're doing," the figure said.

"Hey, I've been in this business for years, I learned to never regret," the younger child said.

The figure watched him as an ominous silence passed. He gripped the bottle tighter in one hand. "Fine, then I shall leave you now, to take care of any other business you have yet to complete."

"Take care," the younger child said and turned back to his computer. The figure vanished in a puff of smoke.

E/N: I think I'm speeding. I don't know, but I think it's progressing to fast. What do you think? Sorry I haven't up-dated this story in a long while, but I was busy with the other fic and well, yeah, you get the point!

--Airamé Phantom