"Something big is about to happen, Alma," Naomi said groggily as she stared at the giant one way mirror that was across from where she was sitting. "I can feel it," she finished, with a simple lift of her right finger. Alma stood ominously in her usual corner, staring at Naomi's every move as she stood motionless. Naomi stared into her reflection. The only real color in the room seemed to be her striking deep purple eyes, as her platinum blonde hair snaked down her pale skin. She sat against the wall, legs out in front of her. She looked to be just as dead as her only friend.

"Thirteen years…" she whispered to Alma, not taking her eyes off of the glass in front of her. "It was been thirteen years since I have last seen your son." Alma did not reply, just as expected. "Is it sad that I know how long I have been away from Paxton, but I don't even know my own age or when my birthday is?" No response. "It's expected, being locked away in this God-forsaken place."

They both sat motionless, saying nothing for what felt like an eternity.

"Do you think they are watching me?" This perked Alma's interest. "Right now, behind their protective glass shelter in which I cannot see them but they can watch my every single move, hear every single thing that exits my mouth?" Naomi stood up and staggered over to the glass. She got so close that her breath fogged up the glass. She slowly lifted her scarred arm and let her palm rest flat on the glass.

"They are afraid," she said, not knowing if Alma was still listening. "They are afraid of me and what I am capable of. That is why they hide their faces." She smirked. "They know I want revenge. They know I want their head." She looked into the glass, as if trying to look past the reflective layer. "That's why the hide behind glass. Cowards." She let out a maniacal giggle. "And they know that something big is happening! They know that it is all about to end! Something tremendous is about to happen. I can feel it." She pushed herself away from the glass. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that Alma had vanished, leaving her alone once again. She turned her back to the glass. She hunched her back, as she ran both hands through her hair as she thought.

"A war is coming," she whispered to herself. "I have foreseen it in my dreams." She collapsed to her knees as she started to sob once again. She through her head back in agony.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME?!" She heard something outside of her door. It sounded like angry, marching boots. She stood up, wiping her tears. She got into fighting stance, fists ready to punch, mind ready to destroy. She thought that this could be it, in which they finally put her to death. Her nerves caught up with her as she heard the doors being forced open. Wait… Forced open?

BANG! The steel door came crashing down. Naomi backed up and readied herself for a fight, trying to swallow the fear that she was encountering. She was expecting the regular Armacham soldiers to come storming into her safe haven, but instead, two other soldiers. They were clearly Armacham property, as they had the Armacham insignia on their shoulders. Unlike the other soldiers, they were completely identical, their faces covered with high-tech masks. They seemed like they weren't living, nor were they did. They just existed. They assumed position at each side of the entrance, treating her not like a threat, but an ally. She gave them a confused look, letting her stance fall, but not her guard. Just as she was to ask them who they were and their intentions, another, familiar figure walked through the door. He walked smoothly, his chest sticking out, his chin up, hands behind his back, and in such a way that he reminded Naomi of a drill sergeant. He had a scowl permanently plastered on his face, but his piercing blue eyes showed more than anger. They showed hurt and sorrow and pain. He wore heavy leather that looked to be as protective as the armor his assistants wore. His heavy rubber boots stomped on the floor loudly. But the most striking thing she noticed was the blood running down from his mouth. He gazed down on her, his facial expressions softening slightly.

"Paxton?" she asked weakly, eyes and nose still swollen from her previous break down. She ran to him and wrapped her arms around his rock-hard body. Everything about him just seemed so cold- even the fact that he wouldn't return the embrace. She looked at him, a confused and worried frown on her face.

"What's wrong?" she asked, letting her arms fall from the embrace as she backed up a step slowly.

"I have made contact with Mother," he began. Even his voice was more matured, raspier, chilling and overall just different. He wasn't the Paxton she used to know.

"She has showed me what must be done. This is our moment to finally get revenge on those who have wronged us all our life. After all, Naomi, you are part of the family. Will you join us?"

She gave him a confused look. She had so much to say and so many questions to ask, yet every time she opened her mouth, nothing would come out. All she could do was reluctantly nod her head, not knowing what is happening or what was going to happen. He reached out and grabbed her hand. Not in the way she would expect. It was a more forceful grasp, leading her down the old, familiar hallway. She had no idea where she was going, or why she was going there. All she knew was that she was free with her only companion, and that is all she needed.

Next step is revenge.

Sorry about the upload confusion, guys! I don't know why that happened! Hopefully it doesn't do the same thing again! As I said at the end of the original entry, we have finally made it into the F.E.A.R. timeline! I plan on also touching a bit of F.E.A.R. 2, going through the story of F.E.A.R. 3 (NO IT IS NOT F3AR, SCREW YOU INTERNET) and then my own bit of aftermath. Don't worry, it will be worth sticking around! ;) Be sure to follow, favorite, review, PM, all that good stuff. Also, tell me if the strange upload thing happened again! It doesn't show up for me unless I log out!