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The girl groaned, holding her head as she sat up in bed, glancing at the shard remains of her alarm clock. Oh, how she loathed that irritating, never-ending beep. She made a note in her head to go to the store and buy a new alarm, but knowing her she'd probably forget about it within the next 10 minutes or so. She threw the covers off and swung her legs over the side of the bed, rubbing her face in all directions. She rose, shuffling like a zombie towards the bathroom for a looooooong shower. Her name was Amber Maestas Coffey, and she wasn't much of a morning person. She stood in there for what seemed like forever. As the hot water poured over her naked skin, she heard a little voice in her head whisper,

{"Oh GODDAMN am I glad Stryker sent me on this mission! This girl has got some valuable assets that I've just got to get my hands on!"}

Then she heard another voice whisper even more softly,

{"Shut up, Wilson! I swear, if you screw this up and Stryker has to come and 'help'-"}

Then a third voice joined in the party going on in her head. At this point she'd gotten out of the shower and covered up her "valuable assets" with a towel.

{Relax, Zero. Ain't no reason for Stryker to come, as long as Wade keeps his hands to himself. You understand me boy?"}

The man obviously named Wade answered,

{"Yeah yeah whatever, John."}

Zero sighed and said,

{"Alright, now both of you please SHUT UP. Just wait until she gets-"}

But then the 'signal' cut off, and the voices in her head ceased their chatter. She made another note to tell her parents about these voices, but, alas, she would probably forget about it in the next 10 minutes or so. She sighed, quickly drying herself off and dressing in a pair of light, faded jean shorts with a random t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Yup, just a normal, typical day. With the addition of three little men named Wade, Zero and John having a lovely conversation inside her head.

"Fuck, am I going crazy?"

She shook her head, slipping on her tan retro sneakers and putting on her mascara slowly and deliberately, while telling herself that she wasn't going insane.

"You are perfectly sane. You are not crazy. You did not just hear three men talking to each other about your 'valuable assets' inside your head. You are a perfectly normal, 18-year-old girl who does NOT hear voices in her head. You are not insane."

{"Yes you are."}

Her eyes widened as she heard one of the voices respond to what she'd been saying. She continued to talk to herself as she ran downstairs, her sneakers squeaking on the slippery floors.

"You are a perfectly normal girl who does not hear voices in her head. You are not crazy! YOU ARE NOT GOING INSANE."

She was nearly to the front door when one of the voices started to laugh maniacally, making her bend over and clutch her head in agony.

{"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Can't get out that way, cutie. Try another way. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-"}

{"Dude, what the hell are you doing?"}

{"Making it more fun! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"}

She held her head as she stumbled her way to the back door, that crazy laughter echoing and bouncing around in her skull. Why the hell was this happening?! She used one hand to support herself against the wall and the other to hold her head. She entered the kitchen and shouted in relief as the back door came into her line of vision. Se reached her free hand out, the laughing still bouncing and bouncing. She groped for the doorknob, finally grabbing ahold of it firmly and turning it, throwing open the door. She tried to run, but something blocked her way. A man grinned down at her, grabbing her wrists.

"Hey cutie," He smirked. "Wanna come over and play with us for a while?"