*facepalm* Okay, I lied . This one is short xD but , oh well xD Deal with it ;)

The room was white, far too white. Flame sat up, and a thin blanket fell away revealing her naked body. That was when she saw the scars.

They marred her body, making her entire left side seem disfigured. She blinked, wishing, hoping, that it was just a figment of her imagination, her eyes playing tricks on her. But as she blinked, she felt an odd stiffness in her face. Bringing her hand up to her cheek, she felt an indent on the smooth skin.

Flame quickly looked around her at the large, metal cabinet that stood beside the mattress. Sure enough, through the bended metal, she could see a white line that ran from her hairline all the way down to her chin. She fingered the scar delicately, tracing her thin finger down the wound, unbelieving.

How had this happened? And how was she here? Nothing made sense. She had a vague memory, perhaps a dream, but it was beyond her, lost somewhere in the shadows of her mind.

Looking in the metal of the cupboard, she realized how wrong her face looked. Her hair was too long and straight, making her face look angular, pinched. She reached forward and grasped a scalpel that lay on a desk that sat beside the bed. Gripping it in her palm, she brought it up to her head.

Flame clutched a large chunk of her hair in one hand, the blade in the other. In one fluid motion, she brought the knife down. There was a soft snipping noise, and what seemed like miles of hair fell to the floor, drifting in wisps through the air.

She continued to slash at her hair until all that was left was a short pixie cut. Flame ran her thin fingers through the remaining hair, gazing at herself in the warped metal. She had to admit, it suited her much better.

Once her work was done, she stood up. Flame picked up the blanket that lay discarded on the floor and wrapped it around her naked body, forming a improvised dress.

The door to the room lay slightly agape, which Flame thought was odd. If they had been captured by Drac's (which she'd come to the conclusion they had been), one, why would they keep her alive, and two, why not have tighter security.

Flame walked cautiously out of the white room, only to find herself in a corridor that shared almost the exact same décor as the room she just left. Everything was white and brutally lit.

Suddenly she saw a shadow appear on the tiled floor from behind her. Flame spun around, her hand reaching down to her waist where her ray gun would normally be, but wasn't.

She came face to face with a Draculoid, but was surprised when she saw that it held nothing but a bundle of clothes, not a ray gun to blow her brains out. The Drac held the clothes out to her and she took them warily, before walking back into the room where she had woken up, looking over her shoulder the whole way, making sure the Drac wasn't going to shoot her from behind her back.

Unfolding the bundle that lay in her arms, she realized it was a grey jumpsuit. Not her clothes of choice, but it was better than running about in a bed sheet. She slipped the suit on. It was a perfect fit.

Walking out the door again, she realized the Drac was no longer standing outside. Gazing left and right down the hallway, she was certain it was deserted.

Walking along, she could hear faint voices. Following the faint mumble, she stumbled outside a fairly large door. Pressing her ear to the cold metal, she was certain this was where the voices were coming from.

She slowly pushed the door open, and the voices in the room became silent at once.

It was a fairly large circular hall with a holographic table in the center, showing a map of the Zones. Surrounding the table were chairs. The first person she saw was Crimson, her hands clamped to the armrests. She stared up at Flame incredulously.

"Flame!" she said in a loud whisper. The other killjoys looked up at the sound of Crimson's voice. Kobra, Ghoul, Jet, they all looked up at her, their eyes scared and worried. And then she saw the person who was seated at the head of the table, wearing the matching grey jumpsuit she was, his red hair flaming around his face.

Party Poison was alive.