Six jolted awake to a gunshot ringing in the air. She covered her ears and looked around. Pulling her hands away, she realized were she was. Room twelve. The room were he takes the people who miss behave and never come out. Blood was streaked along the walls of this small box of a room, and the smell was unbearable. Six gagged and stood up, her legs quivering. Bodies were spread out on the floor, and some were hanging from the ceiling above her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized she was most likely here to die. She tried behaving she really did. What has she done wrong?? She sees a door in the back of the room and rushes over to it.

"Help me!! Please help!" She screamed, her sobs interrupting her next call of help.

"I did nothing wrong! Please!" She sank to the floor and put her head in her hands. She was good. She was good! She didn't deserve to die. All she did was talk back once.

Another gunshot rang in the air, closer now. Then two more. Six jumped up and backed away from the door and covered her mouth. What if it's time? What if she'll die once they get here? The door is kicked open and a girl with long brown hair and blood and dirt all over her face rushes in. She clutched a gun and was looking around frantically.

"God damn it! Where the hell is that bastard?!" She says to herself.

Six backs away slowly into the darker part of the room. Suddenly Six felt something under her foot and fell with a screech. Those damn bodies!

The girl sees her and tackles her.

"Where is he?! Tell me now!" The girl demands, "hello?! Talk!"

Six looks back at the girl, shocked and terrified.

"P-please, don't hurt me....I was good. I behaved!" Six begs, "I don't want to die!"

The girl releases her grip from Six's neck, confused. "What are you talking about?"