5 Isaac Foster

As the elevator ascended, Kristen, Rachel and Faith sat in silence along with someone they least expected; the Killer on B6 by the name of Zack, as they didn't know what to say to one another. Occasionally Kristen would look over to Zack giving a look that could kill in his direction while Zack himself gave a look back to her.

"I can't believe… We have to bring him along with us." Kristen thought in her head, "He kills people for a living, and now he's as fucked as we are. How in the world did it come to this?" She looked over to Rachel, who had been sitting by Faith, as Faith herself was massaging her own feet, that had been most likely from walking and running for hours.

She remembered her words from before, at what she wanted Zack to do to her once they were outside.

"Rachel… Even though it hasn't been that long, she's already changed into someone entirely different. Why would she want to wish for death? Doesn't she have anyone waiting for her to come home?"

"Hey." She soon heard Zack say, bringing her out of her thoughts, "That guy on the last floor, was he a friend of yours?"

The three of them stayed silent while Kristen avoided looking at him, making Zack click his tongue out of annoyance.

"You're ignoring me?" He grumbled.

"What about you?" Rachel asked, making Zack look at her, "You called him by his name before."

Zack tilted his head a little, "Huh? Did I? I can't remember."

"Is your brain really that small?" Kristen asked with a quizzical look of her own.

"Are you trying to piss me off Red Eyes?" Zack said, giving her a glare.

"I'm just saying that I've seen babies with a better memory than you." Kristen told him, "For a serial killer you're not really perspective."

"What was that?!" He yelled.

"Come on you two." Faith said, trying her best to calm them down, "We're trying to get out of this place, not looking for ways to kill each other." Both of them clicked their tongues as they looked away from one another.

Soon enough the elevator came to a halt, stopping on the next floor, which had been B4. The doors opened to a new area, and they immediately noticed the smell of dirt in the air which they couldn't help but find odd.

"Let's go." Zack said after he picked up his scythe; after throwing it over his shoulder he stepped out of the elevator. Kristen, Rachel and Faith soon followed behind him as they stepped along a stone pathway immediately noticing the cold air around them. Each of them noticed pools of water beside them as the lights had been dimly lit like on B5.

Faith looked over to her left and noticed something out of the ordinary. "Hey look." She said getting their attention; she pointed over to a set of bubbles on the surface water, making sounds as the bubbles popped.

"There's something in the water." Rachel pointed out.

"Should I check it out?" Kristen asked.

"I don't think that's necessary right now." Rachel told her, "Besides… Your still hurt, and your wounds will get infected, since the water doesn't look very clean."

"She makes a good point." Faith said to her.

"Hey!" They heard Zack yell, "If you three are done gawking than get your asses moving!"

"It's not like we're going to move any faster if you shout like that!" Kristen told him, "And what did I say about language!?"

Zack let out a growl as his eyes twitched a little at how Kristen talked to him. "Mister?" Rachel soon said, "I've been meaning to ask, do you know this building well?"

"You've been here longer than we have." Faith added, "If you can give us a bit of an insight, than it would be helpful."

Zack soon replied, "Well I don't know all the details. The only reason why I came here was they told me I could kill whoever I wanted. It's probably the same thing for the other people on the other floors too."

"Like we didn't know that already Sherlock." Kristen said.

Zack let out another growl at this before he started to walk forward, "Can we move this along already?" Without another word, the three of them followed Zack further down the hall that had been provided. Eventually the four of them were taken back when they soon found themselves in a room filled with tombstones.

"The hell is this supposed to be?" Zack asked as he looked at the many tombstones.

"I guess it's supposed to be a cemetery." Faith said.

"That explains the smell of dirt." Kristen added, "But there are a lot of them in here…"

"I wonder who they belong to." Rachel wondered aloud.

"Really, who gives a shit?" Zack soon said, earning a look from Kristen. Zack merely huffed and went forward, though it wasn't a second later before he found himself stepping down suddenly before he had been given any warning.

"What the hell!?" He exclaimed as he started to get off whatever had been stuck to his foot, "It's filthy and it's clinging to my fe--GAH! It's all sticky and gross! This is not my day damn it!"

"Shouldn't we do something?" Faith asked awkwardly looking at Rachel.

"We should." Rachel added, "Or rather…" The two girls slowly looked at Kristen as she did a double take at them. She let out an annoyed sigh as she knew exactly what they were thinking.

"For the love of--"

Kristen soon took out the knife from it's holster. She looked in the open grave noticing that it had been a decaying corpse he stepped on; it's hand was stuck to his foot before she kneeled down beside him making him freeze at how close she was.

"Don't move." She told him as she cut off it's fingers still holding the knife as if she had been cooking.

Zack couldn't help but feel pissed at the way she had been holding it, but decided to say nothing at the moment. After she had gotten the fingers off of him, he stood up brushing off whatever had been at the bottom of his boot. Just as he did this Rachel soon looked into the open grave.

"The hell are you looking at?" Zack asked her, "You wanna be in a grave that badly?"

"I already am." Rachel replied, making Kristen and Faith look at her with a solemn look. Zack on the other hand couldn't give a rats ass about her words, as he threw the scythe back over his shoulder.

"Let's go." He told them.

Kristen and Faith seemed to follow behind, though Rachel on the other hand, still looked on to the open grave, as they quickly took notice. "What's up with fascination with graves anyway?" Zack asked her, as he started to get impatient.

"Come on Rachel." Kristen said, "We gotta keep moving."

Rachel soon turned to them and caught up with them, as they followed the first opening they saw. They eventually found themselves in what looked to be a dead end, filled with more tombstones and the entryway seemed significantly larger. It looked to be a dozen tombstones within as it started to look more like a cemetery.

"Jesus…" Kristen said in her head, "... There are so many of them here. Just how many people came in this building before us?"

She soon noticed that Zack found a memorial with something written on it. She noticed the look on his face as he groaned out of annoyance. "Hey!" He called out, "One of you read this!"

"You're not serious?" Kristen said.

"You see this face Red Eyes?" Zack said, as he gestured to his bandaged face, "This is me being serious! Now read the damn thing!"

"With that tone in your voice, I'm not gonna do it!"

"QUIT BEING A STUBBORN BITCH RED EYES!"

"Language!"

"You two…" Faith said as she didn't know what to do.

Rachel let out a sigh before she stepped forward to the plaque; she looked at the writing and began to read aloud what had been written. "The welcome by the Holy Land. The chosen Lord, the Good Men, beloved by the Angels, the Special Ones leave yourselves in the magnificent glory of the Lord. To the traitors, here will be their prison forever…"

"What an interesting way of putting things." Faith said, as she scratched her chin.

"I don't get it." Zack said as he shrugged a little.

"Why am I not surprised?" Kristen mumbled, earning a look from Zack.

Rachel soon noticed something in the center of the room; She saw there had been a total of four tombstones, each one looked freshly made. She broke off from the group as she approached them, taking them back a little as she stopped in front of the four tombstones.

"Don't go wandering off!" Zack called out as he followed her.

"Something the matter?" Kristen asked.

"These ones…" Rachel said, "... Look freshly made."

Faith felt the material on the stone with her open palm, "You're right. I wonder who took their time to do this?"

"What difference does that make?" Zack asked.

"They're names on it." Rachel said, looking to the tombstone in the middle. Carved into the tombstone Kristen noticed that in fine print there had been Rachel's name; Her full name to be precise. "That name is yours." Kristen pointed out.

"Yeah." Rachel said, nodding a little.

Faith looked to the tombstone in front of her as she saw that there was carving as well. "This one has my name too." She said, her fingers brushing over the carving with her open palm.

Kristen noticed the tombstone on the far right; she stepped towards it, she noticed that her was written in cursive, "There's one for me as well."

She soon noticed something sitting in front of the tombstone. It had been that of a rose, in an odd color; it had been in the color of black with thorns as sharp as pins. She picked up the rose from the tombstone, as she appeared to have been caught in a trance by it. She felt a ring in her head as she found herself seeing a few images in her head that seemed unclear; the only thing she could make out was the color of red.

The others didn't seem to notice as they found an unfinished tombstone on the far left.

"Than that one over there is…" Rachel started.

"It's supposed to be mine?" Zack said, going towards it, "Is this here so I can die at any time? That really pisses me off…" He moved his scythe over his head as he had prepared to take a swing at it.

"I'll crush it into dust." He said it all with a smile.

"You can't do that!" Faith said stopping him, "Your scythe will break otherwise."

"SHUT UP, I KNEW THAT!" Zack yelled at Faith, making her shrink a little.

Rachel had soon noticed the way Kristen looked, as her skin looked to be a bit pale as she still held onto the black rose; She approached her and tapped her arm. "Kristen?" Rachel said, seemingly snapping her out of the trance, "Is something wrong?"

For a moment, Kristen looked to the black rose in her hand before she had tossed it to the ground. "N-nothing." Kristen replied, her voice stammering a little, "I'm fine." Rachel tilted her head as if she had been a dog. Zack noticed how Kristen looked though he couldn't place his finger on it, it had irritated him since he could tell from the look in her eye… She had told a lie.

He held the blade of his scythe near Kristen's body, causing her to regain her composure and taking Faith and even Rachel by surprise; though the child had been calm.

"Listen here Red Eyes." Zack started to say, "... You don't care about me, and I don't care about you, but I sure as hell don't intend to die here with any of you. I don't give two shits about what the fuck is going through your head, but you better get your shit together and--"

His sentence had been cut off when he noticed Kristen looking at something. She stepped away from him and peeked behind Rachel's gravestone. That's when they saw it; a narrow gap in the wall.

"There's a draft coming from here." Kristen said as she looked within.

"The wind feels cold." Faith said as she shivered when she felt the breeze.

Zack looked over Kristen's shoulder, "You think somethings in there?"

"I think…" Kristen replied, "I can't really see in there though. It's too dark."

"Well, you're the one that pointed it out; go check it out." Zack said to her. Kristen froze a little at this when she looked inside again. She had only now realized how dark it had been; she trembled as she started to sweat at the thought of venturing in a dark area by herself. She felt her body shake a little at the thought. Though it hadn't been long before she heard Faith say--

"She's not going to fit." She told Zack, "The openings are too narrow for her."

"So?" Zack asked.

"She'll get stuck if she tries to go through." Rachel reasoned.

Zack clicked his tongue, "Maybe it's because of that fat ass she's got on her."

That seemed to have snapped her out of her thoughts as she felt her face turn red with rage and her body flinch. "EXCUSE ME, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!?" Kristen yelled as she turned over to Zack raising her fist to me.

"YOU HEARD ME, YOU RED EYE BITCH!!" Zack yelled as he had been in her face, "I SAID YOU HAVE A FAT ASS!!"

"YOU JERK!" Kristen shouted, hitting him on the head, "I CAN TAKE THE INSULTS YOU THROW AT ME, BUT WHEN YOU TELL ME I'M FAT, THAT'S CROSSING A LINE!"

"OH YEAH, WELL YOU SHOULD REALLY RETHINK HITTING PEOPLE THAT COULD KILL YOU! WHICH BY THE WAY I'M ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE FAT asses!"

"ARE YOU ASKING FOR A DEATH WISH!?"

"ARE YOU ASKING FOR ONE IS THE BETTER QUESTION!"

Faith stood there awkwardly and Rachel just watched the two of them argue with each other. "I feel like they're going to kill each other right now…" Faith said awkwardly as she slumped over a little.

"Maybe…" Rachel said still with a dead look in her eyes.

She looked towards the narrow opening examining a little; she looked over to Kristen as she had remembered their conversation from when they were on B5 as they were in a place where it had been dark. Looking at the narrow entrance once more, she had quickly thought of a solution.

"Faith and I can take a look." Rachel said to the group, making Kristen and Zack stop arguing with each other, "You two can stay here."

Faith had soon caught on what Rachel had been saying as she soon added, "Now that I think about it… Rachel and I are small enough, so we'll be able to go through with ease."

"Wait, you mean, you want to go by yourselves?" Kristen said surprised, "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"It's the only choice we have." Faith reasoned, "We're certainly not going to get anywhere if we stay here."

Kristen gave it thought for a moment before she replied, "I guess that's true."

"Hang on a second!" Zack soon said, eyeing Rachel and Faith suspiciously, "How do I know you two aren't going to run away?"

Faith turned to Zack giving him a somewhat "really" look. "Why would I do that?" Faith asked him before saying, "I'm not outside of this place yet. Even if I did run, I would have nowhere to go on this floor, plus I'm not good at defending myself if I run into trouble."

"I won't run away either." Rachel told him, "You still haven't killed me yet."

Kristen and Faith both flinched at this, though Zack still looked unphased by her words as he let out a sigh. "That crap again? You really are creepy." Zack said before tossing his scythe in the air as he caught it and putting back over his shoulder, "Fine. You two go ahead and check the hole."

"In the meantime, can you two look for the exit out here?" Rachel asked Zack and Kristen.

"An exit?" Kristen said as she couldn't help but feel confused.

Zack had looked at Rachel, annoyed by this, "Don't order me around."

"It'll make things go a lot faster if we all search for--" Rachel started to say before her sentence had been cut off.

"THERE AIN'T NOTHING BUT GRAVES HERE!" Zack couldn't help but shout.

"Hate to say it, but I agree with him kiddo." Kristen said, "How do you know if there's an exit out here?"

"I don't." Rachel replied, "But there might be a trigger in here that we missed."

This of course had Kristen and Faith look at Rachel with awe as they were just surprised that Rachel came to that conclusion. "Huh… I actually didn't think of that." Kristen said, as her jaw had been slightly dropped.

"Me neither." Faith had added as she looked to Rachel, "I know you're younger than I am, but you really are smart."

"Seriously, that's your reasoning?" Zack said, "Do you really think I would know I trigger if I saw one?"

The three of them looked at Zack as they all had a certain thought. Though he didn't seem very bright, he seemed to know what they were all thinking as he couldn't help but look pissed off.

"HEY!" He shouted. Kristen couldn't help but turn her back to him as she did her best to hold back a laugh coming in the back of her throat. "You better not be laughing at me Red Eyes!" Zack yelled to Kristen.

"Anyway…" Rachel said, turning to Faith, "... Let's go take a look."

"Sure." Faith said. Though she rummaged through her skirt pocket before she took out her walkie. She handed it over to Kristen just as she recovered, "Here. You should hold onto this." Faith said, "Rachel still has the other one, so it should be alright."

"Good thinking." Kristen said as she took the walkie, "Contact me if you run into any trouble."

Faith nodded and thus the two of them went through the narrow passage; just as they did--

"Also!" They heard Zack say, "If you get caught in a trap and die, than one of you had better tell me!"

The three of them couldn't help but look at him with a raised eyebrow on their faces. "What?" He said annoyed. "You do realize that dead people can't talk right?" Kristen said. Zack couldn't help but growl at this as she saw his eyebrow twitch.

"How small is your brain?" Kristen asked as she tilted her head a little.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP RED EYES!!" Zack yelled with a pissed off look.

"WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT LANGUAGE!?" Kristen shouted back as she hit him on the head.

"AND WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT HITTING ME!?" He exclaimed as his face was close to her own again.

"Also mister…?" They soon heard Rachel say, causing Zack to turn to her.

"YOU'RE STILL NOT DONE TALKING!?" Zack yelled.

"If it's possible…" Rachel started to say, "... Could you not destroy my grave?"

Surprisingly enough he didn't yell right away as it looked as though he had been processing what she had been asking. Eventually he replied as he looked off to the side, "... Whatever."

The two of them went inside, while Kristen and Zack waited for them on the outside.

***

Both Rachel and Faith ventured down the long hallway with only the lights to guide them on their pathway. The lights flickered ever so slightly every now and again.

"This seems a little longer than I thought." Faith said, "Where do you think this leads?"

"Hopefully a way off of this floor." Rachel replied calmly, "I hope Kristen and that guy will be fine by themselves."

"Probably." Faith said, "I'm just worried that they might kill each other if we leave them alone for too long."

The two of them, or rather just Faith jumped when the lights suddenly went out. They both stopped when they heard something echoing through the halls. The sound of a child laughing as it sounded like it had been all around them.

As quick as the laugheters came, it had disappeared as the lights turned back on, as the two couldn't help but look up to the ceiling.

"What… Was that?" Faith asked fearfully.

"I'm not sure." The child replied. It hadn't been long before they saw a room up ahead. They both looked to one another before they entered the room that had been in front of them. They saw that in the room there had been a bag of dirt with a couple of shovels, a work desk with paper and a pair of black gloves and another door with a red light.

"What an odd looking room." Faith commented.

Rachel reached for the doorknob to open the door, though it was locked. "I can't get it open." She told Faith.

Faith went to examine the door. "It doesn't look like it has a key." She said, "Maybe there's a button around here that could open it?"

"I don't think so." Rachel replied, "There's no good place to hide it."

Before Faith could say anything she noticed something on the desk. It looked to be a letter and a fresh orange flower that sat on the work desk. "Who put this here?" She wondered as she picked up the letter and flower and looked it over; Her eyes widened slightly.

"Rachel…" She said in a worried tone, "... This letter is addressed to you."

Rachel tilted her head a little as she took the letter and flower from Faith, as she started to read it aloud.

"Rachel,

I've been curious about you for a long time. I want to meet you, but those two are in the way. You know something? I knew in an instant that I liked you. So I arranged something special for you. A place just for you… Where you can rest in peace forever."

"Talk about creepy…" Faith said as she shuddered a little.

"Rest forever…" Rachel repeated before she had spotted what looked like blueprints of a tombstone, "What's this…?"

***

Kristen and Zack looked around every corner of the graveyard to see if they could find anything of use, though so far nothing had seemed to turn up for the two of them. Kristen let out an annoyed groan as she looked behind another gravestone only to have it turn up fruitless.

"Damn it, there's nothing here either…" Kristen said.

"Seriously, how are we supposed to find a trigger?" Zack said, "There's nothing but graves."

"It would go a lot faster if you actually looked around instead of walking!" She told him.

"Quiet Red Eyes!" Zack told her as he flipped her off, "You're lucky that I'm doing jack shit!"

"Well fuck you too." Kristen said as she turned her back to him as she flipped him off. Zack's eyebrow twitched at this as he looked around the room. "Why did she remind anyone again?" He mumbled to himself before he looked back to his gravestone again.

"Shit…" He said aloud, "... Someone had serious balls to make ME a grave. I wanna crush it."

"Faith already said your scythe would break didn't she?" Kristen said, "You're better off not doing it."

Kristen had decided to take another look around the tombstones to see if she had missed something behind one of them. She even looked in between the gravestones as to see if she had missed anything, though--

CLANG!

"DAMN, IT'S HARD!!"

Kristen turned to Zack's direction and saw that he was hitting his own gravestone. Though it wasn't with his scythe, it was with a pickaxe. "Where in the world did he get that?" She couldn't help but question. She saw Zack took another swing and just like that his gravestone broke into pieces, making him laugh loudly.

"I sure showed you!" He said cheerfully, "That'll teach you to be so sturdy for a rushed job!"

"He's acting like a little kid…" She had said to herself, "... Than again…"

"I know…" She soon heard Zack say; she saw that he had a devious smile on his face, "...I'll crush them all."

"Eh?"

The next thing Kristen knew he suddenly made a dash to the row she had been in. Realizing what he meant she quickly moved out of the way as she let out a surprised squeak. Just as he swung the pick axe, breaking it into pieces as he continued to laugh loudly, allowing his voice to echo throughout the room. She watched from the sidelines as he continued to smash up the many gravestones that laid before them; occasionally she dodged debris that had flown at her.

"HEY! AT LEAST WATCH WHERE YOU'RE SWINGING THAT THING! ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE SOMEONE A CONCUSSION!?" Kristen yelled, before she was nearly hit with another flying rock.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!" She exclaimed as she dodged.

She found herself at the center of the room again, as she felt her back hit something. She had realized that she had run into her tombstone again, as she had looked to the black rose that was still on the floor. She found herself picking up the rose again, studying the petals closely. She looked over to her gravestone and back to the rose in her hand.

"This rose…" She said to herself, "... Why does it… Remind me of something?"

The moment Kristen blinked she found herself in a different place all together. She found herself standing in a garden filled with roses all in different shades of color; the roses reminded her of a rainbow, though what she had been doing here she had no idea. She just found herself transfixed on the roses before her eyes.

"Beautiful…"

She had soon been startled when she heard the sound of someone singing.

She turned in the direction of the voice and saw it had been a woman, who looked to be around her age, but appeared to be in her twenties. Her appearance seemed to have been more clear, as her hair had looked to be in the color of the sunset; Her face turned red at the sight of her beauty as the woman before her hummed the rest of the song.

"The roses are coming out lovely this year." She heard the woman say to her, "Don't you agree?"

Kristen merely nodded her head to her as she couldn't find any words to say to the woman before her. "It's good that they started blooming." She said, as she started to remove some from the garden, "I was worried that we would've gone to the spring festival empty handed."

The woman held up a white rose to her, "Here, this one will go great with that outfit we bought the other day."

Kristen gave a small smile as she went to take the flower. That's when a ring started to go off in her head, and she found herself surrounded in static for a moment. She was taken back when she suddenly found rose petals flying right by her face, as well as a pool of blood. She found herself standing before a body, of that very same woman whose hair shined brighter than hers.

Her pale skin had been stained, as the set of petals had been scattered across the floor. Kristen looked down at her hands and saw that red was on her hands and underneath her nails. The police sirens had sounded off in the distance as she found herself blinded by the light.

"It was her! The one with the red eyes! She did it!"

"Wait, what?" Kristen said looking to the crowd, and the officers coming towards her, grabbing a hold of both of her arms "No wait! I didn't do this! Please!"

"You're under arrest for the murder of AXXXX GXXXXX. Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court."

"Stop! Let me go!" She yelled as she struggled, "I didn't kill her! Please let me go!!"

"HERE COMES THE NEXT ONE BITCHES!!"

Kristen had been snapped out of her own thoughts when she heard another tombstone break beside her. She turned and noticed Zack had broken Faith's tombstone. "SERVES YOU RIGHT!!" Zack said with a laugh. It hadn't been long before he noticed the look on Kristen's face.

"The fuck's up with you Red Eyes?" He asked as he put the pick axe over his shoulder, "Deep in your thoughts again?"

"No, I'm fine." She told him as she avoided looking at him as she still held the black rose. She jumped a little when Zack had been up close and invaded her personal space, as he looked closely to her. "Uh…" Kristen said, as she backed up, "...What are you doing?"

"You did it again." He said in an angry tone of voice.

"Did what?" She asked.

"You told a lie." He replied as he gritted his teeth, "Earlier you told a lie to that little girl, when she asked you what was wrong."

"What difference would it make if I told a lie?" She asked, though she didn't see that this only seemed to anger Zack, "It's not like you care if I told the--"

Kristen had suddenly been cut off when she felt Zack grab a hold of her shirt and lifted her a couple of inches off the ground; dropping the pick axe he grabbed his scythe and held the blade just underneath her chin as she had been taken back.

"Something you should know about me, Red Eyes…" He said in an aggressive tone of voice as he brought the blade closer, "... I HATE lies. If you don't tell me the truth, within the next five seconds, I WILL not hesitate to cut you up right here and now."

Kristen saw the look in his eyes though she couldn't tell if he had been serious about his words or not. She sighed as she had managed to get his fingers off of her, allowing her feet to gently touch the ground. "What difference would it make if I told you the truth?" She said as she put her arms around herself, "You said it yourself, you don't care about me, and I don't care about you."

"You stubborn little--" Zack said before he groaned annoyingly, "I was telling the truth that I don't care about you. But it pisses me that you're just spitting out lies." Kristen didn't say anything as she now kept silent, before Zack continued onward, "You don't like me, and you've got no reason to. But you're gonna end up digging yourself a grave if you keep hiding shit. Either you tell me the truth, or I kill you. It's your choice."

Kristen let out a sigh as she played with her for a bit. She didn't want to say anything about what had been bothering her, but he did make a good point about one thing. He would kill her if she didn't do what he told her. Her hand shook a little as she thought back to the police, the day they had taken her into custody, as it had made her blood boil.

"Well…?" Zack said, "You gonna start telling me the truth now?"

Kristen soon turned back to him, "Where would you even want me to begin?"

"You can start by telling me what you're doing here." He told her.

She couldn't help but laugh a little at this, "I can't really remember. Only bits and pieces. All I know is I was framed for a crime I didn't commit. I was meant to go and plead with the judge, but--Someone took me here. I don't know who it was though."

"A crime?" Zack said curiously. "...What was your crime that you quote unquote committed?"

Kristen froze a little at this as a ring went off in her head. All she saw was red in her vision and the sight of rose petals scattered on the floor. She groaned a little as the image seemed to have passed her by.

"Don't go passing out on me Red Eyes." He said as he noticed the way she looked.

"They think…" She started to say, "... I… Killed someone."

Zack didn't seem phased by this answer, "Did you?"

"No! Of course not!" Kristen told him angrily, "I could never kill anyone, even if my life depended on it! Besides… The person they think I killed, I think I knew her… She was an important person to me. I would never even think of taking her life!"

"You told them this?"

"Of course I did! But when I told them this at first, they didn't believe me! Most of them still didn't believe it until one of them decided to listen with their heads instead of their ears! And it still pisses me off that most of them still don't!!"

Kristen couldn't help but stomp her foot on the ground hard as she felt rage build up into her heart, as it rushed to her veins. "Fuck those cops! Fuck those detectives! Fuck all of them!" Zack spat to the side as he watched her grasp her head and scratched at it violently; he knew he said he didn't care though he didn't know why, the moment he saw blood in her nails he just couldn't watch this anymore.

"Quit it with that shit Red Eyes!" Zack told her after he stomped over to her grabbing her wrist, "You're making my stomach churn the way you're doing that!"

"Than how the fuck do you suggest I cope with it?!" Kristen said to him.

He let go of her wrist, as he placed his scythe down once more. He picked up the pick axe again as he handed it to her.

"Break shit." Was all he said as he shoved the pick axe into her hands, making her stumble a little due to the weight.

She looked around, taking note that all of the tombstones had been broken thanks to Zack, before she turned to her own tombstone. She looked to the pickaxe in her hands before she looked over to Zack.

He didn't say anything to her as he only ushered her to break the tombstone before her. With a deep breath she held the pickaxe in her hand, as she struggled to keep her balance. She took one strong swing allowing the tombstone to crack; she jumped back a little due to the backlash. Though this didn't stop her, as she thought back to the people that had doubted her, and those that had told her she was wrong and that she had been lying. She picked up the pickaxe again as she started to swing, breaking apart the tombstone.

"Fuck you!" She yelled as she did this, "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! FUCK YOU!!"

***

-Earlier-

Rachel had been quick to take notice of blueprints that sat nearby. She picked it up and looked at what was written. "Faith." She said, "Look at this." Faith looked over her shoulder to examine the paper, taking it from her hand.

"How interesting." She said, fixing up her glasses a little bit, "There appears to be calculations written at the bottom of this page. There might be a clue to where I can find a way to open the door."

Rachel soon started to think for a moment, "Maybe if we add it to the number of graves we can--"

The two of them jumped when they heard a loud bang sound in the distance followed by the sounds of laughter. "What in the world?" Faith said.

They heard the laughs continue before they heard loud noises again.

"What are they doing?" Faith said awkwardly.

"That's annoying." Rachel said nonchalantly.

Just than they heard the door behind them make a clicking sound; they both saw that the light above the door knob had been green instead of red. Stepping forward, Faith reached for the knob and gave it a turn; it opened with but a push.

"It's open now." She said to Rachel.

Rachel looked back to the pathway that they had just come through as she wondered aloud, "Did he get it open?"

"HERE COMES THE NEXT ONE BITCHES!!" They heard him shout.

"Probably not…" Faith said as she slumped over a little, "Anyway we should what's up ahead. There might be something that'll help us along the way."

All Rachel did was nod her head before the two of them proceeded to move forward to the pathway that had been given to them. As they went towards whatever had been up ahead. As they walked along Faith gave a little whistle that seemed to have bounced against the walls of the halls; Rachel took notice of the tune she had been whistling.

"Mother Goose..." Rachel said, making Faith stop, "That tune you're whistling. It's a Mother Goose Rhyme."

"You noticed huh?" Faith said a little embarrassed, "... It's something I like to do to keep myself calm. It's what kept me sane when I was hiding. Sounds silly huh?"

Rachel shook her head at this, "It's not silly. It sounds normal."

Faith laughed a little at this, "Thanks."

"That Mother Goose Rhyme… What's it called?"

"Hush Little Baby. My brother used to sing me that song when I was little to help me sleep. Though he would sing it instead of whistling since I'm not very good at that sort of thing."

Rachel soon noticed that Faith had a sad look on her face, as she had said, "... I wish he was here with us…"

"I've been meaning to ask…" Rachel started to say, "... How did you and your brother get separated from each other?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Faith wondered. Rachel only shook her head in reply letting Faith sigh a little at this.

"I suppose I could tell you, since we're going to be with each other for awhile." She said before she started to explain, "It happened before you two came her, and before they announced that guy as traitor. Like I said before, we were having trouble finding the controls for the elevator. He ended up finding us, and we had to run. My brother managed to find us a place to hide on the floor. We decided to wait for someone like you and Kristen to come along and help us. He decided to look for something for us to eat but… Huh?"

Rachel noticed the look on Faith's face as she appeared to have a look of confusion and appeared to be in some kind of pain as she put her hand to her forehead. "Faith?" Rachel said as she tilted her head a little.

"I…" Faith started to say as she was shocked herself, "... Can't remember the rest."

Before Rachel could ask she noticed another room up ahead. She picked up her pace a little and Faith was quick to follow. They stepped into the room filled with a dozen books and an open binder in the desk in front of them. "It's a reference room…" Rachel said as she looked around.

"What's it doing here…?" Faith couldn't help but ask as she went to look at the book on the desk.

The lights soon went off again, causing the two of them to look to all that surrounded them, as the child's laugh was heard again. Though this time around it had sounded close, as if whoever had been laughing had been in the same room with the two; The lights above soon turned back on with a click.

"Is someone there?" Rachel asked as she looked around, though she had gotten no answer from the person. She soon looked to Faith as she saw her put something in her pocket. "Rachel, come look at this." She said, motioning her to come over.

Rachel walked over and looked within the binder that had contained what looked to be a set of profiles; each page containing a different person with each turn of a page. She noticed however the previous page had been torn out leaving behind little pieces of paper, though she decided not to pay any mind to it, at least for now.

"Watkin Becket…" Rachel started to read aloud, "Place of Death: B3. Cause of death: Blood loss from a bullet wound."

She turned the page, to the next profile

"Cut open on B6."

And to the next.

"Hanged on B5."

And to the next.

"Beaten to death on B4."

"These are all the people that came to the building before we did." Faith said, "These poor souls…"

"What does that make us?" Rachel said as she turned to the next page. Her expression changed when she had gotten to one with a familiar name. It was her own name; Rachel Gardner. "Your own record…" Faith said.

"Yeah…" Rachel said as she removed her page from the binder, as she looked over her own profile. Faith soon noticed what the next page contained. She saw it was of the man they allied themselves with. She took the paper from it's confines and gave it a read.

"Isaac Foster." Faith said, gaining Rachel's attention.

"What does it say?" Rachel asked as she had been curious.

"It doesn't have his official age or birthdate." Faith replied, "But according to this, it says something about--" She read ahead in the passage as she let out a gasp, "Oh my word." She said to herself. Rachel took the paper from Faith and gave it a glance recognizing the person in the photo. It hadn't been long before she put her profile and his into her messenger bag.

"It doesn't really change the situation that we're in." She told Faith.

Faith looked at Rachel a little shocked by her words, "... I guess not, but… It's still a bit shocking, you know." She soon turned back to the pathway where they first came in, "Anyway, we should probably head back to them. We've left them alone for too long."

"Wait." Rachel said to Faith, making her stop. She started to flip through the pages again, "All these are in alphabetical order." She said, "If there are profiles of us, than there should be--" She finally stopped at a page when she had gotten to those with a last name starting with W. There they saw a familiar girl with red eyes and black hair; though the photo within the picture looked to be a mugshot. Though in the photo she looked to be a little worse for wear.

"Kristen Waterson." Rachel read, "It's just as I thought…"

"That mugshot." Faith said, "That must've been from when the police…"

Rachel took the paper from the book, and started to read what had been written, "Birthdate: December 25, 1999. Born in XXX Hospital in the city of XXX. Is the only child of Heather and Trevor Waterson. Parents both died in a hit and run when she was only six and---"

Rachel soon took notice that the rest of the writing had been inked out, as she could hardly make out what the next set of words had said.

"Who could've done this?" Rachel couldn't help but wonder aloud as Faith had the same thought in her head.

Just then the lights went out once more as the same child's laugh was heard again. As quick as the laughter came, it had suddenly disappeared just as the lights turned back on.

"That laugh again…?" Rachel said.

"Seriously…?" Faith said as she shivered. It hadn't been long before they noticed what looked to be a letter and the same orange flower like what they had found previously.

"That wasn't there before…" Faith said as her voice shook a little.

Rachel went and took the paper from the desk, as she read what had been written.

"I know what you really want. I can make you fabulous… "

***

With one final swing, Kristen had hit what had been left of her own tombstone as she quickly caught her breath. What had been left of her tombstone as it has been reduced to a stump with the rocks and debris in nothing more than tiny little pieces. She fell to her knees as the pick axe rolled out of her hand.

"Fuck… You…" She said in between her breaths.

Zack, who had stood nearby, couldn't help but give her a clap.

"Would you look at that Red Eyes?" He said as he examined what remained of her tombstone, "Didn't know you had that much anger to work with."

"Shut. Up." Kristen said regaining her composure as she gave him a glare.

"That was quick." He said impressed. He soon looked over to Rachel's grave, "That just leaves that one…" He said to himself.

Just as Kristen picked herself up off the ground wiping the sweat off of her forehead, Zack took the pick axe from the floor and went towards Rachel's tombstone. "I don't get it…" He said, "... Why is she so attached to this anyway?"

He gave a smile, and went to swing at it--

"Whoa, wait!" Kristen said, grabbing his wrist, "What do you think you're doing!?"

"What's it look like?" He replied, "I'm gonna destroy this piece of trash."

"She told you not to though!" She told him, "What's she gonna think if she came back and saw her grave in pieces?!" Kristen had been taken back by her words as she had been surprised to say that kind of thing. "Why am I even concerned about that for one thing?" She thought to herself.

Zack couldn't help but let out a sigh as he pried his hand away from hers, "Way to spoil the fucking mood Red Eyes…" He said in an annoying tone before he tossed the pick axe to the side.

"... By the way…" He said looking at Kristen as she had noticed he was genuinely confused, "... What are we supposed to be doing again?"

Kristen nearly fell to the floor at this before she had shouted, "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO ASK ME THAT!?"

Before Zack could even yell back, they heard the sound of footsteps coming from a crack in the wall. They saw that it had been Rachel and Faith.

"We're back." Faith said stepping through, "You're not gonna believe what we--Eh?"

It was only than that they noticed that all of the tombstones, minus Rachel's, were all in pieces. Faith looked shocked while Rachel on the other hand looked unphased.

"What happened here?" Rachel asked, turning to Zack and Kristen.

"They pissed me off, so I destroyed them." Zack replied as he took his scythe back in his hands.

Rachel soon turned to what had been left of Kristen's, as she and Faith looked to her. Kristen immediately took notice of this, "...I may… Have unleashed my fury on my tombstone." She replied awkwardly.

"We can see that." Rachel and Faith said simultaneously.

Zack soon turned to Rachel and Faith, "Well? Did you two find anything?"

"Faith and I found what looked to be a reference room in there." Rachel replied before she had taken the profile pages she picked up, "We also found these inside." Both Zack and Kristen examined the profile, which had been her own; Kristen was surprised while Zack on the other hand was just confused again.

"This profile is yours…" Kristen said, merely shocked, to which only Rachel nodded.

"Here." Rachel said, handing Kristen her own, "We found yours too."

Kristen took it from Rachel as she noticed the photo that was on her profile page. "Where the hell did they get that…?" She mumbled to herself.

"The only thing I see is just a piece of paper with writing." She soon heard Zack say, "What's it supposed to tell ya?"

"A profile normally tells you about a person." Faith replied, "Like how this profile tells you about Rachel."

"That's useless." Zack said, "There's nothing to gain knowing more about you now is there?"

Faith was about to retort but had only realized that he made a good point, "When you put it like that…"

"Also…" Rachel said, flipping the page, as Kristen had taken notice, "... This was there too."

She took a closer look and saw his photo on the corner of the page. She looked over to Zack, who didn't even bother to look at the photo. "That's you, isn't it?" She said to him, though she didn't really expect him to answer. She turned back to the two, "Did you guys read it?"

The two of them nodded their heads; she took the paper from Rachel before she gave it a read.

"Isaac Foster. Birth date unknown. Entered an illegal orphanage as a child. The poor conditions were later exposed but from that point Isaac Foster's whereabouts were unknown." Kristen's head felt a little fuzzy at the words she had seen; Simple keywords really. Several images seemed to have passed her by at a fast pace; so fast that she couldn't make them out.

"How do you feel about reading that?" She soon heard Zack say. The three of them looked at Zack as he held his scythe out.

"You're right, Red Eyes…" He said before he put the blade to her neck, "Isaac Foster is me."

Kristen looked down at the paper as she looked back at him. "Not gonna lie." Kristen started to say, "It's a good name. Better than Zack anyway."

Zack had been taken back by this, but quickly got rid of whatever he had been thinking in his head, "You've all read what was on there I take it." He said, "... What do you think?"

"What do you want us to think?" Faith said, "It's not like it changes anything."

"She is right." Kristen said, holding the paper out to him, "Like you said, all of this is useless. This is just information, nothing more than that."

Zack pressed the blade closer to her neck, "You're not afraid of me? Any of you?"

"Nope." Kristen replied.

"I'm not either." Rachel added.

"Maybe I was beforehand, but I'm not now." Faith answered.

All Zack did was laugh a little out of amusement. "You know… You three sound like this person who said something similar."

***

-Sometime Ago-

A young woman ran into an alleyway in fear of her pursuer but stopped in her tracks when she realized she saw she had run into a dead end. With a knife in his hand, Zack stepped towards the terrified woman as he had a smile plastered on his bandaged face.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked the woman, "Because you should be."

"No I'm not!" The woman stated, "You see, I'm actually a fan of yours."

Zack held the knife to her neck, causing her to flinch, though she continued to talk to him. "You were… In the newspaper right?" She said, trying to put enthusiasm in her voice, "I wanted to meet you! I'm honored that I ran into you."

She placed her hand on top of his and another on his chest.

"My goodness… You're so manly."

She slid her hand down his chest sensually causing Zack to lower his hand slowly.

"Hey listen, maybe can we--"

Zack grabbed her head before tossing her to the ground catching her off guard. It hadn't been long before she had a fearful look on her face.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

***

(KRISTEN)

What happened then?

(ZACK)

It amused me, so I gave her five seconds to run instead of three.

***

The woman quickly ran after Zack began the countdown. When he reached one he started to sprint after her, laughing as he did. He was quick to catch as he had grabbed her by the head again but this time he had pushed her against the wall pinning her.

"If you're not afraid of me, then why did you run?" He said as he still had his smile.

"I LIED!" The woman practically screamed, "YOU KNOW THAT I'M AFRAID OF YOU! I JUST SAID ALL OF THAT SO THAT YOU MIGHT LET ME GO!"

Zack lost his smile at this as the woman began to cry horrifically as she came to the terrifying conclusion. Zack on the other hand flipped the knife in his head.

"Big mistake…" He said with a glare, "... Cause I REALLY hate lies."

And just like that everything had turned red for the poor woman.

***

"Sorry but…" Kristen soon said, "... What does that story have to do with any of us?"

Zack's jaw dropped at this as he had been left in shock but this kind of response. He was put even more into shock when Faith soon said, "Yeah, was there a point to telling us this?"

"Wait, what!?" He couldn't help but shout.

"If there was a point…" Rachel soon said, "... Than should I follow that woman's example? If I run, will you kill me? If I take proper steps will you kill me?"

Kristen and Faith couldn't help but have a solemn look at what Rachel had said, but the two of them jumped when Zack dropped his scythe out of shock, again.

"God fucking damn it!" He groaned as he slapped himself in the face, "I forgot she wants me to kill her!"

"Is something the matter?" Rachel asked.

"Nothing!" Zack replied as he picked up his scythe before he turned to Faith, "You, four eyes! You said you were scared before, why the change of heart?"

"Well…" Faith said, "... Let's just say you can't judge a book by it's cover. That's my reasoning at least."

Zack gave another confused look to her, as he gave out an annoyed sigh, "I don't get that crap." He said to himself before looking at Kristen, "What about you Red Eyes? Why aren't you scared of me?"

Kristen was about to reply, however, she found herself struggling to do so, "... I…" She started to say as she put a hand to her head, "... I don't know."

Zack gave a quizzical look at this before he had said, "Nevermind forget I asked. So was that all you two found?"

Faith soon gave a reply, "There's another door back there, but it's locked. It didn't look like there was a key back there."

"There might be a trigger out here too." Rachel added.

Zack couldn't help but groan at this, "Shit! Another one!?" He soon cried out in agony when he felt Kristen step on his foot hard. He grasped it as he started to hop a little.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" He yelled.

"Language." Was all Kristen told him, making him growl.

"Also…" Rachel soon said, "... We heard someone laughing."

"Laughing?" Kristen said questiongly, "... What do you mean laughing?"

She looked down at her feet before she added, "... The person… Said they knew what I really wanted."

Kristen stayed silent at this as her eyes widened slightly; Faith had a look of worry as well as she remembered the letters that they had found prior. Zack on the other hand after he had been quick to recover as he came to a conclusion in his head.

"Is that so?" They soon heard him say.

Setting aside his scythe he went to pick up the pick axe back up as the three of them took notice of this. "Wait, what are you doing?" Kristen asked.

"What does it look like Red Eyes?" Zack told her, "I'm gonna destroy that grave. It's annoying the hell out of me."

The three of them gasped in shock from this.

"Wai--" Rachel started to say but she had been cut off by Zack.

"Get over it ya brat." Zack said, before he shouted, "YOUR GRAVES NOT HERE!!"

Before any of them could react, he took one swing and Rachel's grave shattered like glass. What remained of her tombstone fell to the floor as Kristen and Faith looked shocked by Zack's actions, while Rachel had looked to be the most affected by it, as her eyes seemed to have darkened even more.

Once more he tossed the pick axe away as he picked up his scythe. "Why!?" Faith said to him with a bit of anger in her voice, "Why did you do that!?"

"Like I said…" Zack replied with his back to her, "... She's allowed to die, only AFTER I get out of here."

Spitting to the side, he went back the way they came with Faith following behind him. Kristen looked over to Rachel as she looked hurt by what had just happened. She went over to her side, reaching out to her.

"Rachel?" She asked with a gentle voice, "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

Rachel stayed silent before she turned to follow Zack and Faith, disappearing into the hall ahead. Kristen's face had been written with concern as she looked back to what had been left of Rachel's tombstone. With a sigh, she soon went to catch up with the rest.