Not Just Another Number

Setting Up The Trap

"Faberge." Steve says suddenly.

"What?"

Steve points at his hair, almost in shame. "It's Faberge Organics." Oh yeah, his hair products. I giggle under my breath, shaking my head. "Use the shampoo and conditioner, and when your hair's damp, it's not wet okay? When it's damp." Steve informs Dustin.

Dustin's hanging on every word. He's nodding along, and I can just see him taking notes in his head. "Damp." He repeats.

"You do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray."

"Farrah Fawcett spray?" Dustin teases.

I watch them stop, so I try to walk a little closer to them, but the headache comes back with a vengence. I wince, biting into my lip so hard I can taste blood.

Instead of the normal stinging feeling, it just feels like my head is pulsing. It's like I can hear my heartbeat in my head, but magnifyed by 100.

There's also a ringing in my ears. The ringing is just so loud. The headache doubled with the ringing makes me feel like I'm about to pass out. Suddenly, I feel something wet drip out of my ears.

I gasp quietly. My vision blurs and tilts a little. I bring one shaky hand up to my ear. I feel something wet and warm on my fingers.

When I pull my hand back, two fingers are coated in crimson blood. I drop my bucket. "G-guys..." I mumble, shaking.

"Yeah Sarah?" I hear Steve say. I gulp as the world starts to spin. I hear them rush to me as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

My eyes flutter shut and I feel myself fall onto the floor. Wait, how am I still concious? I groan out in pain, flexing my hand. The ground feels different. Instead of the feeling of the tracks and dirt, the floor is completely smooth.

I feel the headache die completely. The ringing fades away. "Breathe Marissa, breathe." A man says. I push my shaky arms under my body, trying to push myself up. Marissa? Why another vision?

I grimace as my arms shake. I push my torso up, looking up around me. I'm in one of the rooms at the lab. Instead of it being abandoned lie it is now, it's full of people, mainly doctors.

On a bed in the center is Marissa, legs spread under a sheet. She's crying and screaming. Marissa's pregnant? That must've been what she was nervous to tell someone. I muster up all of my strength and push myself up fully. I slowly stand up, holding onto the table next to me.

"One more push!" One doctor yells at her. Her face turns red as she pushes. Suddenly, she's not the only one screaming. A shrill scream cuts through the room. A doctor takes a step back, holding a tiny baby.

It's a girl. I peer over at the doctors, but their back is to me. They're talking to other doctors, doing something to the baby. (I don't know what they do, please bare with me.)

"Give her back! Leave her alone! Give me my baby!" Marissa screams. She sounds completely terrified and heartbroken. She knows they're going to do something to the baby. I wish I could do something, but this is just a vision.

The baby's cries rival Marissa's, like they're competing to see who will be louder. I walk over to the doctors, peering over their shoulders so I can look at the baby. The baby's face is bright red along with her body.

The doctors are doing nothing but stare at her, not bothering to calm her down. Suddenly, there's a hissing sound. I take a step back, feeling my blood run cold. The metal table underneath the baby's starts to melt, making the baby sink a little. One of the doctors picks her up, wearing gloves.