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"Computer, authorisation code Theta Hylan X-ray, one,one, three,eight."

"Authorisation confirmed, awaiting input..."

"Begin security run-amuck, code-name 'trust no one'"

"Working, run-amuck in effect, program termination only on voice override for clearence level six and above..."

It was Halloween night. The air was cold and crisp, and was filled with the smell of decay. Few clouds hung in the sky, and the full moon was allowed to shine bright. Its glow provides many a trick-or-treater enough light to travel from house to house without a flashlight. Our attention shifts from the peaceful suburbs to an abandoned carnival, where a young red-headed woman franticly runs for her life.

Sarah walked quickly home to her apartment from her college, glancing over her shoulder, making sure she wasn’t being followed by Sophia and her little gang of sluts. Sarah was worried a bit more than usual, because she had had a bad day, and Sophia had been on the receiving end of her accidents. Just 5 minutes after she got to school, she had accidentally tripped in the hallway, spilling her soda all over Sophia’s new outfit, soaking her. Sarah quickly apologized, as Sophia had a huge cruel streak and was a queen sized bitch, and a vengeful one at that.

Shawn had awoken over six hours ago; enough time that she might have reconciled herself to the present circumstances. Not a chance. Rattling the ancient rolled iron cuffs that held her hands together, suspended nearly arm length above her head by the equally elderly chain that ran up the rock hewn wall, she growled softly at the back of her throat while her mind frantically ran over the events of the last few days.