The sound of rushing and chatty models lowered as i walked silently through the hospital. The floors were white tile, spread like a huge bleached checkerboard across the floor. The walls were in a deep aqua, trimmed in green, as if the Pacific ocean had colored it. The lights were dim and made close to no shadow from their value. The roof was mainly the usual material as a hospital, but it was also stained deep blue-green.

There was so much green for a sick house i felt worse for wearing the necklace, though i wasn't going to risk taking it off, so i continued to walk. The lights began to thin and fade as i strolled down what i guessed was the main hall, since it went on forever. I continued to tread until i could only see the outline of my arms, then stopped. After a moment's thought about light, the crystal glowed, illuminating my walking area, so i forged on.

After a while i realized that not many people must come down this area, since it would have been pitch black if it weren't for my crystal. I started talking to Zaanne, or myself, I'd never know.

So how far do you think this goes? i asked.

How should i know, he responded, dark on both sides now I noticed from a glance behind me that i was now surrounded by black, only a small speck of light in the end we came from, which scared me more than it should have. Being in the dark was bad enough. Being in the dark flanked in a hospital of weird Barbie "creepy hospital" edition impersonators wasn't much better. Without my human friends, i didn't feel safe at all, but like an idiot i kept walking.

why does it go on so far? i asked myself.

That's when Morgan freeman came back on. It's a continuous hall, made to trap you into the darkest area, which would be the place with no light, but since you are giving off light, you will stay at the farthest edge of the hall lights.

It took maybe five seconds to understand him. "Oh. Thanks Morgan, anything else you'd like to inform?"

Yes actually, there is a being approaching from behind that has the same essence as one from the my previous users. that got Zaanne and my attention like lightning. We whirled around to be about twenty from Clarrisa. Her eyes flashed brilliantly in the light of the crystal.

I swore that she wasn't there before as she hop-skiped closer, bugging my eyes and modesty too much to keep focus of her "Uhh, hello. Are we not supposed to be here? My, ah, friend said this area is doing some kind of magic, so i wanted to check it out."

but i just said that, Morgan said,after you fell in the trap.

Gee, thanks Zaanne scolded ,couldn't have warned us earlier if it were a trap? Speaking of traps look what we have here.

She pursed her lips and leaned forward to keep my height, which made Zaanne shut up from his random perverted jokes. "Poor kid, not understanding how the ship works is bad for you. This ship has the ability to detect magic, aura, B.V. matter, or what you call 'bad vibes', and far more substances that you'll never even imagine, and that's just a small perk to it. It's power is far too much for a simple species like a human. Give us the crystal, Zaanne, and we won't kill you just yet."

I didn't get how telling me the power in it would convince me to give it to the bad guy. I stood back, but the light behind her didnt move, so i felt like i was moonwalking without the actual moving part. "Aww, but I'm starting to like it on me, it's a fun rock to talk to, plus it's fashion sence is marvelous!"

That didn't seen to be the right choice of words in her opinion. She stood straight up, smiling coldly, "it can also tear your body to bits and cast you to whatever your brain fears most."

"Well good thing i fear cake and pizza, that'd be the worst!" I chuckled nervously. I wasn't certain that my sarcasm was making anything better, but she/he/whatever it is was stalled. I needed time to think of a way to get out.

"Shame, i thought this form would sway you, but i guess we'll have to use more... displeasuring methods." Her eyes shone brighter than ever. She held her hand out slowly, letting the green fire appear and dance across her palm to her fingers. A neon green flame that swirled like a magic orb set ablaze in her hand, floating a centimeter in front of it before she thrust out her palm. the fireball shot like a rocket at me, the temperature increasing as it got closer.

I dove to the side as the flare whizzed past my ear. Standing back, Clarrisa came closer, setting ablaze both of her hands and a chillingly calm smile across her face. "You have nowhere to go, Zaanne, the hall is too dark, you're stuck there." So much for my much needed thinking time.

Luckily that little voice in my head decided to be helpful. Well i might be one for the offensive but i do have an idea. Zaanne chimed, The hall is magically made to keep you from the end, right?

I dodged another fireball by a few inches, thankfull i wasn't wearing a shirt that would set me off like a torch. "Go on."

Well, that means that there IS an end, we just need a light at that end. i matrixed another death ball and fell unbalanced on my back. With the magic energy i had forgotten that i was clumsy. That'll give us the exit, so we just need her to shoot the fireballs to the exit!

As i hit the ground, i could see a few things that had caught on fire. If what Zaanne had said was true, we still had a chance. The only problem now was that i was on the floor, Clarrisa looming over me. Her hands illuminated the room around us like a wicked torch,

No more words were needed. She put her hand straight down and smiled wide. Then the ship glowed intensly bright on my chest.

You need fire, I heard Morgan say

"Then give me fire!" I held my hands out to try and keep her finishing shot from my face, shutting my eyes tightly and waiting for the worst.

That never came, all i heard was flame whooshing wildly and an enraged shout. When i opened my eyes, Clarrisa was ten feet away, sprawled on the floor with smoke curling off her chest. My hands were now burning brightly like hers had, though all i felt was that soft warm feeling, just like when i was in flames in the bed.

I stood, still trying to apprehend what i just did. Either i had shot fire or made something explode, most likely both on the alien, who rose angrily, sputtering curses at me silently. She wasn't burnt, but her clothes couldn't say the same. She looked like Frankenstein's monster's college mate, after getting struck by lightning.

"You're not supposed to hit girls you know!" She hollered.

"Yeah, but you're not a girl, you're a threat." I rose my hand, the flames glowing brighter. "Zaanne, should we fight or flee?"

You know my answer Zaanne said, kick it's ass!

"Flee it is!" I extended both arms out of each side of the hall, imagining the fires becoming balls like the ones she shot at me. Immediately, both hands went off like rockets, shooting one ball o' death out of each palm. The one to my right hit the roof a few feet in front of Clarrisa, toppling it's turquoise structure down on her. The other ball wiffled into the darkness, flashing and setting ablaze everything in the room, combusting a hundred yards away on a large pair of steel double doors.

Before the fire could spread and set the whole room up, i tore down the hall, the debris pile exploding behind me with an inhumane wail. "GET BACK HERE!!!" Yelled a not so feminine voice from afar. I disobeyed and barreled through the doors.

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Sunlight blinded me for a few seconds before my eyes could readjust. We were next to the highway that led to my school, on the side exit of a hospital that wasn't there before. The area WAS reserved to be a Baylor hospital, but i was sure the date of opening wasn't for another year or two.

"Morgan, can you tell me what day it is?"

Tuesday. February twelth, 2013, valentines day is on Wednesday.

"Oddly specific. Why is the hospital already made?" The building was all stone on the outside, hundreds of windows lining every wall like a typical hospital. There were no signs of construction, and the parking lot was empty besides my moms white van and Jacob's dad's Mustang. Besides that it was clear, despite the hundreds of nurses.

It's a copy of another hospital, created to keep you stuck in there.

"Wait, so now my friends and family are in there with psycho aliens dressed like hot nurses?!" Nobody was around at the moment so i didn't feel too stupid for talking to myself.

"they're still in the hospital, being held captive by the other alien." Said the crystal. At some point the ship started projecting his voice from the necklace. "I suggest reclaiming them before they steal any information from your loved ones."

I started to plan immediately. I inspected the walls that towered maybe ten stories high. I saw the sun in the sky. With another question i got that it was 4:40 P.M., school should have ended a few hours ago. The doors had pulled themselves closed and seemed to magically lock, but i felt that if we didn't start moving, Clarrisa, or whatever the creep decides to turn into, would love to meet us again.

I didn't like that idea.

"Mr. Ship, it said you could detect magic and abunch of other things, can you, like, scan the building and tell me what you find?"

The crystal on my chest glowed brilliantly again, and my vision went black. I panicked until things started to glow. The building became visible, but half transparent like a hologram. Inside there were little color coded people. There was two green people, one of which was struggling to get stuff off of it, the other about six stories high, leaned over what looked like a table.

There were halls of purple including the one i exited and a lot of the back halls, so i assumed that every exit had some sort of magicall trap set into it.

Threre was a cluster of blue glowing people that the attentive green one was standing next to. I guessed that the green ones were the aliens and the blue were basic humans. There were white/grey people everywhere, which i figured were the other nurses. "This must be aura. Zaanne, plan?"

Well, from the angle of the sun and the temperature of the air, i implore we kick ass until you find the damned humans. it seemed legitimate for Zaanne's style, though his plans ended in me getting beaten a lot of the time. Then again, his last plan turned out better than expected. I could now shoot fire, so i did have offencive means to defend myself.

"Ship, are the other nurses of any danger?"

"Actually, they aren't real, more of a physical illusion made by these aliens. They'll still attack if threatened, but no harm if you hurt them."

"Hey, if you were their ship before, why do you call them alien?"

"They don't have a species, they were made from the same DNA of the
grey matter in your brain. So if you want, i guess they'd be called Gray People."

Then why are they green instead of gray? Zaanne asked.

"Is the brain gray?" Ship answered sarcastically.

Is it? I never considered ripping someone's skull open and finding out. Is the brain green?

I let them discuss body color as i ran to the front door, routing my rescue mission. My vision had returned, but mixed with the other so i could see exactly where we were and the safest path to take.

My plan was simple enough: sneak through the safer areas, only using force on parts required. Save my family from an alien that i barely knew about, get everyone out and find a way to stop the grey people from killing off anyone, especially me. Compared to the plan that blew me up a few hours ago, this seemed well fitting to a usual Monday.

I spoke up. "Well if we're gonna be doing this, i should wear something abit warmer than school pants, don't you think?" I said, feeling a breath of winter air hit. Truthfully i loved the cold, it was a blessing in the southern states, but i also liked the thought of shooting fire without having a fever, which I'll inevitably get halfway through the rescue mission with my luck.

Zaanne seemed to like the idea. I could feel his excitement increasing. ~Actually i thought of a sweet outfit to match the crystal while you were unconceous, think you can make it for me Ship?~

Yes yes, i saw your designs in our meetup. I'll see what we can make. As he finished his sentence, clothes started forming about my body. Pacific green threads intertwined with more threads and eventually formed into a fine green tee, which shone a very faint blue or yellow in different shades of light. It was so light and comfy that i barely felt it around my body, which i was greatful for.

Over the shirt came a hoodie, which came in a more flashy style. Flames shot back up my arms, changing to cloth and forming the sleeves from my wrists to my shoulders. The same thing went up my back, fully creating the unzipped body. It finished with creating a hood that veiled over my eyes, though i could still see through it. The school pants changed into shaggy black jeans, having deep green stitching. The crystal blazed with light, glowing the front of my body and edging me onward.

Now that my body was mainly covered, i felt a surge of magic tread through my arms, and with a pull back of my new sleeves, i watched the cybernetic lines reform across my arms and stopping at my wrist, symboling the otherworldly energy coursing through my veins.

I gaped at the new look, smiling with delight. "Zaanne, you're awesome." Was all i could say, until i remembered to joke about it, "You and Rarity should start a clothing design line! It'd last forever!"

One, I know I am. Two, screw that, Rarity's too strict, now let's get to it! And on that command, my hands lit up and i opened the doors to the sadistic aliens' hospital.

Author's Notes:

I'll change ~these~ to italics when i can. tada!