One of the doctors yelled at another. Natalie couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline. Shaking violently, she slowly started to slip out of her bonds. One of the doctors moved to hold her down, but then hesitated to do so. Natalie watched as all three of the doctors backed away in unison. She sat on the edge of the bed and the IV tubes from her arm and the mask from her face. She got to her feet and started to stumble towards them. Her breath hitched and her vision was blurry. She was vaguely aware by then that she was chuckling like a madman. But suddenly, she felt a searing pain in her chest. She gripped her chest in agony and dropped to her knees. She coughed up blood, fell prostrate o the floor, and blacked out.

* * * * * *

Natalie woke up slowly and groggily sometime later. She found herself back in bed, and a doctor sitting beside it.

“I’m so sorry, Natalie. Something went… horribly wrong.”

Natalie didn’t know why, but she felt a tremendous amount of hatred towards the doctor. He took notice of her disgust and looked away instinctively.

“You weren’t supposed to wake up while we were giving you the doses for your mental state,” the doctor continued. “We aren’t sure how it affected you, but we have a feeling we’re going to find out.” He paused for a moment before taking out a small mirror. The entire time, he looked away from her. “Regrettably, the medication impacted your appearance as well.”

Natalie looked at herself in the mirror, and her eyes widened.

Her eyes were completely green.

She noticed she still had the stitches in her mouth as well. But for some reason, she couldn’t help but feel… overjoyed.

Her heart rate began to rise again. She gave a low chuckle.

The doctor looked on in shock as Natalie quickly moved toward him, until she close enough for him to feel her breath.

“Doctor,” she began, still chuckling. He trembled slightly, and pressed a button on the underside of the monitor.

“Y-yes?” he stammered in reply.

“Your time is up.”

A loud scream was heard through the halls of the facility. Two security guards rushed into the room, kicking open the door.

Blood.

Blood was the first thing they saw. Blood on the walls, on the bed, on the floor. Even on the ceiling. Natalie had strapped the doctor to her bed. The bed was bent at a sharp angle, and the doctor’s spine was completely snapped. Blood poured from his eyes, nose, and mouth. And there, in the corner, was the murderer, happily drawing her gruesome pictures on the wall in blood, alongside the hastily-scrawled phrase, “Your time is up.”

Natalie slowly turned to look at the guards, and a wide crazy grin spread across her face.

“Hello, friends…W-would you… like to play?” And with that, Natalie began laughing uncontrollably. The guards quickly drew their guns, but before they could act, Natalie charged at one of them. One of the guards fired a round, but Natalie was able to dodge it. She grabbed a large knife from a sheath on his pocket and slashed it right across his waistline. Blood and organs flooded out, and he collapsed to the ground. She inhaled deeply, loving the damp stench of death. The remaining guard shook with fear and dropped his gun. She slowly walked up to him and placed the tip of the knife against his chest.

“Your time is up.” She slowly slid the knife down his chest, all the way to the end of his abdomen. His organs spilled out onto the floor and he collapsed, dead.

* * * * * *

Natalie’s mother had been sleeping soundly in her room...