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okay everyone, here's the second chapter... enjoy... and comment please.



The walls seem warped to Jordan’s eyes as he opens them after sleeping. They have bent and twisted out of any natural shape, and now spiral in no way any wall could in reality. Jordan closes his eyes and wills himself to wake up, but when he opens his eyes nothing has changed. He looks over to the door, and is surprised to see an empty frame. He unfurls himself from the floor and begin to walk to what he hopes will lead himself out of the dream.
Instead of into the welcome land of the awake it leads him into the hallway, just as twisted as his room. He looks both ways down the hallways, hoping for something to tell him which way to go. After standing at his door for several minutes he decides that he has to make the decision himself and begins to head to the left.
He walks the now twisted halls in hope of a way out of the institute. After making his decision to go left he begins to hope that something will tell him what to do next, and very shortly something does. Jordan is jolted from his mindless walking by the sound of someone screaming. He runs off in the direction of the sound, the piercing shrieks echoing in his head. He makes turn after twisted turn, the sound of the human in obvious agony growing ever louder, until when he thinks he can take no more the screams are abruptly cut off. Jordan pauses for only a second, shocked by the sudden silence, but he soon gathers himself together and continues his run down the halls.
It is only a couple minutes later that he finds himself at the entrance to a small dimly lit room. A single uncovered bulb hangs from the ceiling, illuminating only a small circle in the center of the room. It is by this light that Jordan is able to see a single metal chair. It reminds him of a chair that you might see at a dentist office, only much more frightening. There are straps across the back of it and on the arms, and attached to it is a strange machine with something that reminds Jordan of a drill. Unfortunately for the person sitting in the chair, the drill is on, though not moving towards the person.
Jordan runs up next to the chair and looks at the person. He is young, maybe in his late teens, and slumped down in the chair. Jordan gently pushes the person, and the head rolls off of his shoulders.
Jordan awakes with a start, sweat dripping down his body. He has no idea how long he’s been asleep, but he knows that it’s been a long time. He looks around and sees that he is still in his room, safe from strange chairs with headless patients. He shakes his head and turns to the door, about to ask if he can get some food, when he looks down at his hands. On them is blood, blood which came from the patient in his dream. Jordan stares at his hands for several seconds and then shrieks.

sorry about how short it is guys...