~WARNING: GRAPHIC SEXUAL ASSAULT AHEAD. SKIP ITALICS IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO READ~

"You have to become a monster so that you didn't become the victim of one instead" - Unknown

"Felicia, let's go!" said Jess. She was wearing a skin-tight leopard print dress with red stilettos and her makeup was all done up. I looked down at my Empire State University crewneck and jeans and sighed.

"Fine, fine, I'm ready," I said, locking the door behind us. We walked across campus from the freshman dorms to one of the frat houses; sigma phi delta or some shit. Jess shivered in her strapless dress, wrapping her arms around her thin body.

"Now remember, it's beer before liquor-," she started saying.

"Never been sicker. Liquor before beer, you're in the clear. Yeah, I know, Jess," I finished. She was always so worried about me drinking, but she needn't be. I found out my alcohol limits before I turned fifteen.

We arrived at the house and found a long line of people waiting outside. Thumping music could be heard from the end of the driveway and people staggered out of the house, laughing and singing. Jess walked up the driveway, past all the people in line and went up to the bouncer, who was just one of the frat guys.

"We're Kyle Mormont's guests," she said.

"What's the password?" the bouncer asked. Jess giggled and whispered in his ear. A grin spread across his face and he looked at Jess like a piece of meat. "You two may enter. Have fun, ladies," he said, smirking. Wristbands of different colors were laid out in a neat array on a table. Another frat boy greeted us.

"Blue is for 'single', red is for 'taken', orange is for 'it's negotiable', pink is for 'I want to hook up', and green is for 'just want to talk'. Pick one, please," he instructed. Jess picked up a pink wristband and winked at the frat boy. I picked a blue one and walked with Jess into the party.

People were dancing, holding their red cups in the air as if saluting to some invisible god. There was a bar in the corner where two more frat guys were bartending. Jess grabbed my hand and dragged me over.

"We'd like two shots of vodka, each," she said breathily. The boys set out four shot glasses and filled them with the clear liquid. Jess picked one up for her and handed one to me. "Here's to our first frat party. May we never remember it!" she cried, quickly swallowing the vodka. I tipped my glass back and did the same. My throat burned like someone had poured fire down it. I shivered in delight. We drank our last shot and headed to the dance floor.

Jess pulled me against her so that I was grinding on her to the music. Not one minute later, two guys walked up and asked us to dance. Jess went with the tall blonde, which left me with the tall brunette.

He looked like the stereotypical frat guy; broad shoulders, polo shirt, deep tan, and a 'devil may care' grin. I noticed he was wearing a blue wristband too.

"I'm Matt," he said, extending a hand for me to shake.

"Felicia," I said, shaking his hand.

"Let's dance!" he yelled, over the loud music. Matt grabbed my hand and pulled my back against his front. We danced together for several songs and I could begin to feel his erection against my back. After the last song finished, I excused myself to go get some water. Matt came with me and offered to get us some. I smiled in appreciation and waited patiently, leaning against the kitchen counter. I happened to see Jess locking lips with her blonde frat boy. I shook my head.

"Sorry that took so long, there was some drunk guy puking at the bar, so I had to go to the bathroom to fill our cups," he said, handing me one. I greedily drank the water, relishing the cold.

"Is there somewhere I can put my sweatshirt? It's really hot in here," I said, leaning up to his ear so I wouldn't have to yell.

"Yeah, upstairs. Follow me." Matt led me up the stairs, passing two drunken couples on the way. He rounded the corner and opened a door to a bedroom where everyone else's coats were set out on the bed. I tugged off my sweatshirt and draped it over the headboard so it wouldn't get lost amongst the other clothes. We went back downstairs and I felt so much better in my tank top. Matt and I danced for a couple songs when I started to feel the vodka hit me.

My vision swam and I latched onto Matt's arm to keep myself from falling.

"Whoa, you ok?" he asked, concern written on his face.

"Yeah, I just need some fresh air." My words were slurred together. This had never happened to me before. I only took two shots…

"C'mon, let's go outside, get you some air," said Matt, holding onto me so I wouldn't fall. His arm was wrapped around me comfortingly as we made our way out the front door, making our way past the people and to the side of the house. It was significantly quieter out here and it made my head throb less. I leaned up against the wall and closed my eyes, taking deep breaths.

"Thanks, Matt," I mumbled.

"It's no problem, are you sure you're ok?" he asked when I almost fell over. My breathing was not slowing down, but speeding up. I felt my cheeks get warmer when I realized how close he was to me. My eyes fluttered open and found his baby blues. His pupils were dilated, a sure sign of arousal. I grabbed his biceps and pulled him closer to me, our chests touching.

"I want you to kiss me," I breathed. Matt responded by touching his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt his hands on my waist. The kiss was gentle and sweet. It was perfect. However, perfect things never last.

His hands, once comforting, began wandering down to my ass and squeezed roughly. His mouth began to violently attack mine. I was confused by this change of pace. I broke away and tried to talk but his lips covered mine again. My hands pushed at his chest but I was too weak to push him away. Matt held me to him in an iron grip.

"N-no," I gasped, breaking way from his lips.

"Yes," he growled, his lips going back to mine again. I bit his bottom lip and he jerked away from me. "Oh, so you want it rough? Why didn't you just say?" He picked me up and shoved me against the side of the house. My head smacked against the wall, making me see stars. I weakly pushed against him again, another attempt at escaping. Matt's lips moved to my neck, biting and sucking.

"No," I whispered. "Stop, please." Matt didn't acknowledge me. I brought my arm up in a sluggish movement and tried to push his face away from me.

"What the hell?" he spat. "Didn't you just say that you wanted me to kiss you?"

"I want to leave," I pleaded, blinking several times to keep my vision clear. Matt shook his head.

"No. We are going to finish what you started," he said, pulling down the straps of my tank top. I struggled against him.

"No!" I cried, my voice getting louder. I made a move to scream but Matt's hand covered my mouth.

"No, you are not fucking screaming. You wanted this. You want this. I know you do." I bit his hand and he dropped me, swearing loudly. I started to crawl away from him, as my legs didn't seem to be working. Matt grabbed a handful of my platinum hair and yanked me up. I cried out, tears pricking my eyes.

"Please, you're hurting me," I moaned, tears rolling down my cheeks. Matt rolled me over and hovered over me. His hands wandered down my body, starting to unbutton my jeans. "No, please, stop." I began sobbing when I felt the absence of my jeans. Matt's hand cupped my panties and began to tug those off too when I heard someone shout.

Matt was suddenly gone and I heard a scuffle off to my right. I was too relieved to care that I was laying in the grass, clad in only a tank top and my underwear, tears streaming down my face. I heard more shouting and a mess of blonde hair entered my field of vision.

"Hey, it's gonna be ok. He's gone now, you're safe," he said. The light cast a golden glow around him, giving him the appearance of a halo. An angel had arrived to save me. "Oh, shit, here, you've got to be freezing." The angel took off his coat and helped me into it. It was warm and smelled like good cologne. "Can you walk?" I shook my head 'no'. The angel gingerly put an arm underneath my knees and around my shoulders, slowly lifting me off the ground. My head was cradled in the curve of his neck. I could feel his thumb rubbing my shoulder reassuringly. I looked up at the angel's face and he looked down at me. "I'm Ryan. I'm going to protect you. You're safe now."

Too bad the angel lied.

I opened my eyes to a white ceiling. The all-too-familiar smell that accompanies a hospital burned my nose. I tried to sit up but was stopped by straps tied to my wrists and ankles. Panic began to flood my system and I heard a heart monitor beep rapidly beside me. The door opened and a nurse dressed in gray scrubs walked in, checked my chart and walked out without so much as one look at me. I was bewildered.

"What the hell?" I whispered, looking around me. The room didn't look like an ordinary hospital room. The walls were painted white to match the white floor and white furniture. The only source of light in the room was the window, which had white bars over it. I peered down at myself. I was wearing light pink scrubs and had an IV sticking out of my hand. Very carefully, I started to maneuver my other hand out of the strap. Luckily, I had been sweating earlier due to my nightmare and my hand slipped right out. I pulled the IV out of my hand and unlocked the strap.

After undoing the straps around my ankles, I crawled out of the bed and went to the window. The room overlooked a pentagonal courtyard where I saw people wearing blue or pink scrubs milling around. Experimentally, I tugged on the bars covering the window. They didn't budge. I knew that I had to stay calm or I would have gone into a panic attack, which would have gotten me nowhere. I took calming breaths and tried to think of a way out when the door behind me opened.

"Ah, Felicia, I vas vondering ven you vould vake up," a heavily German accented voice said. I whipped around and saw a short man with messy hair and big glasses enter the room. He was wearing an expensive suit and a lab coat. "How are you?"

"Where am I?" I asked, taking a step back from him.

"You are in ze Ravencroft Institute," the man replied. "I am Doctor Kafka."

"Why am I here?"

"You might vant to sit down for zis, Felicia," said Kafka. I stayed stock-still. My heart started to go into overdrive.

"I'd rather stand, thanks."

"Suit yourself." He sat down on the bed and folded his hands together. "After ze attack on ze city by Doctor Connors, about tventy people suffered from his serum. Ze lizard von, ya?" I nodded. "Even zough Spider Man saved ze city and counteracted ze effects of ze serum, some vere long-lasting."

"What effects?" I interjected, crossing my arms. I didn't like where this was going.

"Some of ze people affected suffered from psychosis- a break from reality," he explained. "You vere von of zose people." My heart began to beat even faster.

"Ok, and I'm all better, right? All healed?"

"Oh, ya, definitely. Ze procedures helped." My heart stopped.

"Procedures?" I whispered. I felt the blood drain from my face, the blood in my veins turned to ice.

"Vile you vere unconscious, I conducted some experiments. All vere successful and treated your psychosis."

"What the fuck did you do to me?" I snarled, glaring at the doctor.

"Oh, nozing major. I just adjusted your body chemistry and some of your hormones to offset ze symptoms from ze serum. I vas vaiting until you voke up to see ze results." He looked quite pleased with himself. My breathing was uncontrollable. I saw red. I whirled around and punched the wall. I was expecting pain but there was nothing but a slight tingle. I looked at the wall and saw a hole the size of my fist.

"What did you do?!" I cried. Tears sprang to my eyes and I sank to the floor, covering my face.

"As I haff explained, Felicia, I adjusted your body chemistry and hormone levels. Zis balanced ze lizard serum so you vill no longer suffer from ze psychosis. As a plus, I now know you received some abnormal strength levels, but zat is all I know. I vould like to continue to my observations now zat you are fully conscious. Ve vill continue tomorrow. I vill haff a nurse escort you to ze lab and ve vill run some tests. Haff a good day, Felicia." And with that, he left the room, locking the door after him.

I sat huddled in the corner for quite some time because when I decided to get up, the sun had all but disappeared from my room, turning on the automatic lights. A tiny cat flap in my door opened and a tray of food was shoved through. Suddenly ravenous, I snatched the tray and shoveled the food into my mouth. I didn't care that it was boxed mashed potatoes or canned green beans or mystery meat. I ate all of it and put the tray back through the cat flap.

There was a small bathroom attached to my room, leading me to believe that I was in the low-security area of the hospital. I stepped inside and turned on the light. The reflection in the mirror made me choke out a scream.

My hair was no longer platinum blonde, but black as a raven's wings. It hung down to my waist, frazzled and damaged. I ran my fingers through it and my nail snagged on something. I pulled it out. It was a green scale, not unlike one you would find on a lizard. The serum must have changed my hair color; it's the only explanation.

Next, I turned my attention towards my complexion. It was yellowed and sallow; my cheeks were hollowed out and I looked skeletal. How long had I been there? Days? Weeks? Months? Before the attack on the city, I was all soft curves and full cheeks. Now, I was angular and bony.

No longer wishing to see my hideous face, I rid myself of the pink scrubs and stepped into the shower stall. The only water temperatures were freezing or fire. I chose the cold and quickly washed myself, feeling better than I had since I had woken up in hell.

There was no towel, so I redressed in the pink scrubs and tried to dry my hair as best as I could with the sheets. I returned to the bathroom to brush my teeth and was revolted by my reflection. My black hair made me look like some sort of demon. The sight of it repulsed me. Sudden anger flooded my system and I couldn't control the fist that shot out and broke the mirror. It shattered and shards of the mirror fell to the floor. My knuckles bled but I didn't care. I just didn't want to see that thing in the mirror anymore.

I sat in the bed, staring blankly ahead of me, wishing, hoping, praying, that this was all a dream. But, knowing my luck, I was stuck in the horror more commonly known as reality.

A/N: Hey! So, as you've all read, this story is not 100% cannon where Felicia is involved. Yes, I do know that her hair turns platinum instead of black. Yes, I do know that she ends up in Beloit and not Ravencroft. However, this is my story and it all will come together, I promise. I just hope you all stick around to find out(:

Much love,

CraftyK13