"Syrus..."

The air was dark and thick, like new asphalt being spread onto a road. He couldn't see who or what was calling his name. All he knew was that he didn't like it.

"Syrus, please... I won't hurt you..."

The voice was very soft and sweet, definitely feminine, and almost seem to live on it's own. But there was something behind it, or so it seemed. Something mechanical , cold, unfeeling. Slowly and deliberately the thing came out of the darkness, revealing itself to be a youngish woman. She was very pale and sweet looking, and yet there was something about her, as though the darkness around her was an inkling darker than the rest of it. And then he saw her eyes; two cold, black buttons devoid of any kind of soul. "Whatever you do," came a small voice, " don't let her near your eyes. If she takes your eyes, it's all over for you, young sir."

Until now, whatever it was had it's hands hidden behind it's back. Holding them up, she now revealed two smaller black buttons, a needle, and thread. The thing stepped closer, and as it did, Syrus continued to step back until he hit what seemed to be a wall. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. She stepped closer and extended a spider like hand to his face. "Now let's see how well these buttons fit you..."