There must be a name for the place where a person goes when they're neither asleep nor awake. Perhaps it's oblivion, but it can't be.
If she'd been in oblivion, she wouldn't be listening to every tiny sound, the clutter of laboratory apparatus as her two attackers work in silence is a bit unnnerving.
Her heart is thumping so loudly she's scared they might hear it if they don't start making some discriminate sound.

As she lays there, Scarlet hasn't the slightest idea what she's waiting for, or what she's going to do when it comes for that matter. But she knows she's getting out of here, no matter what. They're not going to give her the alleged forth dose, as it is, she doesn't even seem to have remembered anything. At least not to her knowledge. It's as if the room is rotating, yet it's her mind. And that's when it comes, her pinky twitches, once then twice. Scarlet has to fight the reflex to open her eyes. Have they seen it? Hopefully not. She's already sweating all over as she presses her palm into the beddings willing it not to twitch, and she can move it! Progress! This must be it, it's time. She thinks.

Scarlet slightly opens one of her eyes when there's a sound of a chair being dragged against the linoleum. They're getting up. Holy hell! What is she going to do? Think. She presses her mind for something, anything but no idea seems to come to mind. Isn't it funny that brains tend to forsake us when we need them most? Scarlet can now feel her whole body, she's sure if she decided to get up now, she can move. She wiggles her toes from inside her socks just to be sure. But what if she can't? What if they stop her? She's out numbered two to one. But time's running out too. She will never know if she doesn't try.

"It's time, come on Mandy," Matt says. Scarlet quickly pinches her eye shut. Then it dawns on her. The solution. Yes! She wants to scream out in joy. They're a few feet away, she can get to the table first.
Taking a deep breath, Scarlet exhales and opens her eyes. Thankfully, they didn't put her in those hideous hospital gowns. She's ready in her own clothes. They are about five steps away...

One, two, three ... Scarlet swings a leg off the bed and in a second she's on both feet.

"What the ... get it Mandy!" Matt yells as he realises what Scarlet is reaching for, Mandy leaps but she couldn't get to the table faster than her. She's calculated the distance and in a step she's at it. Scarlet picks up the two remaining syringes. One is transparent and the other is lilac. She needed two transparents as she's sure they're something along the lines of tranquilisers but this will do.

Matt is a few feet in front of her, facing the desktop while fiddling with the phone. Mandy, where has Mandy gone? Scarlet twirls around just in time to miss Mandy's aim of the syringe. She was trying to tranquilise her again. Scarlet grabs her hand, surprising herself with how much strength. She forces it to bend at the elbow, Mandy is trying to put up resistance but she's not as strong. Scarlet presses until the needle is now right in front of Mandy's eye. She's trembling, and that somehow would've given Scarlet some satisfaction if she didn't need to work quick before Matt turns around. Mandy's lips are quivering, eyes glistening.

"P-please," she stutters, no sign of the cold smile she was displaying for Scarlet earlier. "Please d- don't hurt me!"

"Mandy?" Matt growls. There's a thud and the phone is in pieces on the cold floor. Good, Scarlet thinks. "Ugh! You good for nothing woman!" He frustratedly tries to move over.

"Come a step closer and I'm putting it in her eye!" she barks.

"You don't know what you're doing Scarlet!" Matt says, but obediently holds his palms up and stops.

"I don't?" Scarlet asks. She has no time. She needs out of here with no hostages or chasers.

"You don't, put it down Scarlet," Matt switches to negotiator tone. "You could kill her. You don't want more blood on your hands, trust me."

What? Scarlet shudders and the hand holding Mandy's quivers slightly. What does he mean more blood? She's surprised, but not much. Was she expecting this? Had she known it all along? That does surprise her. He could be lying though, manipulating her conscience.

But she doesn't give herself more time to dwell on it. Scarlet swiftly slips the syringe out of Mandy's limp fingers and injects her in the bicep. There's a small squeal, a growl and a thump as Mandy lands in a disorganised heap on the ground. She'll be fine. Scarlet reassures herself. She hasn't killed her. She'll be okay.

In the few seconds of distraction, Matt has leapt on Scarlet's back. He grabs her shoulders and knees her in the spine. Scarlet cries out, more in surprise than pain, it does hurt but not that much. She straightens up quick and elbows him in the stomach, Matt groans, his hold on her loosening a bit but not completely. Scarlet twists in his arms so that they're face to face and uses her palms to double slap him on both cheeks.
Matt stumbles back a bit, he lets go and holds his flaming cheeks. There's a bit of blood coming out of his mouth, she kicks him in the side for good measure and he falls onto the desk top.

Scarlet thinks she's done here and turns to leave but all of a sudden he's on her back. "Hmmmphf!" Scarlet groans and her legs give. He weighs more than a sack of potatoes, they topple and fall to the ground. Matt's hand is suddenly in the air, holding another syringe and aiming at Scarlet's chest but she rolls her upper body to the side and Matt falls off of her. They both try to get up, only Matt doesn't, he pulls at Scarlet's ankle and she falls back down, her knees hitting the ground. She lets him pull her to himself and Matt doesn't realise what hits him ... and probably won't... until later. Hopefully.

They're not dead. Scarlet reminds herself as Matt too falls to the ground as soon as the transparent liquid is emptied into his ribcage.

Scarlet grabs two more syringes from beside the desktop and pockets them before putting her shoes on. She wants to look normal if she's going to get out of here alive. She thanks her stars when the door has already been unlocked, and attempts to step over the threshold but staggers. There are momentary flashes clouding her mind, blinding her. She's seeing a corridor, it's dark, like a very dark blue smoke, but it's passing by past, as if someone is running through it. Then it's gone. She takes a deep breath and this time walks out, locking the door behind her.

"Stop hallucinating!" she grits out. She's standing at the doorway, unknowing of where to go from here. She can't pass through the laboratory. No, she tells herself. You can't. But you're standing in a hallway. Yes she is, but she can't see past the third door to each of its sides. And her head is swaying. She closes her eyes and tries to concentrate on deciding which direction she should take.

There's a flash, there's a navy blue paint door, and a darker hallway. She's hallucinating again.

Scarlet opens her eyes and decides to just spontaneously take one of the dark halls, unknowing of where she's going, if she could just get out of this building, she could find a public phone as she left hers with Vic, and call Theo, the man who foresaw her current situation. Not really, but he did warn her.

And she should have listened. She did hear that discussion Theo had with Victor! There was something fishy! But of course, it isn't Scarlet Greene if she doesn't act like it never happened.

She's blindly trotting through the hall, her legs her wobbly and she feels dizzy. But at least there haven't been any alarms or chasers yet. As soon as the thought crosses her mind, there's footsteps ahead of her. Oh no! Now that she's in it, the hallway darkness isn't the same like back there, it's dark but she can make out silhouettes of doors.

Doors she wants to open so she can hide before she's seen but they're locked and have no handles for that matter.

Joy!

The footsteps are growing louder by the second, Scarlet is growing more and more panicky. They can't see her or she's dead, she pushes at the next door but it's locked, then another and three more. How many doors are there? And how come there's not even one goddamn open one? "Oh come on!" Scarlet cries out, her whisper slicing through the darkness like a hiss, and the footsteps must be about ten feet away, and the hallway is narrow. This is it. Her legs are shaking terribly, she feels weak. It's laughable that she thought she could run out of this place without getting captured.

Just as she's about to give herself up, there's a clamp on her arm, a jolt in her glenohumeral joint, and she's not in the hallway anymore. She wants to scream out, in agony, and at the fact that something has pulled her out of the hallway into a room.

Talk about jumping from the pan into the fire.

A palm is covering her mouth to prevent any of her screams from coming out. Okay then, the something is clearly human. Her nostrils are filled with a scent, a very familiar peppermint mixed with strawberry scent, but she's distracted by the carefully silent locking of a door and a flimsy light above hers and another head.

"Theo?" she breathes.

"Scarlet?" Theo's voice is a deep whispered growl. "You stupid woman! What did I tell you?" Theo's free hand reaches out for her cheek and he makes a soft but hasty trail down to her neck- as if searching for some invisible wounds. He momentarily closes his eyes, Scarlet is too dumbstruck to say a thing. He breathes a great sigh of relief and then his lips are on hers.

Scarlet's taken by surprise but recovers just in time to feel her entire body imploding. The panic she was feeling literal seconds ago disappears, replaced by a deliciously burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. She wraps her arms around his neck, and travels them up into his hair. She tugs at it, Theo clumsily drops the little lamp that was illuminating them and grabs her by the waist. The dizziness Scarlet felt earlier from the medicine is now replaced by a sudden urge, a longing for a certain blue grey eyed man.

"I loved your long hair," Theo breathes against her lips, his hands in her cropped hair.

"Hmmm," says Scarlet.

"I absolutely love your hair." His words are barely coherent, or maybe it's just her mind. Scarlet hums again, pushing him more into herself. She's a mess, a desperate mess.

They're in the dark now, they're on enemy grounds but she doesn't care. In fact, Scarlet finds that she would do anything to freeze in time, right here, her lips locked with Theo's. There are so many things, so many questions she should be asking him and herself right now but Scarlet can't seem to trace any of them in the moment, neither does she want to.

She just wants to lose herself in this man, the man that lied to her, the man that's so open with her yet still has so many secrets, the man that warned her but still followed her into danger because she was too headstrong to listen, the man whose lips fit perfectly with hers. And- it hits her like an epiphany -the man she's liked since the first time she woke up to those eyes: the most beautiful grey eyes with the faintest shade of blue she'd ever seen.