**Trigger warning**
Also want to thank Elanabear09 for this chapter idea**

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Ronin asked, he folded his arms looking at her concerned.

"Yes. It's fine. It's a simulation right? Not like the cranks or WICKED soldiers are real. Come on...I need to blow off steam! And shooting holographic simulations is better than breaking noses. Again." Alex pleaded.

"Fine." Ronin relented, throwing his hands in the air.

Alex smiled up at him. "Thank you."

He nodded skeptily at her.

"I'll be fine! I'll type it in and just blow off some steam and then I'll close it up." Alex insisted. "It's not like your using it today! It's a day off!"

Ronin turned on his heel and stomped off. Alex watched him for a second with a small smile. She shook her head and turned back to the key pad. She pushed a few buttons hastily on the key pad, she wasn't paying too much attention. The simation was ready and she hit the countdown.

Alex opened the door and went inside. She heard the lock click.

"Wait..why is it locking? Shuck I must have clicked the wrong button!" She muttered to herself.

The clink of the lock means it would only unlock when the simulation was over and she beat it. The noise from outside shut off. The room went dark and changed into a dark dank underground tunnel.

"The shuck? This is new!" Alex whispered to herself.

Alex spun around, looking around. The walls were brick, and damp, the ground was wet, it even smelt musty and old and something rotting. The hair on Alex's neck stood up. Alex took out a knife from her thigh holster. She took a cautious step forward.

"This is definitely not what I typed in..." She whispered again, her eyes sweeping the tunnle.

Alex knew something was off. She didn't know what, but something was wrong. She could feel the knot of anxiety in her chest. This was exactly like the tunnels in The Underneath. There was no way she would make an Underneath simulation. Something was very wrong and she was trapped inside.

She took another step when there was a small smashing noise and a tinkling of glass. Alex jumped a mile high and spun around. Her eyes wild in fear.

"No! No no no. This can't be happening!" She whimpered, panic flaired through her body. Her hands went numb, her mouth felt dry and her heart slammed against her ribs.

There was another tinkling of glass followed by footsteps. Then the disembodied voice cackling, the same one that haunted her nightmares, it was loud in her ear. Alex screamed and spun around.

Standing right behind her was the noseless crank. Most of his teeth where missing and his eye was missing, leaving a bloody gummy whole. His nose was missing, Alex could see the bones and muscles to his nasal passage. He was as gruesome as ever. He was cackling sinisterly.

"Hello pretty nose!" He whispered, black phlem trickled from his mouth.

Alex screamed.

She ducked under his wild flaling arm.

"Where is the other noses? The little pretty nose? I want your noses!" He cackled.

"Shuck! Chloe?!" Alex screamed, she spun around trying to find her.

"CHLOE?!" Alex screamed.

The crank lunged forward, knocking Alex onto her side. Alex scrambled away. Grabbing her knife she slashed it at his face, making him howel. Blood splattering everywhere. He snarled at her and jumped with inhuman speed, he pinned her down and bit her. Alex screamed, trying to push him off.

The crank screamed at her, but stopped mid scream and looked at something.

"Hello pretty little nose." He cackled, smiling a bloody gummy smile.

He pushed off Alex and lunged with a wild scream at something in the corner. There was a small terrified cry. Alex rolled over and tried to get to her feet as fast as she could. Chloe had just scrambled out from under the table. The crank had trapped Chloe in the corner.

"Alex! Help!" She screamed, tears ran down her face.

The crank screamed in glee. Alex ran at the crank just at the Crank slammed into Chloe. Teeth and claws ripping her apart. Chloe's terrified scream was cut off, and she slid to the ground, leaving a blood streak on the wall. Chloe crumpled into a heap and didn't get up. Her eyes went dull, all the happy childhood life leaving her beautiful chocolate eyes.

The crank had ripped her throat out with his teeth. He stood up and turned towards Alex now. Blood all over his mouth, dripping down his chin onto his dirty shirt. He shreaked at her and lunged. Alex ducked and the crank flew over her. Alex spun around and with a feral scream leapt onto the crank with her knife. She didn't stop until there was no distinguishable identification that he used to be human.

Alex was sobbing and breathing with hard.

"Chloe!" Alex screamed, scrambled over to the crumpled heap of a little girl. Alex grabbed the girl's shoulders, shaking her.

"CHLOE! PLEASE! CHLOE! WAKE UP! NO!" Alex sobbed.

She tried to stop the bleeding, but the blood poured out of her ripped open neck.

"CHLOE! PLEASE! PLEASE CHLOE! WAKE UP!" Alex screamed.

Alex was now covered in blood. Alex placed her head onto Chloe's bloody lifeless chest and sobbed.

"It's just like Chuck! Please Chloe! I promised! Wake up!" Alex sobbed uncontrollably over the little girls lifeless body.

"You killed her!" A voice snarled. Alex sat up and scrambled away.

"I trusted you to keep her safe! But you killed her!" The voice hissed again.

It was Zach. Zach's voice accused her.

Alex scrambled to her feet and she backed away from the bodiless voice.

The dark damp tunnel of the Underneath disappeared. Alex turned in a circle, confused and scared. She was standing on a bridge, a few dead WICKED Soilders scattered the ground. Alex blinked in confusion. Trying to wipe the tears away and get her heavy breathing under control. There was a big armoured tarp covered truck in front of her.

"This...this is the Right Arm truck we busted...why..why is it here?" She whispered.

She was still looking around. Tears still sliding down her cheeks. Alex looked around. There was something wrong. Brenda and Kenzie weren't around. Alex herd a small squeak. She spun towards the truck. With a shaking hand, and her heart beating wildly, blocking out all other noise, she reached out and grabbed the tarp. She took a deep shaking breath and pulled the cover back.

Inside the truck was a lone WICKED Soilder. He had a knife to Raegan's throat.

"Come any closer and I'll kill her. Like I killed the others!" He hissed.

Alex glanced around, the truck was full of kids, but they all had bullet holes in them, they lay dead where they sat, bound and gaged.

Alex's eyes snapped back to the soilder.

"Ray? You okay baby girl?" Alex whispered. He voice hardly distinguishable, her throat and mouth were so dry.

The guard held the knife a little closer, making her squeak and a tear slid down her little face.

"No!" Alex cried, reaching out.

"Mama!" She cried.

The guard didn't stop and he slit her little throat.

"NO! RAEGAN!" Alex screamed. It was a loud gut wrenching heart breaking scream.

"No! Not you too! I can't lose you!"

Alex leapt up onto the truck platform, and held Raegan, trying to stop the bleeding. But the blood kept pouring out. Raegan sputtered and shook violently as she choked and bled to death in Alex's arms.

Alex screamed, her heart breaking. She couldn't breath anymore. Both her girls were dead.

The guard had moved to the edge of the truck. Alex scrambled to her feet and jumped at the guard, ready to rip him apart.

He grabbed her shoulders as she pushed him over out of the back of the truck. . He landed on his back, but rolled them over, so he was on top of her.

"Well hello, Sweetheart! I haven't seen you in a while!" Chris hissed in her ear.

"NO! NO! NO! YOU'RE DEAD! YOU'RE GONE!" Alex screamed, terror filed her again.

"Am I?" He cackled, he sat up, still pinning her down by sitting on her, knees on each side of her. He took his knife out and ripped her shirt open. His crank hands trailing up and down all over her body.

"I'm very much here, and I very much intended to finish what I started!" His wet cackling voice right by her ear again.

He pushed off of her and grabbed her hair, hulling her to her feet. Alex clawed at his hand, trying to get free. But her ribs were on fire, her head was pounding and blood oozed from her face and every claw mark and every knife cut. She couldn't fit back. She couldn't see straight.

Chris slammed her into a tree. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the tree again.

"MINHO!" She screamed as loud a her sore throat would allow.

"MINHO! HELP!" Alex sobbed.

Chris's hand tightened around her throat.

"He's not here to help you Sweetheart. Just you and me." He cackled, and then trailed his tounge up her neck.

Alex's vision was going black. She was seeing spots now. With one last surg of strength, before she was going to black out, she brought her knee up, getting him right in the sternum. He backed away with a cry.

Alex scrambled away, tripping on the branches and roots of the Deadhead trees.

"MINHO!" Alex screamed.

She tripped again, but when she picked herself up, she was surrounded by burning tents, dead Right Arm members, dead WICKED Soilders, and a burg was humming ready to take off. Alex was screaming, her heart was ripping into tiny shreds. The last of her hope was being hulled up the ramp of the burg.

"MINHO!" She screamed again, reaching both hands towards him. "COME BACK! PLEASE!"

The arms clamped around her wouldn't let go. She fought with everything she had. The arms held her tight, picking her up and slamming her backwards, into something solid.

Alex gasped, her lungs lost all their air, her eyes flying open. She looked around and her heart stopped. She recognized this room. The loud thumping music, the mix of sweat, alcohol, something rotting and sweat, making her stomach sick. Her eyes fell on the door opposite her. The old door with peeling red paint. Her stomach dropped and her heart stopped.

"No! No no no no!" Alex whimpered.

She was slammed into the wall again by a tall blond haired crank. His evil calculating eyes boring into her terrified eyes. Gemma and Marcus stood beside him laughing at her.

Her wrists her chained and she was used. Again. She was used again over and over, cranks forcing themselves on her over and over.

Finally, somehow, her wrists slid out of the cuffs and she slid to the floor. She curled into the feddle possition. She couldn't breath, her chest felt like it was going to burst. Her head hurt...and then there was nothing.

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Minho

Minho pushed the door open of their cabin.

"Alex?" He called.

He poked his head into the bedroom, the girls room and the bathroom. He frowned. She missed lunch, which was a first. He came looking for her, thinking maybe she wasn't feeling good and feel asleep.

He went back out to look for her. He pumped into Newt and Simon on the path.

"Hey, have you guys seen Alex?" He frowned.

"No. Why?" Newt chuckled, "you loose your fiance?"

"She missed lunch. And she wasn't at home." Minho folded his arms.

"Well, was she working? Maybe it was a busy shift." Simon frowned.

"No. Amy and Tes are on shift. Brenda said so at lunch..."

Minho's eyebrows knit together. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out what was going on and where she could be.

"Okay, well let's go talk to Brenda again." Newt suggested.

Minho had no other idea at the moment, so he agreed. They found Brenda chatting with Sonya and Felix at the kitchen table.

"Hey." Sonya smiled at the guys. "What's going on?" But her smile slipped into a frown, "What's wrong Min?"

"Can't find Alex. And it's not like her to go missing." Minho replied.

"She wasn't at home?" Brenda frowned too.

"Have you guys checked the training area?" Felix suggested.

Minho smacked his forehead, and groaned.

"Of course. Should have been the first place I looked. Jeez ya shank." Minho scolded himself.

He turned and jogged off.

"Hey! Wait up! I left something there this morning, I'll come with!" Felix called.

They entered the training area, the weapons locker was locked tight. Minho unlocked it and checked the shelves. Nothing was missing but a few knives. He frowned. They made their way to the obstacle course, it was dark and empty, no one has turned it on. The guys glanced at each other, frowning. Something in Minho's chest tightened, he felt hot and uneasy all of a sudden. He knew something was wrong, but he had no idea what. Everything was deserted, dark and empty.

A scream ripped through the air.

"MINHO! HELP!"

He spun around, panic flaired through him. Alex. Alex was screaming for help. He whiped his head around trying to find where the scream was coming from.

Another scream ripped through the air, physically hurting him.

"ALEX?!" He screamed.

He took off running towards the noise, Felix right behind him. He slid to a stop. The simulation room door was locked. He scrambled around to the side, and watched the monitor. Alex was being thrown into a tree by Chris.

"Oh Shuck!" He whispered, terrified.

"What's going on?" Felix asked, looking at the screen confused.

"Alex is stuck in her worst nightmare!" Minho screamed. "HOW THE SHUCK DO I TURN IT OFF?"

Felix's face went from confused to sgoxk to panic in a split second. He scrambled to the keypad. He typed something in.

"It won't let me cancel it! Looks like it was programmed and then locked! Why would she lock it? I need to override the whole system! It's going to take a minute!"

"JUST. DO. IT!" Minho screamed.

He watched in horror as Alex was slammed into a wall. He looked around the screen and recognized where this simulation took her.

"Oh shuck shuck shuck!" He whispered.

He watched helpless as Felix furiously pushed buttons.

"HURRY THE SHUCK UP FELIX!" Minho screamed.

"Almost! Almost there!" Felix kept glancing at the screen, his face going paler and paler.

"Okay, just a second more!" Felix mumbled.

Minho ran around to the door.

"Override complete. Access accepted." A robotic female voice said.

There was a loud beep and the door clicked open. Minho ripped the door open and dashed inside. Alex lay on the ground in a heap, her head hiding in her arms.

Minho slid to a stop beside her and pulled her into his lap, she was limp and her eyes rolled into her head. Minho shook her for a second.

Alex wasn't breathing.