I wake up back in the white room. This time, I'm sitting in some kind of chair. Something is wrong with my vision. I can only see out of one eye. The other is covered by something. I try to turn my head, but I can't. I try to move my arms, legs, fingers. But I can't do that either...

All of a sudden, Mr. Slovak walks into the room with me. He stands there with his arms crossed. "How are you feeling?" He asks me.

"M-m-my b-b-body w-won't...mmm-move." I stutter. It's hard for me to talk now.

"Cosima," Mr. Slovak says. His voice doesn't sound at all like Slovak's when he says my name. He takes out a pair of glasses and wear them. "It's me, Scott."

I'm about to say something but he puts up his hand. "I'll explain. The pencil went through your eye, damaging a lot of nerves. You're paralyzed from your shoulders to your toes." He looks at me and lets me take it all in before explaining more. "Don't worry, if we can get you out of here and get you to a doctor, you'll get better in months."

"Mmm-months?" I say. I want to say more than that, but it takes too much effort. I want to say, I'm not getting out of here alive on an electric wheelchair. But I don't say anything at all. 

"The twins, Rachel, and Mr. Slovak are in the mirror room. 48 needles each should keep them still for a long time." He smiles .

"A-a-atonement?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "No atonement. I realized if we do that, then all of the teachers would find out. They don'tbleed red blood."

He is right about that, however, I have an idea now. I didn't want to struggle to say it, though. "P-p-p-pencil. P-p-paper."

"Pen and paper?" Scott nods. "Got it," he runs out of the room.

A few seconds later, the door opens up. Felix and Mulan rush inside and Mulan follows behind them. I try and better look. Turns out, Felix and Mulan are carrying a body. It's a teacher's body and he's still alive. They drop him to the ground.

"We need the needles," Felix says, looking around.

"Aaliyah's coming," Mulan replies. "He's moving too much. Knock him out or something."

Felix punches the teacher over and over in the face, struggling to keep him down. "How is he still active, we gave him two needles," he says, still throwing punches.

"Sometimes it's not enough," Aaliyah says, walking inside. She runs over to a cabinet and throws everyone a few needles. All of them stick a few inside of the teacher.

After about 30 needles in, Felix and Aaliyah take him to the back with the others. Scott walks in with the paper and pencil then places it in my hand.

Felix walks up to me and places a hand on my shoulder. "Don't  worry, Cos. We're going to get you out of here."

My lips quiver as I smile. When I try and reach for the pencil, I can't. Scott sighs. "Right. Your hands are paralyzed for some time."

"Bloody hell," Felix says. "You couldn't fix her hands?"

"I did the best I could do, Felix!" Scott replies back. "Maybe if it wasn't for you, she wouldn't be like this."

"G-guys. Sss-stop," I say. "N-no ones f-fault."

"Sorry to interrupt," Mulan says, but we need to get this show on the road. Gemma walks in, scaring us all to death. She takes a seat on a chair.

"Right," Scott says, then faces me. "You and I are taking all of the kids into the gym. Before that, we're going to order the teachers to watch over Aaliyah and Mulan. Felix will stay here to make sure no one comes in and no one gets out."

"What about room 001?" Felix asks. "That's the only way out."

"Yeah," Scott nods. "Rachel is headmaster. She can ask anyone and they should tell her. Once we know, we'll tell the students, and together with our needles we can get out of here."

The only way we would get the students to join us is if we sing to them. How could we do that without the teachers hearing Scott? I definitely couldn't sing for us. What if one person isn't enough. "W-we need Ff-Felix. Sss-s-sing with us." I say.

"But someone needs to watch the place?" Aaliyah says.

"Hello," Felix waves. "Gemma can."

"No!" Gemma panics. "I'd rather sing," she turns to Scott. "Please don't leave me here alone."

Gemma will work. "F-ff-fine. Let's g-go." I say.

"Oh!" Scott faces me. "If they ask why you're in a wheelchair and wearing an eyepatch, just say that you feel that it suits your supremacy."

Was Rachel that much of a bitch to be taken that seriously? The teachers do listen to her. "O-k." I say. The chair is electric, but since I can't move my hands Scott helps me. Gemma, Scott, and I make our way out of the room with Aaliyah and Mulan walking behind us. As we approach the stairs, we're blocked by five kids.

"M-move," I say, then I realize something. Scott gasps when he realizes it too.

"You took our lives away and you will pay," all five of the children say. 

There's one boy with his face slowly splitting in half like he's just been cut by a sharp sword or something. There's another boy with his ears melted and holes throughout his neck and shoulders. There's a girl with both her eyeballs hanging out of her skull. There's two other girls with their mouths sewn shut and their faces purple and bruised. 

They are the kids who had been tutored. They're the ones who have to walk through the halls and learn their lessons. But what could they do to us now?

Before we do anything, four kids disappear except the girl with the dangling eyes. She snatches her eyes right out of her socket and let them fall to the ground. She then sticks two fingers in her eye socket, bends down and places the eyes next to each other. With her two bloody fingers, she draws a smile underneath the two eyes so that it looks like a smiley face now.

She waves at me. "You'll get what's coming to you, Rachel," she says. In the blink of an eye, she's gone, leaving us with her eyeballs.