Chapter 2 It will now be from now on in Katrina's POV. ______ Trapped inside my mind? No way. "You are lying. That's impossible!", I scoff. "Now now, Little Katrina. Don't use that tone with me.", Vexorus smirked. "How do you know my name?", I questioned. "If I've been in your mind all my life, I think I'd know your name.", he sighed. "Whate- Whoa... Wait a second. You've lived in my mind?!", I yelled. "Yes. Now its ti-", he began until a squirrel shaped faced girl quietly opened the door. All she did was stare at Vexorus. "You may take her, Alice.", he scowled. I looked at the girl, very confused. She motions me to come with her, and I do. "What are you going to do?", I ask her as we walk down a large, empty hallway. She just shakes her head and keeps walking, her ruby red curls bounce behind her. I sigh and cross my arms. We arrive at a bright red door, with twinkling lights above it. What the hell? I walk in after the girl and look around. I see makeup and hair stuff. Not stuff I normally use. She motions me to sit in a plush maroon chair, and I do. It's quite comfy. She brings out a middle aged man, and he smiles at me. "Hello. I am Drake. Your personal stylist.", he beams. "Stylist? For what?", I ask. "The Mind Games.", he answers. ______________ It's like the Hunger Games but only at this part and one more part. You'll just have to wait and see!