AN: this story will contain violence and cussing. May be changed to M later on if needed. The third series never happened, this is not the sequel to Safe. Please Review, help a girl out. Thanks for reading. -LF


Amy woke up to the nightmare. She didn't see any of it coming. None. She never really imaged it happening to them, which she should have.

The night before, she fell asleep normally. She finished her homework and settled into her comfy bed at about 9:30. It was a Tuesday night.

When she woke up that Wednesday morning, about nine hours later, she found herself laying on her side on the right side of her bed, which was also normal. It was normal for the first things she saw that morning was the sun shining through the window and the pictures of her love ones in there simple black and brown frames on her nightstand.

She remembered glancing over to the close corner of the white nightstand and seeing her alarm clock saying the time in bright neon green numbers.

What wasn't normal was the painful pressure she felt on the left side of her head, right in front of her ear. She tried to turn her head only to have it pushed back down onto her pillow. The center of the pressure was in the shape of a circle and she knew exactly what it was before the voice spoke.

"Good morning, Miss Cahill," the voice, which was very low in tone and slow in rate, whispered into her ear. "I've been waiting for you to wake up all day."

Amy couldn't see his face or the object that was being held against her head but she knew the object was a gun, and the owner of the voice wanted her dead.

Just than she was pulled harshly out of her bed, and thrown onto her carpet floor. She was about to jump and fight but the intruder was on top of her before she could even blink.

Her arms were instantly pointed down by strong hands that were wrapped around her wrist. A pair of knees were on her stomach, making it hard to breath. When she looked up, she was faced with a man who, even to this day, could not be described.

His hair could be taken by all kinds of colors; brown, blonde, black. His skin was pale, and yet tan. His face, overall, could have been declared forgetful...all but those eyes.

His eyes were a light grey color, or a very pale blue. They weren't even white. They were colorless. Not even clear. Just... nothing. Nothing was there. It was enough to horrify her down to the core, and when he smiled, she was horrified even more.

She than felt the gun moved to her chest, right in the center, were her heart was.

She was shocked to the point where she couldn't move. It all happen so fast that her brain hadn't had the chance to comprehend and think. She started to panic and try to struggle her way out under him, even though she knew it wasn't helpful.

The intruder laughed like a lunatic at her struggle. She felt truly helpless but kept trying. Soon, he took her by the arms and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of flour and stood.

He walked out of the room as she continued to scrabble out of his grasp. She held onto the door frame once he passed it. She lidded off of his shoulder, but he was able to grab her by the legs and yank.

She tried to kick him but he soon just pulled her away from the door frame, causing pain to her fingers as he dragged her down again, this time by her hair.

When they reached the steps he simply picked her up and tossed her down. She rolled roughly down all three levels of stairs. Her vision while falling was rapidly changing constantly, and pain shot through different spots on her body, to where it hit almost every area.

She felt and heard the breaking of her noise and possibly her arm. When she finally reached the ground floor she tried to get up and run but before she could even make the attempt to get up, he was there.

He lifted her up by her broken arm, ignoring her pernicious cry of pain, and dragged her off through the living room and kitchen. Amy saw a thin, light trail of her blood staining the floor and she prayed that this was a bad dream of some kind.

The man dragged her over towards the doors that entered her dinning room. She heard the clicking of the French doors, wondering what in the world was happening, and was thrown into the room, landing with a thump and another burst of pain.

She let out a quiet squeal of pain as she fought back her tears and the thumping of her head. She knew she was about to pass out soon, but fought against it still.

She opened her eyes, which she hadn't realized where closed in the first place. Her vision was blurry but she was able to make out the figure in front of her, the gun man. Then she looked around the room to find they weren't alone.

She saw fuzzy silhouettes, one in particular to her left. She could only tell a few features of it due to her failing sight.

Dark blonde hair, messy...a big red gash on the forehead... Dirty and messy clothes... He...he was saying her name...

"Dan?" she asked, trying to squirm over to him.

"Amy," he said, and she knew it was him. But before they could even touch each other, a gun shot was fired. A scream came out, but she wasn't sure it was her's or not.

She turned back to the gun man, who she could barley see clearly. His colorless eyes were filled with rage and chaos. Ruthless, merciless... In that moment, and for the rest of her life, Amy declared those the eyes of the devil himself.

"No physical contact." He slammed the door behind him. "None of you touches one another."

He than turned towards her again and she felt herself shiver. She wanted to get up and fight so badly, find a way for her and Dan to get out of the room, but the pain was clouding up her mind and her vision was still slightly hazy.

"You," he ordered her. "Get your back against the wall. Now."

Amy tried to lift herself up to scoot back but the pain racked through her body like a harsh wave. She winced.

"Now!" he screamed.

She still couldn't. Amy just couldn't fight back the pain, it was taking over her body. It was all she could focus on. She didn't even noticed the gun man storming over to her till she felt him kicked her right in the chest with a very strong force. Her landing was her back hitting against the wall, more pain devoured her body.

"Hey!" she heard Dan scream. "Don't you-!" He was cut off by the gun being pointing towards him, the barrel being only a few inches from his head. She saw him start to shake as the gun man pulled the gun away from him.

She than looked around her and found others. She knew them all... Hamilton was in the far corner, holding his red arm. Sinead was close by, she was shaking like Dan, staring at the gunman in total fear.

Jonah was to her left, he had his arms wrapped around himself like he was hugging himself. To her right was Atticus, who had a bad cut on his forehead and his large red glasses where shattered.

Next to him was Dan who was frozen in his position by fear. Than it was Ian who had small bloody cuts all over him. He, like everyone else, including Amy herself, were now staring at the gun man who was smiling evilly once again. She never seen someone or something so...evil in her life.

"This is how it's going to play out," his low voice spoke again. Amy could have sworn that his eyes never left hers.

"You all are going to confess your sins, your wrongdoing. And than I will let you go. You'll never see me again. As long as you do exactly as I say and as I want."

She didn't like the way he was looking at her, or at any of the others. He was a true mad man, no doubt about that, but something inside herself told her that she was mistaken. That she was far wrong about who or what this monster was.

That he was worse. So much worse.