A/N: Hey, hey. I'm starting to write so I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

The door broke open finally, giving my heart another jolt, the lock going through the air until it landed hard on the concrete floor I lay on. Frantic screams of the angels that repeated my name through tears running down they're beautiful faces. I was looking down on this scene, as if I were, like, God, or something. I was on the floor, drenched with sweat and blood, and something about this didn't seem quite right. I could feel the heat in this darkened, unbelievably warm room and I couldn't help thinking if this was a dream or a vision of the future.

"Max, Max.." repeated one of the voices. If I opened my eyes, I was pretty sure it would turn out to be a dream. But instead, I watched the scene below, seeing my lover crying and saying it was just too late. I had rolled my head over, tears coming down my face slowly, trying to move my lips, excited for any sound or movement I could make. Surely, in this dream, I was dying in the presence of the flock. And like the person I am, I was desperately trying to awaken from my end.

My heart was pounding erratically, I felt like the Max on the ground, just an inch away from death. I've felt like that before though. "Max…wake up!" another whispered voice. Shaking, I was struggling to sit up, and then that's when I woke from my worst nightmare.

"Max!" Iggy screamed. I blinked a few times to see him come into view. Crap. "A-are you okay?" he asked. My energy level was low enough that I couldn't respond, couldn't even speak.

"What's wrong?" Nudge scooted over onto the couch. We were in a house, an abandoned one, hoping the owner's would just forget about their house and live on with their happy lives. Riiiight. I moved my lips again. Nothing. No sound. Quickly, Gaz rushed to the kitchen and came back with a tall glass of water and I sucked it down. Still, with three tries, I had no voice. Great.

"FANG! She can't speak!!!" Nudge screamed and he was in the room in a second. Imagine, me sitting up on the couch, looking like hell, tears rolling down my face, and no voice. Just a worried girl, looking right into the eyes of her best friend. He didn't even know about my dream yet. Fang sat on the couch, looking from his feet to me with the same worried look I had on my face. I tried desperately to say his name, but nothing happened except my lips moved and then I started shaking violently, possibly having a seizure. No, I was still living my nightmare.