"Please.." Irma knew, that no matter how she pleaded, no one was listening. They weren't playing a game! This wasn't a joke.. But she desperately searched the scene; people laughing, drinking coffee as the street lamps shone over the nightly scene. "I can't find my-"

A single gunshot sounded, then, and the air seemed to chill; frozen water covering the ground, as colourful lights flashed, and a soft tune played it's melody around her.

She ran.

She slipped.

She saw him, and knew what had happened; her eyes darting over the scene.

"DAD!"

...

Taranee.

Tarantula.

Taranee..

"SPIDER!"

Taranee shrieked, as the comparison of her name to the spider was sung in some sweet melody.. And the grotesque beasts clawed their legs, darting over the floor and creating a sheet of black darkness with combined bodies..

Scraping their legs..

Clawing at her sight; mocking with their thousands of eyes, for there was at least a thousand spiders; more, because they covered the floor if this infinity of space; her only option being the whitest white staircase.. A winding accent, that seemed to go on forever, but they were closer!

Behind her!

She couldn't get away!

Chasing her up the stairs!

Their webs, entangled, stripping the clean beauty of such a shape..

The staircase coated in the thick dusty string..

Behind her..

Behind her!

IN FRONT OF HER!

The end.

No more.

Only now did she realize, the staircase was black with their bodies..

Only now..

Did she realize..

The drop that went forever..

"NO!"

Forever..

"I...d-don't like heights.."

The thousands and millions of swarming bodies..

"..o-or sp-spid-d-ders.."

...

The air was a magic, in itself, though others might claim it to be the direction.

Wind.

The hurricane, tumbling breezily around her; the playful flutter, that signified her sleep..

Had been disrupted.

Now, Hay Lin shook, as harsh, bitter, aggressive bites of her companion, whirled like cloudy, savages had uneased a storm..

She felt like lightning was coming.

...And in this entire resentment; the fighting wind, trying so hard to protect her.. To send else-wise away.. It was in no way the hurricane that made Hay Lin quiver. The cold of it might make her breath stilt so slightly...

It was what was trying to take her. To steal her in her sleep.

Tears, ran down Hay Lins face, as the song of the death of her willingness played. A song that made her wish to wail. A song that birds would never sing, for fear of waking the beast and no.. No.. She was wrong.. Not her willingness..

Her will.

Whatever that was meant to mean; the wind's moan was covered before she could ask what was wrong with her will. Covered by the wail. The song that was a lullibye to only those who could not truly hear it. The song.. The tune.. The melody..

The trill.

Will.

Trill.

Will.

Trill.

Will.

"NO! PLEASE GET OUT OF MY DREAM!"

...

And she let him push her back; enjoying the fierce sadomasochism of her wings hitting the bars behind them. Around them. And she forgot that she wasn't this: she forgot that she was fourteen, and he could've had her, had he wanted her. He did want her. And it was rubbing off: right there in some, make-shift cell; Will smirked with her
eyes on those trembling lips that had just left hers; his hand disappearing for a moment, before she could feel his warm arms; searing hot arms, his wrists smoothing down against her own before one hand found both of hers: his arms around the bars, and hers in between; meeting outside the cell.

And Will didn't take her eyes up, but her smile remained a wry twist of glossy lips; feeling the confidence of her body, and absorbing his wants into her own; rejecting any of his fears. Her gaze wandered down his neck, and to the chest visible beneath cotton layers; his breathing the only sound. His heavy breathing and her own. Will could watch a prominent droplet of sweat roll down that neck, amidst the heavy noise; her mind working a thousand times too fast, as she grazed her teeth over her lips to quirk that he must be getting old, if he was that tired already..

But then a clank. His fumbling fingers on her wrists and hands replaced with a cold metal: a cold metal she started to feel, running up her body in two bars: her eyes flashing up to his to..

It wasn't sweat, after all; he was crying again.. And Will felt her heavy, excited breaths becoming shallow, agitated as he stumbled back and she
followed him-

Clank. She'd tried to follow him, but she'd been thinking about his mouth; wanting it to attack, again, her own, not bothering to listen to the silent mumbling; he'd been muttering to himself. Murmuring. "I'm.. So.. I'm sorry Will.. So sorry.."

Will jerked; her eyes becoming wide and alert, and frightened as he backed clumsily; new tears forming, as she desperately pulled against the will of the metal restraints. It had been a trick.

It had all been a trick. One great lie; to get her to stand still, and of course she had. And all those kisses; those previous kisses were just the same; in leading to this; to make it all seem real; to make her fall so hard and honestly allude that he would catch her. He'd been lying; a cheat; a royal scumbag, who'd only wanted to lock her up here to-

To what? To die slowly? To be found when the war was over? For Phobos' men to find? Basically waiting on a silver platter, with a bow wrapped around her?

She couldn't do anything. The girls were out there. If she used her powers they were done for.. She was stuck here, and Will felt tears prickle her eyes, as panic was quick to exude her. "CALEB! NO CALEB! PLEASE! I DIDN'T-"

Didn't what? She didn't understand. That was what. Why was he doing this? Why would he do this? How could he be so evil and determined, when he was stuttering away and she was certain he was.. He just looked like a boy. "I'm- I-I'm so sorry Will.. So s-sorry.."

"CALEB!" Will sat up, desperately heaving breat- Wait, no, Cornelia shook her head, pulling her quilt closer as a tune that had been playing echoed around the room; her final shout stirring no one in this lively house, though her eyes wandered to the weight on her bed and Lillian smirked, stroking their newest pet, Napoleon.

"Were you having a sex dream? You were breathing all funny, and you kept moaning for this guy, Cale-"

"WHAT! How do you even know about those! NO! I wasn't!" Cornelia scowled, forcing herself out of her bed. Stupid kids.. They didn't understand! She was nearly sixteen, for Gods sake! And she...she hadn't even been in the dream.. Maybe she wanted.. Cornelia shook her head. She wasn't Will. She wouldn't want to be, Cornelia shivered, as the cold of metal burned her wrists.. "What are you doing in my room anyway!"

...

Will sat, watching as her clock flashed.. One minute closer to the radio-alarm fizzling in. One minute closer to the time she had to get up. One minute closer to school.

One minute closer to Caleb.

Will hadn't slept last night; ignoring the cooing voice that told her to. For whatever reason, perhaps the well knowing of the fears she lived in the night.. Will hadn't slept last night, and she sat, watching as her clock flashed..

One minute closer to Fadden Hills, because her mother was tired of feeling like she could lose Will at any second. Tired of feeling like she was about to lose the only person she loved, unconditionally.

Will could understand.

It did suck.