Author's Note: I had this story posted up on an old account, Sugoi Tetsuya. It is completely and utterly revamped, as when I had originally written it, it sounded like a bad eighties movie. Enjoy, this was one of my first fanfiction writings.

Adele was running, eyes wide and breath harsh against her chest. Back and forth, through tunnels, mazes, and everything else that could possibly get throw in her way... The walls were bleeding, industrial concrete oozing from it's grout, while the pipes steamed and bowed, rustfilled and stained. The boiler room was bathed in a blood red light, fire licking out from the openings of grates and grills around her, sending hot steam searing her flesh and her lungs screaming for cool air. She stopped, seeing a silhouette of a man in a fedora, with what looked like claws on his right hand. She'd narrow her eyes, before planting both feet hard on the metal grating, before she'd close her eyes.

"Not real..."

Laughter would erupt from the man on the other end, and she'd squeeze her eyes even tighter.

"Not real... not real..."

She'd feel claws along her face, and her back slam into one of the steaming hot boilers, before her own hands would move up to grab the man's wrist.

"Not motherfucking REAL!" She'd feel those claws tear into her flesh, but there was no pain, until suddenly a bright light would erupt around her, causing her hands to fly up to her face, and her to let out another wicked curse.

Eyes would suddenly open, and band members would step back, Raven Holmes glaring at her, eyes almost horror filled. "You okay?" She finally asked after a long moment of silence, as she watched Adele attempt to catch her breath. The girl would stare at her, clutching a drumstick in her hand almost as if it were a sword, before she dropped it, it clattering against the snare loudly in the otherwise silent room. Hugh swallowed, clutching his guitar like a girl holding her favorite doll, before swallowing.

"Uh... I think that's... enough practice for one day... right?" He'd ask suddenly, before Raven would nod in agreement and gently pet the top of Adele's head. However, she'd be thrown off, the woman glaring at her from a mohawk of toxic green hair, before she'd shake her head and grab for her bag, leather jacket thrown over her shoulders, sleeves cut off so that they exposed her biceps. She'd purse her lips almost angrily, before looking over.

"Yeah... right... practice is fucking over..." She'd suddenly snort, before stomping out and down the stairs to the first floor, waving to the store owner, who was blasting what sounded like Blind Guardian. He'd wave back casually.

"See you Gravestone, and don't forget, you still owe me payment on that new drumset of yours!" Adele would smirk and lift up her hand in a one fingered salute, causing the man to laugh, before returning the gesture. "Yeah yeah, saw that before..."

She'd continue walking until she felt a hand on her shoulder, looking back before letting out a growl. "What the hell do you want Raven." She'd finally ask, stopping short of the Le Risque, cigarette in hand, and zippo at the ready.

"What is wrong with you, you're acting crazy again..." Raven would finally say, eyes narrowing before she'd pull her to a bench and sit the girl down, staring at her almost coldly. "Nightmares? Have you been taking your meds? Because I swear... I didn't pay for your psych help just to have you go nuclear on something..." Adele would smirk.

"Oh, like the fucking kids you volunteered me to take care of for the next few months? You're a dumbass Raven..." She'd scowl and stand up, shaking her head as she finally got that cigarette lit. "Camp counselor? Seriously?" She'd ask, glaring down at the black haired Cat von Tease look-a-like. "No! No better yet... Camp Crystal Fucking Lake. Great pick... Oh... let's just totally become oblivious to the amount of people that died there, and the fact that they still didn't catch the killer! Not to mention the rumor of an undead hockey-masked son of a bitch that was immortally scarred for life by the fact that he was DROWNED in the fucking lake like a fucking DOG. I'm sorry... shit calls to shit in that place. It's SEEPING fucking full of people that just want to get a cheap lay with their counselor buddies." She'd hiss, before taking another thick drag from that cancer stick, before shaking her head.

"Oh come the hell on, you know full well that you would have been sent to fucking probation if you didn't volunteer for community service. Working at a camp is much better than cleaning up shit off of a highway." Adele would stare at her for a moment, before scowling once more, jumping as she heard a few wayward laughs from a couple children as they passed by. Raven would raise her brow, before snorting. "Oh, so fearless."

"Shut the fuck up..."

Adele would throw the cigarette down, before beginning to walk down the street, heavy, steel-tipped boots clodding against the sidewalk before she'd shake her head. "Camp... Crystal... Lake... how much of a brain-cell lacking paramecium do you have to be..." She'd mutter, before looking out off to the west. The sky was blood red... almost like fire, and a cold shiver would crawl up her back. She'd stare at it for a good long moment, before shaking her head and wincing. "Fucking sun..."

"Adele fucking Graves I'm not letting you walk away from me like this!" She heard Raven yell suddenly, before feeling her against her own hip. Adele's eyes would go skyward, before she'd shake her head and look over.

"Fine, just stop whining and shut the hell up..." She'd finally growl, before pulling out a key and unlocking a black door. Rivetted to the door was a sign that went something along the lines of 'Fuck the dog, beware of the owner', and inside was even worse. It looked like it belonged to an 80's rocker that had way too much drugs pumped into his system. Adele would crash on the couch for a moment, before lighting up another cigarette and turning on the TV, something about the reopening of the Camp, and how it was sparking a hell of a lot of controversy. "See? Look at that..." She mumbled, shaking her head and grumbling. "Bunch of bullshit if you ask me."

"Yeah, well that bullshit is going to keep you from serving time, so shut up..." She'd say, before smirking and raising a brow. "Wanna put on a movie?" She asked, shaking a DVD labelled Tron, causing Adele to grin and sit up.

"Fuck yeah..." She said, before motioning to the DVD player and leaning back once the movie began to play. Eyes would almost immediately begin to flicker shut, and the couch opened up, consuming her once more...