All chapters are being re-corrected and re-worded since I finally have a chance to do this. Nothing will change (hopefully) except my horrid spelling errors and grammar that you all have been nice enough to put up with.

For those of you who are now starting to read this I hope you will enjoy it. This fic has taken me almost 2 years to do and I've put tons of time, effort and thought into it. Reviews are very appreciated.

Chapter 1

A dark chill slowly crept down the back of Pogue's spine.

He was freezing; there was no warmth here, not even from the many candles that covered the entire length of the vast room. He brought his arms closer to his chest in a futile attempt to rub the chills away but it was no use; the cold felt like it was slowly seeping into his bones.

The lighting dimmed slightly and Pogue raised his head. A hooded figure stood in front of him, staring at him with dark eyes. Pogue tried to get his voice to work, disparity wanting some answers but nothing came out. He was mute.

The hooded man smiled somewhat at his attempts to get his voice to work before extending his arm and pointing at something over Pogue's head. After eyeing the man closely Pogue slowly turned his head around towards the stone table behind him. Candles were carefully placed around the other edges of its surface and in the center of it laid a book. The was no writing on the cover so he couldn't tell what it was, but all of his instincts told him it wasn't something he wanted to read.

He turned his head back towards the hooded man only to discover that he was gone. The lights from all of the candles slowly started to go out and the room suddenly dissolved from under his feet.

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Pogue bolted upright, drenched in a cold sweat and panting heavily. The plain walls of his small bedroom slowly came into focus and within a few short moments he managed to get his breathing under control. The side of his head started to hurt and with an annoyed moan he lightly touched the side of his head.

That dream again...

For the past three months he must've had that dream over a dozen times. He was always in the same stone-walled room with tons of candles spread out everywhere and every time he always woke up in a cold sweat with a headache.

Pogue groaned and lightly massaged his temples; his head feeling like someone had it in a vise. He fell back and let his eyes focus on the ceiling until the pain subsided. Images from the dream started replaying themselves inside of his head, the dark room, the stone table, the book, the hooded man. None of it made any sense to him. It never did. He knew he'd never been to there, where the hell there was, and he sure as hell didn't recognize the person that always stood in front of him the whole time and never said anything.

All he knew was these dreams started that one night three months ago when Caleb disappeared. That much he could figure out because the first one he had was when he was in the hospital recovering from Chase's handy work. It was later when he woke up that Reid told him the grave news, Caleb had fought Chase and both of them disappeared afterwards. They never found Chase's body and Caleb never returned home that night after he took Sarah back to her dorm. After a few long days of sitting in the Intensive Care Unit he got moved to a different room with even fewer things for him to do other then sit there and worry about what fate had done with his best friend.

Finally a day later, Reid came back and told him that the police had located Caleb's car, abandoned on the bare road that led to the Putnum Barn.

Finally the pain inside his skull was starting to subside. He cursed the day when he ascended. If he would've known his new powers would be this much hassle he would've willed them away to someone else. Not like he had much to live for nowadays anyway. Caleb was gone. Sarah had gotten over her loss in record time and moved on...and so had Kate. All he had now was Reid and Tyler and the only reason he was still here was for their sake. He was all they had as well; who else was going to keep Reid in line or Tyler from becoming a complete mess?

Pogue sighed deeply and ran a hand through his ruffled up hair. The three of them had really changed in the short time Caleb had been gone. Reid was less obnoxious and hardly used anymore since he ascended, even though Pogue caught him using one of he newest abilities a few times but in the life of an average eight-teen year old, who wouldn't sell their soul to gain a few more precious seconds of sleep, or in Reid's case a chance to sneak a quick peak at someone else's test for answers. Tyler could heal any wound but only physical damage, not mental otherwise he would've erased the horrid details of his own ascension from his mind.

As for himself, Pogue was blessed with empathic abilities that irritated him to no end. All they were good for was giving him one serious headache whenever he was around more then one person and making him experience weird-ass nightmares like tonight.

With a quick glance over his shoulder at his alarm clock, Pogue groaned and flopped on his back again. He really needed to get some more sleep, his first class was less then three hours away and his falling grades compelled him to go.

With one more frustrated sigh he rolled back over onto his stomach and closed his eyes. It didn't take long for him to fall into a dreamless state for a few hours longer.