"Just bloody try it, sweetie pie." Natasha said, her right hand turning to metal and her palm shining an orange glow.

"You think he can't be trusted? He's helped people before, humans and supernatural… why do you doubt him?" Amanda asked.

"You forget that I've been in the world beyond this one, I've seen lives as they began and their planned life purpose… and the purpose assigned to Finn Balor was to kill me." Natasha answered.

"Because you were born a demon… I'm still human. And I'm finding him!" Amanda said, throwing the machete which lodged into Natasha's right shoulder and Baron catching Natasha as Amanda took off.

Running into the snowy night, Amanda stopped at a payphone, put a quarter in and dialed Finn's number.

"Hello?" Finn asked.

"You were right, they're trying to kill me!" Amanda said frantically, Finn bolting off of the leather couch. "I'm gonna head to where you are, just stay there!" She said, suppressing a pain filled cry and Finn realising what had happened and tried to calm Amanda down.

"Wait, I'll be there as soon-" Finn responded, both cut off by enraged screams.

Amanda jumped back when Natasha broke the glass door and immediately started beating the other girl with the phone, the call going dead and Natasha bleeding heavily from her right ear as she looked up at Amanda, who's new teeth were emerging from the moonlight shining on them.

"You… shouldn't have done that!" Natasha growled, her hands turning to steel again and her eyes glowing brightly, the satanic pentagram shaped scars on her shoulders also glowing as tiny flames started burning along them.

"Defend myself? Why not, it's what you and those savages claim to do!" Amanda said, Natasha standing up.

"I mean… you should not have left me alive!" Natasha responded before quicker than Amanda could even blink, she found herself hurdling through the air until she impacted into a tree with enough force that the tree splintered and halfway broke apart, the same going for Amanda's spine and the back of her skull.

The agony and loss of control of half her body was unbearable to Amanda, and she only felt worse when Natasha appeared nearby, still glowing and with steel hands.

And then it all changed…

Amanda found herself completely unharmed in front of the mirror in her old room… her 14 year old self and the figure out the window was watching.

She jumped back as the window was busted open, glass flying everywhere as Lorka tried to drag her through it and out of the room… Amanda screamed and fought back, hanging onto the tree and managing to kick Lorka off of her.

But now Amanda was a mixture of confused, terrorised and angered… she wouldn't let him disappear off into the snowy night so easily.

"Hey! Hey, stop!" Amanda yelled, having jumped out of the tree she had grabbed onto and started chasing Lorka down… only for him to turn to her and grab her by her throat, lifting the petite brunette up with ease even as she kicked and scratched at him.

"I will crush you… like the pancake you are!" Lorka growled, giving Amanda a squeeze as an example, easily strong enough that it was inches from crushing her bones.

"Why… did you… try to pull me out the window?! What do you want, why are you trying to kill me?!" Amanda managed to ask after Lorka dropped her to the cold concrete and crouched down… in his opinion, she had eerie similarities to Natasha.

"I believe you've called me 'Stalker'... possibly. I'm not so acquainted with how you lot up here work. Also, I'm from Hell… and I believe we're both looking for the same thing. She's the demon from your nightmare..." Lorka said, turning cold and menacing halfway through and smiling evilly. "Or is this your nightmare, little girl?" He asked before stomping on Amanda's spine and legs as she tried to get up.

But once again, it all changed in front of her and she changed with it to her 25 year old self, her injuries once again disappearing… this time, she was seeing Lorka killing a woman while a newborn screamed in terror in the nearby crib. Shaking off her own terror, Amanda ran over and threw herself in between Lorka and the newborn.

"Stop! You already took this child's mother, you're not taking her too!" Amanda yelled, Lorka backing up.

"You humans feel the need to protect everything you see as helpless… Natasha is gonna grow up, grow into her powers and all your protection and motherly instinct won't stop her." Lorka growled, attempting to toss Amanda aside but she reached over and bashed his head in repeatedly after grabbing a paperweight.

She dropped it after he fell and turned, picking Natasha up out of her crib and taking her away from there.

"I got ya, kiddo… you're safe now." Amanda whispered… before Natasha was no longer in her arms because she was stood in front of her as a six year old.

"Is this what happens in your nightmares?" Natasha asked before everything around Amanda faded away…

In pure terror, Amanda took no notice of her surroundings… until the familiar Irish accent jarred her out of it.

"Shh, it's alright love, it was just a bad dream…"

Amanda turned her head to her left side, realising she had ended up sleeping on her stomach sometime in the middle of the night as Finn was massaging small soothing circles into her back. She turned the rest of her body to face him, Finn now running his fingers through her hair and being careful with her aching head as he lightly massaged the back of it.

A bruise had taken up most of Amanda's right eye and the right side of her head… she and Asuka had both gone to tackle each other during their match last night and their heads collided, which forced the referee to stop the match.

"That hit to the head must've really scrambled your mind." Finn said.

"Hm?" Amanda responded, having not been thinking about the blow she took to her head last night… her mind was still on her nightmare.

"It's okay… it's alright, I'm right here." Finn whispered as he held her in his arms, running his right hand along her spine.

Amanda relaxed more once her head was resting on Finn's right shoulder, Finn kissing her on her forehead.

When it was just them first in the morning, everything else usually faded away from their minds.