Ok, here it is! The Sequel to "A Different Kind of Night." I hope you enjoy it, and remember, reviews are a way to tell me if you like to or hate it, so, please, REVIEW! I love seeing the reviews in my inbox! For those of you just joining our little group, you really need to read "A Different Kind of Night" To understand what is going on.

Now, I don't own Legion, but this story line and the characters that are not from Legion are mine!

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, trying to find the source of my fear and get them to talk. I was on the ground on my knees, a blindfold covering my eyes, preventing me from seeing my tormentors, my hands and feet bound with some sort of rope

"You don't deserve him! He was mine before you came along!" A voice, female, low pitched, screamed at me. "You are not nor will you ever be good enough for him." The voice dripped with venom. I tried to remember where I had heard that voice before, but memory escaped me. I tried wriggling my hands free, but eh ropes just seemed to get tighter every time I struggled.

"This time, you won't escape, this time I will make sure you are never found!"

Pain sliced through my back. I felt muscles and tendons being severed as some sort of blade cut through my beautiful wings. I cried out for the one person I knew would always be there for me, who would always come to my rescue no matter how bad the situation was. . .

"MICHAEL!"

I woke with a start, almost falling out of the bed I was laying in when my body lurched into a sitting position, gasping for the breath that always seemed to escape me when I had these kinds of dreams. My right hand went to my chest, settling right where my heart was beating erratically, and I hunched over my knees. The other hand cradled my head, fingers messaging my temple trying to keep the headache that would follow. The dreams were starting to get more vivid, and I was now feeling more sensations once I woke up.

I went to straighten up from my hunched over position, and pain flared in my back.

"Ahhhh!" I cried out, this time falling out of the bed, and unfortunately, right onto my back.

"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed louder, tears filling my eyes as the pain became so intense I didn't hear or see the other three people rush into the room. All I could focus on was the pain, slowly getting more and more intense. Black began to creep along the edges of my vision, and I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

"Hey, I think she's coming too."

I moaned and rolled to my side, but the movement upset my stomach, and I could feel my body rejecting the food I had ingested earlier that day.

"I think I'm gonna be sick!" I leaned over the edge of the bed, vomiting up everything I had eaten the past five days (or at least it felt that way). I felt bad for not making it to a trash can or the toilet, but I vowed I would clean up the mess once I was feeling better.

Once I had emptied my stomach and dry heaved for about a minute, I fell back into the bed, feeling recovered enough to open my eyes and look around. The room spun a bit, but I was able to focus on a spot on the wall, and once the room stopped spinning, I looked at the three worried people surrounding the bed.

Audrey and Charlie looked at me with scared and anxious looks, while Jeep looked extremely concerned.

"How you feelin"?" He asked in his southern accent, grabbing a cool cloth and patting my forehead it, wiping the sweat off of my brow and pushing the hair that had stuck there back away from my eyes.

"Like I was hit by a semi and run over by a herd of elephants, but thank you for asking." I said, smiling at the end to show him I was just joking.

Charlie and Audrey laughed, the worry lines on their faces disappearing. Jeep smiled at me and handed me the rag and a cup of water to rinse my mouth out. I finished wiping my face and neck, took a sip of water and swished it around in my mouth, trying to get the taste of vomit out of my mouth. He held up a trash can, which I spit the water in my mouth into. I noticed that they got the same trash can to me in time before I vomited all over the floor, so I was happy I wouldn't have to clean up a mess.

By then Charlie and Audrey had stopped laughing, and were now looking at me with curious stares.

"What happened?" Audrey asked, grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.

I squeezed her hand back, trying to comfort her. "Another dream. They are becoming more intense."

"Yea, we noticed." Charlie said, getting up from my bed. "I'm going to go and check on Adam if you don't mind. You sure you're ok?"

I smiled and nodded my head. "Yea, I'm good. Tell the little monkey I'm sorry if I woke him up, will ya?"

Charlie grinned and winked at me, then headed out the door. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
Audrey try to hide a large yawn behind her mahogany hair.

I reached over and gave her a big hug. "Go back to bed, I'll be fine. Thanks for coming to check on me."

Audrey looked like she was going to argue, but another yawn beat her to the punch. I pushed her gently out of the bed. "Go on now. I'll see you in the morning."

She blew me a kiss. "Fine, I know when I'm not wanted." She walked, over exaggerating the walk a model would do on the runway. When she got to the door, she turned around, struck a pose, and then walked out. I couldn't help but laugh. She always knew what to do to make me laugh and diffuse the tension in a serious situation.

Jeep was the only one to stay. He looked at me with concern. Since the elimination almost three years ago, Jeep had really taken his role as the protector to the max and beyond. During our first year together, we found a group of survivors, among them two people trained in karate and ti kwon do. Charlie and Audrey weren't as interested in learning the self defense, and opted for just a general knowledge, but Jeep and I trained everyday for three months, sometimes for 10 hours a day. Jeep had really bulked up, his muscles sometimes straining against his shirt.

"What was it about this time?" he asked me, his tone gentle and reassuring.

"I was tied up somewhere, blindfolded. There was a woman there. She was telling me I wasn't good enough for someone, that he was hers first. Then, someone cut my wings."

Jeep looked taken aback. "This is the first time you have dreamed about this, isn't it?" I shook my head yes. "Do you have any idea what this means?" This time I shook my head no.

Jeep turned and stared at the wall for a few minutes. I could feel myself getting sleeping, my eyes began to droop and I could feel my body grow heavy.

Jeep turned back to me and smiled a small smile. He helped me lay down and even tucked me in.

"Get some sleep, and don't worry about the dreams, in three days we will get our answers." He walked out of the room, turned out the light and closed the door quietly.

He was right, in three days we would get our answers.

In three days, the Archangel Michael would return to Earth.

In three days, I would have to make a decision that would affect not only me, but all of the people I love and hold dear.

In three days, I turn 25.

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