Hooray! My first One-Shot! I'm so happy. I wrote this in, like, half an hour. Now I have to go get ready for kiwanis. So anyway, enjoy this. If you like it, I also suggest you read Words Left Unsaid and Love Is Blind (my other MR fanfictions)
Angel sat up straight, breathing hard, trying not to scream. She felt around her. Good, she was still in her own bed, in her own room, safe and sound. But she still couldn't shake that paranoid feeling that it wasn't just a dream. She could feel tears stinging her eyes. Everyone in the flock had bad dreams. But this one was really bad. Worse than any she'd seen in the others heads.
She'd dreamed that she'd watched the flock fight off the Erasers, but they were all warped and twisted and mangled, like zombies. She hadn't been allowed to fight, just watch the flock get beaten by the Eraser zombies. Eventually, they went down one by one. And Angel couldn't do anything about it. Her body wracked with sobs as she watched everyone in the clock die in front of her. Strangely, the Erasers seemed to want nothing to do with her. They just continued beating the flock's dead bodies. Then Max looked over at her, blood speckling her face. She whispered, "Help us," then her head dropped to the bloody ground.
Finally, Angel rolled out of her bed, clutching a pillow tightly to her body. She walked through the house until she got to Nudge's room. She knocked softly on the door.
"Nudge?" she whispered. Finally the door opened. Angel jumped back. Nudge's hair was a giant mess on top of her head and her eyes were hardly open.
"What?" she croaked.
"I-I had a bad dream," Angel stuttered. Nudge's brow furrowed.
"Go back to bed," she said, closing the door in Angel's face. Angel pouted.
"That wasn't very friendly," she said to herself. She still felt terrible. Her insides were still shaking with fear. She tiptoed down the hall to the next door and knocked softly. The door opened and Iggy scowled sightlessly down at her.
"Why did you wake me up at an ungodly hour of the night," he seethed. Angel's lip quivered.
"I had a bad dream," she whimpered. Iggy sighed, picked her up, and, to her surprise, carried her down the hall. She had been about to ask where they were going when Iggy knocked on the door she'd planned to visit last if no one else cared about her. After several minutes of waiting and Iggy continuously knocking, the door opened. Iggy dropped Angel in front of Fang, who didn't look all that pleased himself.
"Tag, you're it," Iggy said before walking back down the hall to his own room. Fang looked down sleepily at Angel.
"What are you doing up?" he asked.
"I had a bad dream," Angel said.
"Oh, well…don't think about it," he said. "Just go back to bed." He patted Angel on the head, then closed the door.
Angel still didn't feel much better. At least Fang had actually made an effort to make her feel better. Maybe her own brother could help? She scuttled back down the hall and knocked on Gazzy's door. She got no response. After a while she knocked again. Still nothing. Loud snores could be heard through the door. Angel shook her head. Was he honestly snoring so loud he couldn't hear her? She padded back down the hall and headed for the only door she hadn't tried yet. Max's. Instead of knocking, she walked right in and shook Max gently. Max rolled over and looked up at Angel.
"What's up, sweetie?" she asked, breathy, but not annoyed like the others.
"I had a bad dream," Angel said solemnly. Max smiled at her.
"Aw, well come lie in here," she said. She rolled over in her bed and held the sheets up for Angel to crawl into. She hugged Max and curled up beside her. For a moment, they laid in silence, then Angel whispered, "I love you, Max."
"I love you, too, sweetheart," she said. Angel fell gently into a deep sleep.