I cried out for Angel and Gazzy, tears streaming down my face as they were dragged away by some kind of new robot that I'd never seen before. I tried to get to them but the robots holding me were to strong and there were too many. I heard Fang cursing behind me as well as metal scraping and crunching. Iggy and Nudge were in the sky, desperately trying to get away from the robots that were up there with them. Unlike the Eraser's mark two, these robots weren't like freezers with wings, they were like fighter jets. They were just as good in the air as us.

I heard the unmistakeable sound of helicopter blades in the distance, getting closer and closer. I glanced up, a chopper was hovering above the trees, the door was open and three scientists were harnessed in all three holding tranquiliser guns. They raised them and shot. Damn they were good marksmen. I felt the bite of a needle on my throat and heard Fang curse again. Then everything went black and all of my energy left my muscles. Fuck. This was not good.

I woke from the dream sweating, my breaths coming fast and shallow. I groaned as I looked at the clock. 3:30. Great. I fell back onto my soft pillow once again, every night for the past two years I'd been having these nightmares. In them I had wings, was the mother figure to four other winged mutants and best friends with another. I was always screaming for the two youngest as they got dragged away by strange robot things. It was of course ridiculous and I no longer paid attention to them. They used to scare me when I first started having them but now I was seventeen I figured it was time to stop being such a pussy and man up, so to speak, I wouldn't complain if I woman up a bit, like say, my boobs getting a touch bigger?

I sighed, there would be no getting back to sleep tonight. I got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror on my door. My vest top had ridden up a little and I could see my tattoo. For as long as I could remember I'd had the tattoo, a pair of wings that spread from my back and around my front, the tips covering my breasts and overlapping. I lifted my top a little more and ran my finger along the ink lines. It's not strange, now stop thinking about it.

I dropped my shirt and got a really strange feeling of standing up to fast. I wondered what the hell I was doing out of bed and in front of my mirror but shrugged it off and went downstairs for a drink and maybe a light snack. I never seemed to stop eating. The idiots at school picked upon that pretty quickly when me and my parents moved to LA two years ago, right about when the dreams started. Odd, I thought to myself. No it's not. Well it isn't really, I decided a moment later.

Getting a glass of water I headed back up to bed to at least try get a few more hours sleep before school. Sleep didn't come easy but I must have dropped off because when I next opened my eyes sun was coming in through the curtains and my alarm was blasting out the latest pop crap. Another day in Paradise, man I wish I could go back to how things were. Wait, I thought, there's never been anything else. That's right, there's never been anything else. There's never been anything else.