Max's dream: Angel was playing in a small patch of daises, laughing and smiling like most little kids. Angel wore a white shirt covered in tiny daisies and a red skirt. The sun glistened and the wind tangoed in her hair. She looked over at Max. Max had on a white dress that looked as if it belonged to an angel. Her hair long, reaching her waist. Wavy like the ocean waves. Angel smiled, calling her over. Max ran, happy that everything was peaceful. When she got a few feet away from Angel, she stopped dead in her tracks. She tried to move forward, but couldn't. She tried to move forward, but couldn't. Max then stared at Angel, trying to send her messages through her thoughts that something was terribly wrong. Angel jumped into the air and spread her wings. She hovered a few feet above Max. A halo then appeared over little Angel's head. She's dead, Max thought. She's a real angel. The halo then fell from her head. Angel's eyes rolled back into her head. A bright light shone from her body. Max instinctively tried to block the blinding light with her arms. Angel's skin slowly melted off of her face. Max screamed. Angel then screamed. The scream sounded demonic. Max could see a smile on her baby's face. All of the skin on her tiny frame fell off and melted into a pool. All that was left was a skeleton. The feathers fell off of her wings, dancing in the breeze. Once they touched the ground, they caught on fire. A circle of flames surrounded the flower patch. The flowers in the beast's path were burnt to a crisp. Angel flew through the flames and headed towards Max. She lifted Max up into the air with ease. She tried to fight, she tried to scream, but no matter what she couldn't move a muscle. Not even close her eyes. Angel flew, and flew, and flew, until she was about 20,000 feet in the air. "I hope you like falling." Angel said in her demonic voice. All Max saw for the next couple seconds was the sky. No it wasn't blue, nor black. It was red, The exact color of blood. She then fell through the roof of a building. Max braced for the impact that would kill her, but it never came. Instead, she felt like someone had a strong grip on her. She looked to her right. Dylan was holding her. "Ready to dance birdy?" He asked. Max looked at her dress. It was no longer the angelic white dress, for it was covered in gold feathers. Dylan set her on the ground. "Come on little mockingjay flap your wings and fly." He mocked. She couldn't control her actions. They, in no time flat, started dancing. Not just some random dancing, they were dancing the hardest dance ever known, the tango. Max didn't even know any basic dances, she only knew that this was the tango from tv. Where had all of these dance moves come from? Was she subconsciously remembering them? Elaborate footwork. They were on fire. Literally, a second later Dylan caught on fire. "I'm hungry mockingjay. I would love to have some fried chicken, but you'll do." He said this with a voice that would scare the devil himself. Max realized there would be no escape. Dylan opened his mouth, ready to take a bite, when Fang busted in through the window. Glass was shattered everywhere. There were shards in her legs. She slowly lost consciousness. When she awoke, she was in Fang's arms. This was welcoming. She had never been so happy to see him. "So after 3 months you finally decide to return?" Max says, surprised that she can finally speak her mind. "Max, look. I am in trouble. You are in trouble. This is the only way I could find to talk to you. The scientists, they captured the gang and I. Brainwashed every last one of them. I'm set to be brainwashed tomorrow. They are planning on using you in the Games. You don't understand the intensity of the situation. One of the genetic experiments, they can drive you insane by simply looking into its eyes. I nearly went insane myself. Max, I'm afraid this is the end. We have been pawns in their game and we have lost. I fear there is no hope left, for us." He then does something Max has only seen him do one other time. He cries. Not just one or two tears. He breaks down. Max can't help but think if this might be a part of the nightmare or not. "Wondering if this is part of the nightmare? He asks. "Well you're going to be having nightmares for a while. Just stay away from any purple gases. Now I'll give you proof that this isn't part of the nightmare." Then they do something they haven't done in a long time. They kiss.
