Urie and Alba walked out the Greenhouse, glad to be with the fresh air again. The Complex clock read 4:57, and the sun was starting to go down. The horizon was a collage of red and blue, streaking the sky one last time for today.

"Weird guy, eh?"

Urie turned to look at Alba, who's blue eyes stared directly at her. She hadn't been paying attention, since she was still pondering the contents of the newspaper article.

"I guess." Elmore was a strange fellow, to say the least.

A gust of wind blew, causing both of them to shiver.

And Alba came up with a plan. "We better get home."

"You do that. I need to get to Caitlyn's place first."

"Then I wanna go too."

"What for?"

The blonde girl sighed. "I don't have anything to do, and the TV is all just cheesy holiday crap. I'm not really feeling dinner this early either."

"Alright. Let's roll."

They hopped back onto monorail, leaning against the walls of it as they quietly watched the evening news play on the monitor over their heads. The wheels clicked over the rail rapidly, bringing them closer to their destination every second.

"It's our stop." Urie said as she nudged Alba. She had fallen asleep during the half-hour ride. They got off at Residential Area K. Residential Area K was a much more prestigious place than Area C, where Urie lived. Instead of large apartments, every house was almost a mansion. The giant homes loomed overhead, each about the size of 20 suites from C.

Alba chirped up once more. "So which is Caitlyn's place?"

Urie pointed to four houses on their right. "Methinks that one."

"Then let's see if youthinks right."

"Shut the hell up."

They began to walk, but Alba slowed them down.

"Walk slower. I don't get to see rich people places often, so I'm gonna enjoy the view."

Alba's idea wasn't a bad one at all. Area K was very pricey to build, but it was worth of Piltover and the PAC from investing into it. The houses were arranged to form one large ring. A large lake was in the center, with a small island in the middle, populated by two lonely trees, both leaning towards one another. Artificial lights circled the lake, giving it an ethereal beauty. The sunset was also reflected on the water, turning the lake into a gorgeous orange shade. Willow trees drooped over the sidewalk, arching over all the pedestrians.

They reached the stretch of walk leading to Caitlyn's doorsteps. The girls walked forth and rang the doorbell. After a minute, the door was opened to reveal Caitlyn.

She spoke without hesitation. "Is that the package?"

"Yes Ms. Caitlyn."

"Thank you."

The sheriff began to close the door when Urie stuck her foot in the doorway to prevent it from closing. Caitlyn looked down at her foot, then at Urie.

"Is something wrong, Urie?"

She wasn't sure what to say. "Uh..."

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes.

"What's the Glorious Evolution?" Alba blurted.

Both Urie and Caitlyn looked startled that Alba knew about it.

"I looked over your shoulder at the newspaper, Urie."

"How do you know what that is?!" Caitlyn demanded.

As Urie hesitated, Alba spoke up once more. "Elmore had a newspaper on his desk and there was an article about it."

Caitlyn sighed. "One day, I knew his messiness would go bad."

Alba crossed her arms and stepped forward. "So what is it?"

Caitlyn pursed her lips and her eyes seemed lost in thought for a moment. A moment passed, and she drew up a reply.

"Come here tomorrow morning by 9. I'll explain everything then."

"Will there be breakfast?"

"Excuse me?"

Urie's jaw dropped as Alba popped the question. "Is there gonna be breakfast for us?"

Caitlyn already seemed exasperated with her. "...I'll have the kitchen make two more servings."

The blonde smiled. "Sweet. See you tomorrow then.

The sheriff sighed again and closed the door. Urie turned to Alba as they began to walk away, impressed wwith her audacity.

"I can't believe you asked Caitlyn for breakfast."

"You better believe it. So it's by 9?"

"By 9."

"Wanna come sleep at my place for the night?"

"Why?"

"Seems pointless to separate now and meet up again. Methinks you should just have dinner at my place and sleep there."

"Don't use methinks. Only I can use methinks."

"Methinks you jealous."

"I ain't spending the night if you methinks me again."

Alba patted Urie on the back. "We have places to be."

"And you have dinner to serve."

For the last time of the day, the monorail door shut behind them. They zoomed along the tracks, stopping now and then.

"So what do yo think it is?"

"Hmm?"

Urie was looking at Alba, who didn't seem to know what she was talking about.

"You know. IT."

"Oh. You mean IT. It's probably a rumor or hoax of some kind. I'm not concerned about it. People are getting worried over silly things."

"You're probably right. The press does get hyped up over nothing."

The walked out of the monorail at Residential Area E, where Alba's place was. It was, conveniently enough, on the first floor of the first building. The door clicked open at Alba's presence, and they entered.

Her place was about the same size as Urie's, but aesthetically, there were some serious differences. Instead of being a living room, kitchen, a bedroom, and one bathroom, this was one big square. The kitchen appliances were built into the wall, her bed sitting at one corner. The TV hung on the wall directly across from the bed, and other furniture items laid around the house as well. The only thing not in the living room was the bathroom, which was closed off by a door.

Even though they knew one another for almost 3 years, she had never been to Alba's place.

"Go on. Sit." Alba pointed to a table in the middle of the room, surrounded by four chairs.

"Why do you need four chairs if you live alone?"

"I don't. I eat on the bed when I'm alone. But when I have guests, I can't have them all sitting on the bed. Which is why it's so messy."

They ate, watching an old movie play on the TV, cringing at the poor quality. The clock ticked on slowly, from 8:00, to 9:00, to 10:00.

Urie looked up to the clock. "It's getting late. We should get to sleep."

"Mk." Alba was still staring at the screen.

"I'm taking a shower."

"You do that." For all Urie cared, she could kill herself right then and there and Alba wouldn't notice. She shook her head in a mix of amusement and disappointment and walked into the bathroom.

20 odd minutes later, she walked out with nothing but a towel around herself. "Do you have anything I can change into?"

"What? Oh. Closet's over there. Take your picks."

She looked within. As expected from the blonde, the inside was an absolute disaster, with clothes all over the bottom of the closet. The hangers were completely ignored, only a few coats hanging here and there and a dress for special occasions. She dug through the pile, unable to find anything she wanted.

"Do you have any pajamas?"

"Under the bed."

Urie sighed, but she was a bit impressed at how Alba could still keep track of everything. She opened up the drawers under the bed, revealing another mess. She found the pajamas she was looking for, and looked through her options.

And then she found the perfect one.

She held it up for Alba to see. "Can I wear this one?"

Alba stared right at it. "Why? Is purple your favorite color?"

"Course it is."

"Sorry, I couldn't tell by your purple hair, eyes, coats, hats, and boots."

"Don't you sass me."

Alba took a sweep of Urie's figure. "I don't understand why you walk around all covered up with" she pointed at Urie's upper body "that."

She threw a pillow at Alba.

That very night, Urie had a dream. She was standing in front of the beautiful lake at Area K. The sun was setting like it did earlier today. In fact, everything was the same as when she was there a few hours ago. With one exception.

There was no one else around that she could see. She was on the sidewalk by herself, alone at the large lake. Urie could hear people inside their homes, just the sounds of everyday life. She could explore this place to her heart's content, and no one would say anything.

She began to explore Area K. The large houses all had lights on, giving them a homely feel. Shadows of people could be seen in the windows. She tucked her hands in her pockets, smiled, and continued to walk.

As she approached the opposite side of where she started, she noticed a slightly ajar door. Out of curiosity, she peeked inside. When she noticed nothing wrong, she opened the door.

Urie was met with a large, sweeping staircase. Two large arches to the side led to other rooms, but the staircase intrigued her the most. She couldn't resist the temptation, so she began to walk up it.

At the top, she gasped. There was a red streak painted onto the marble floor, clearly blood. It swerved off to a room, whose door was shut. Urie turned around, shocked at what she saw.

She would walk down the stairs. She should walk down the stairs. She could walk down the stairs.

But Urie couldn't bring herself to do it. Something inside her deeply desired to see past the door, knowing nothing good could be on the other side. Urie, shaking, turned around once more and slowly walked to the door. She reached up to the doorknob, twisted it, and opened the door.

Urie eyes snapped open.

Nausea overwhelmed her, and she sprinted to the bathroom. Once she had expelled the nauseous feeling from inside her, she stood up. Urie noticed a mirror, and looked into it.

Her eyes had a haunted look to them, her face drained of all color. She was still shaking, and couldn't stop no matter how hard she tried. Everything in the dream had started just fine, everything peaceful. If she never let her curiosity get the best of her, she would still be soundly asleep.

But then wouldn't she have eventually opened the door? Wouldn't she have eventually seen the blood's source? Was she meant to see it?

The image still haunted her, forever burned into her memory. She could remember everything down to the last detail. The sound of the pulse, the strained breathing, the disgusting stench.

She looked out the bathroom door, towards the clock. 3:12. Still quite a ways until morning.

A sour taste remained in her mouth. She washed her mouth out, then, looking at the mirror , washed her face. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and looked once more into the mirror. In those lavender eyes of hers, she had seen her definition of fear, horror, terror. She leaned against a wall and slumped to the floor.

Urie's greatest fear was the inability to help. Whenever she saw someone in need of help and she couldn't do anything, she always panicked. Her breath always quickened, her ears rang, and her eyes saw black spots. She couldn't do anything but watch the person suffer.

She had come up with a theory for her irrational fear, tracing it back to 3rd grade. She and her friends sat around a lunch table, enjoying their meal. Everything was going fine, until a boy next to her began to choke on his lunch. She tried to help, but nothing could be done. Urie had done everything her 8 year old self could do, which wasn't enough. She had tried to help him over to an administrator, crying, bawling, screaming and kicking for help.

By the time she had gotten to the administrator, it was too late. The boy had died in her own arms, and she couldn't do anything. She had been to therapy for ten years after that, but someone dying in your arms wasn't something you could treat with someone else trying to talk your problems away.

The one thing that she did get out of her decade of therapy was the therapist's suggestion of a distraction. So she looked around for a job, and landed herself a spot as a receptionist/assistant at the sheriff's office two and a half years ago. She had since then been able to suppress her fears, due to her job being completely focused around helping people.

She sat there, eyes closed, her head between her knees. She was disappointed with herself, for she thought she grew stronger. She thought she had conquered her fears, but she had just ignored them instead.

Urie stood up once more. Her disappointment wouldn't go away if she sat and wallowed within it. She could at least try and get some sleep so she could get to Caitlyn's in the morning.

Urie slid back into the bed, Alba sleeping quietly next to her. The only reason behind this sleeping arrangement was because she had trouble sleeping alone. Back home, she had George, and here, she had Alba.

She leaned on her side, eyes still open. Even as she laid, the terror lived within her again, her mind haunted. She couldn't help herself.

But she could do it. She could move on. She'd get her rest for the night, then she'd worry in the morning. She forcefully shut her eyes, mentally doing all she could do to distract herself.

And morning came. Urie had awaken earlier than she normally would. It was 6. She had barely earned any rest over the night, and what rest she did get, was haunted. Alba was still sleeping besides her, her quiet breathing barely registering in Urie's ears.

She sat up, still tired. Her head throbbed, and black spots appeared once more in her eyes. She cringed in pain, and held her head in her hands. The pain disappeared after a while, and she raised her head once more, both relieved and exhausted.

"Urie?"

She turned around to see Alba getting up, stretching. All her shuffling around must've woken her up.

"You can sleep more if you want. It's still plenty of time before we have to get to Caitlyn's."

She looked at the clock, which read 6:23. "Ok. I want some water first."

The blonde got out of her bed, heading for the fridge in the wall. She poured herself a glass, and began to head over back to the bed. She looked right at Urie.

"How come your eyes are red?"

Even Urie was a bit surprised to hear this. Her lack of sleep must've caused them to turn red with exhaustion. She reached up to touch her face, then put it down quickly.

"I didn't get a lot of sleep last night."

"How come?"

She hesitated. Maybe Alba wasn't the right person to talk about this to. But if she couldn't tell Alba, who could she tell?

"I'll tell you later. It's a long story. Kind of."

She shrugged. "If you say so. Wake me in an hour or two."

"I got you."

Within minutes, Alba was back to sleep, laying with her face buried in her pillow. Urie, on the inside, was a little jealous of her. Alba didn't have to go through all the consequences whenever she faced her fears. As far as Urie was concerned, Alba didn't fear anything.

She laid back down next to Alba, arms crossed in front of her as she stared into nothingness. One panic attack had put her into a state of trauma for the last couple of hours. Whether Urie liked it or not, she had to become stronger.

She didn't realize she was spaced out for long, but when she looked up at the clock, it read 8:03.

They had less than an hour to get to Caitlyn's.

Urie shook Alba, who seemed positively startled when they woke up. They quickly got dressed and leapt onto the monorail as the doors were closing. They panted and leaned against the door as the car began to accelerate.

A bit later, Alba tapped her shoulder. "So you gonna tell me about your eyes?"

"Not with people around. Later."

All she got from Alba was a "Hmph", clearly unsatisfied with the reply.

It wasn't long until they were in front of Caitlyn's doorsteps, ringing the bell. The sheriff opened the door promptly, waving them in. They were led to the dining area, where 4 plates were set down. A large, bulky figure sat in another chair, their legs propped on top of the table. What stuck out the most about this individual were the massive contraptions placed onto their hands.

"Sit." Caitlyn indicated the seats next to the window, right besides the big figure. Alba cleared her throat.

The sheriff sighed, remembering Alba's request. She snapped her fingers twice, and a small cart wheeled itself to the room, large bowls and plates full of delectable dishes. The cart slid these dishes onto the table and quietly rolled itself out.

As people began to gather their breakfast together, Caitlyn sat, waiting for everyone to begin their meals. As everyone began to eat, she began her explanation.

"So I'm guessing you want the full explanation as to what the Evolution is."

The girls both nodded.

"Well, to do so, we must start from the beginnings, to seven years ago.

"The newspaper you read stated that Viktor, the ambassador, made his first visit to Piltover just recently. This is only what the press knows. Viktor's first visit to Piltover dates back to seven years ago.

"At this time, one of our famed scientists, Jayce, had gotten his hands onto a rare crystal. It was a very potent, very volatile mineral, capable of both creation and destruction. Viktor, hearing about it, came here as quickly as he could manage.

"Jayce wanted to harness the crystal's power to create, and Viktor, in a sense, wanted to create as well.

"Viktor, around this time, had all his credit for an invention stolen by a professor named Stanwick. This invention was a giant robot by the name of Blitzcrank. Blitzcrank set the groundwork for all modern robotics in both Zaun and Piltover. Anyways, the angered Viktor was dabbling into a new technology.

"He wanted to create a race of superhumans, or more accurately, a race of cyborgs. Half-man, half-machine, this race would be stronger, faster, smarter than the regular human.

"But to be able to sustain the mechanics, he needed a strong power source, and this is where Jayce's crystal steps in. It would provide a central power source to energize these superhumans.

"So he came to Piltover to convince Jayce to collaborate with him in what he called the 'Glorious Evolution'. When Jayce wouldn't work with him, Viktor wasn't happy. So he stole the crystal."

"Knew it!" Alba said.

"Anyways, this, in turn, angered Jayce, and he locked himself in his laboratory, inventing the famous Mercury Hammer. Equipped with it, he traveled to Zaun and used his Hammer to fight back for his crystal.

"But it was too late, as Viktor had already used the crystal to empower his creations: a third, robotic hand and a staff powered by a hex core fueled by the crystal. While Jayce still emerged victorious, it wasn't much of victory. And since then, Viktor has remained quiet.

"But recently, we received intel that Viktor has located a different power source, and has been successful in rallying more Zaunites into joining the Evolution. He has raised, essentially, an army. And the same intel has informed us of a series of attacks against Piltover. And to make things worse, Jayce has recently gone missing."

Both Urie and Alba's jaws dropped, shocked at the fact that the city they grew up and learned to love would be under attack. But two things was still off.

"Two questions. First, why did the newspaper print about the Evolution two days ago if it happened so long ago?" Urie queried.

"Most of the public never knew about the first attempt. This includes the press. Piltover government did what it could to cover it up to prevent panic. Second?"

"Hold on. Then wouldn't have people seen about the second in the paper?"

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow. "You really do want to know everything, don't you?"

"I do."

"Well, the paper on Elmore's desk is special. It's a paper circulated only to people involved with the first attempt, which includes myself. It's written by the undercover agent in Zaun and delivered wirelessly through a hidden airwave. Elmore's eyes are a little weak, so he prefers printing them to read them. And your actual second question?"

"Are you gonna do anything to defend the attacks?"

"The Piltover army is there. But it isn't enough. It's a strong army, don't get me wrong, but it isn't equipped to deal with an empowered cyborg force. Which brings us to my second point."

Caitlyn snapped her fingers again, three times this time, and the cart wheeled back out, collecting dishes as it went around the table. She stood up, crossed her arms behind her back, and paced.

" We've been developing a small militia of our own, led by the two of us." Caitlyn indicated to the large figure, who raised her head. It was a woman, around Caitlyn's age, with a scarred face and short, pink hair.

"This is Vi. It was her idea to raise a small militia of our own to be able to combat the Evolved. For weeks, we have secretly trained an army, recruiting members we see fit. Or those who accidentally found out about it."

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes at Alba, who smiled and laughed nervously.

"We call this militia the HAUNT. It originally stood for the Augmented Undercover Neutrality Team. The purpose was, as the name suggests, to create an undercover team of augmented soldiers to neutralize the threat. Vi insisted we add a H at the front to let us say 'HAUNT' instead of 'A-U-N-T' every time."

Alba leaned forward. "And we're in because we accidentally found out about it?"

"That you are, blondie. You two, if you wish, can join the HAUNT if you so desire."

Alba spoke again. "Do we have to go through special training or something?"

"Yes. You'll be trained to learn how to use some recently developed military technology. It's going to be an arduous process, but we must do what we can to fend the attacks off."

It was Urie's turn to talk. "And if we don't want to join?"

"No problems. We'll simply inject you with a memory wiping drug, and it'll cause you to forget all the things that happened within the last 24 hours."

Urie flinched. If it was the last 24 hours, that would include not just the Evolution, but the nightmare too. She wouldn't doubt herself again, and she'd be able to live like she wanted.

But what if the dream returned? She would go through everything all again: the nausea, the pain, the doubt, and the fear. If she forgot about it now, it'd only return to terrorize her dreams later. There was a reason people say it's now or never. Except never was later. So now or later.

Alba's excited comment stirred her back to reality. "So you in, Urie?"

"Um..."

"Oh come on, it'll be fun. If the HAUNT saves Piltover, we'll be heroes!"

She closed her eyes and sighed. She'd do it, only to prevent the nightmare from going away.

"Alright, I'm in."

A wide smile spread across Alba's face. "Same goes for me then." She put an arm around Urie and pulled her towards in. "We're in!"

"You sure look excited, Cait." Vi commented ironically.

It was obvious that Caitlyn found Alba's personality incredibly annoying, and very noticed but Alba. The blonde simply smiled away.

Urie had a few more questions. "So do we have to quit our jobs or something to be able to participate?"

Alba looked a little less happy about this. "I can't do that, I still have school to go to."

Alba took courses at the University at the evening, classes such as business management and economics. While she worked at the Brew Crew for the time being, her ultimate dream had been to open her own cafe. Urie had finished all the requirements to graduate, so she wasn't as particularly concerned.

Caitlyn noticed the blonde's expression. "There isn't a need for that. HAUNT meetings will be held at obscure hours, mostly in the night. Currently, we are only in the stages of basic training. Official training will be held once the war has been declared."

"And this opened the wayfor Urie's second question. "And how will we know when these meetings are?"

Another reply came her way. "You'll get a small watch-like device. It'll notify you when the new meeting is held. And speaking of , Vi?"

Vi pulled out the two devices and tossed them to the girls. Alba caught hers, while Urie dropped hers. They were both black watches, with one exception. The face wasn't a clock, but rather blank. As they looked into it, both watches flashed, causing both girls to flinch.

"The watches are now permanently yours. When a new date has been set, it'll vibrate lightly. The watches have read your corneas, and they'll only show the date when you girls look into it. Otherwise, it'll remain blank." Caitlyn said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"And does that conclude your questions?"

"So we have to commit full-time when the war officially starts?"

"Correct. Which means you'd have to put your job and education on hold."

Alba had something to say about that. "But my classes would -"

Caitlyn held out a finger to silence her. "If the war is won, your education will be paid for by the government."

She quieted down.

Caitlyn turned to face them, her arms crossed. "Any final questions?"

Silence.

"Alright then. Let me remind you, no one is to know about this besides you two. Your orientation will be at the first meeting."

This signaled the end of this talk. Alba and Urie stood up and walked to the door. Caitlyn followed behind them. "Well, see you at the office tomorrow, Urie. I'll see you at the next meeting, Alba."

Alba smiled and waved at the sheriff as she walked away from the house. "Bye!"

Caitlyn sighed and closed the door behind her.

"Well this is fun, isn't it?" Alba immediately began to speak.

"We're not allowed to talk about it, remember?"

"Shoot. Fine. Hey look, it's snowing!"

While they were inside, snow had indeed begun to fall. Soft flakes descended from the sky, silently landing at their feet. One landed on the tip of Urie's nose, and she reached up to wipe it off, when something hit the back of her head. She turned around, and Alba was staring away from her, her arms behind her back. When she saw Urie, she looked like she was innocent.

"Give me a second, Alba."

"For what... oh." She tensed as Urie prepped a snowball.

"I'm gonna get you back." She threw it,and Alba began to run.

"It wasn't me, I swear!" Alba ducked down, picked up her own snowball, and threw it back. "It was those kids, for real!"

She was pointing at the arms of kids sticking out from behind trees.

"GET EM!" Alba shrieked, arming herself with another snowball. The kids screamed and began to run.

Inside, Caitlyn looked out the window at the fight outside. She turned around and sat down across from Vi. "They don't seem the least bit concerned that Piltover might be destroyed soon."

"Well, they might as well have all the fun they can right now. It's gonna go away soon." Vi stood up and her gauntlets began to click with gears repositioning.

"You know Vi, I'm a little jealous of them. I've been so swamped with everything going around, I haven't had fun in the last couple of years."

Something small hit Caitlyn on the cheek, a drop of dressing from the meal earlier.

"Did you flick that at me, Vi?"

Vi smiled and shrugged, then walked away.

Urie returned to her place after saying goodbye to Alba at the station. She had been through a lot over the last two days, and she wanted nothing but to rest.

Since it was winter, the sun set early, providing zero light from the windows. She didn't bother turning the lights on, and she laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

So, she was now part of a militia. She was going to help defend the city from an attack. And she didn't know when it would hit, and for all she knew, it could be tonight, next week, or next year.

And the dream. Oh, the dream. She could still see it, the disgusting entity behind the door. She could remember seeing her face in the mirror, the cold walls of the bathroom she slumped in, and the quiet breathing of Alba that remained constant through all this.

But she was done with it. Her worrying wouldn't help her conquer her fears, so she just needed to get over it. She sighed, then turned on her side and looked at the clock. 5:58. It wouldn't normally be dark, but it was winter, and the sun set quickly in the winter at Piltover.

She closed her eyes and laid there, ready to go to sleep. Outside, the nightlife bloomed slowly, filling the streets with a buzz of excitement. Urie ignored all this, distracted in her own thoughts.

The clock kept going in the dark, from 6:00, 7:00, 8:00, 9:00, 10:00, 11:00. Urie opened her eyes again and saw the clock at 12:01. She had laid still with her eyes closed for the last six hours, but couldn't sleep. She only grew more exhausted.

Her mind began to process her thoughts once more, cconversing with itself.

" Why can't I sleep?"

" Maybe you're to excited about the HAUNT."

" Ehh... Am I just not tired?"

" Nope. Can't be. You're tired and you know it."

" Yeah, I guess. I've done nothing in the last six hours in bed, I should be more than asleep by now."

" But you know why you can't sleep."

" I do?"

" Yup."

" I'm worried about if we get attacked?"

" Nope."

" I'm worried about something I saw today?"

" Closer. Go a little more back."

" Nope. It's not the dream. I'm over it."

" Are you really? Or are you jusf repressing it?"

" I'm not repressing it..."

" You are. Trust me."

" I'm not."

" You are."

" I'm not. "

" You-"

" I'M NOT!" Urie screamed. She buried her face in her pillow, eyes watering. Her mind told her that she was over it, but her subconsciousness was right. She was repressing it.

" Now that I think about it, I think ignoring is a better word."

" Please stop."

" You're pathetic. One bad dream has you in shambles, you've completely fallen apart! You're PATHETIC "

" Go away."

" Why? So you can cry yourself to sleep and live in a lie? I'm you. I wouldn't lie to you "

" Shut up."

" Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic. You can't handle the truth cause it's not what you want it to be. Oh, I got another word just for you. You. Are. A. Wreck."

Urie cried into her pillow, ashamed of herself. Nothing her mind could do would console her, every last word from her subconscious self was correct. She was pathetic. She was trying to live a lie. She was a wreck.

Her suite soon turned silent, with no detectable sound around. Urie laid in bed, afraid to think or sleep. If she thought, she would only see how much more of a pathetic excuse she was. She was afraid of sleep, because the dream might return.

Urie remained awake, whispers of the truth haunting her.

A/N: I did promise it'd get more intense, and I thought it got more intense. Some deep looks into Urie, to really give her a much more developed identity. I really got some feels and Vanilla coca cola going through me as I wrote it. Haven't really decided on what to write about for 3, maybe more into Urie, could be about Alba. Will take at least two days to write the next one, depending on the sheer amount of homework. We'll find out soon :3