Sam's POV
Sam was standing on a battlefield. The aria had previously been a street in Death City but now the buildings lay in rubble.
Looking closer, Sam saw the wounded and unconscious bodies of DWMA students laying among the rubble. One student was still conscious and was trying to wake up their fallen partner without success. Sam tried to run to them but she tripped over something that was lying at her feet. Turning to see what she had tripped over Sam saw an unconscious boy covered in blood. He had shaggy lime green hair and a strange blue design on his left shoulder. He wore a sleeveless black jacket with lots of pockets and tan shorts. On his hands he had fingerless gloves. For some reason Sam felt immense sadness at seeing him laying there, unmoving.
Suddenly, a large roar shook the ground and Sam looked for the source nervously. The source of the roar was a giant demon that looked like a cross between a lion and a bull. It's eyes glowed red and it had long blades sprouting from its back.
Lifting its head the daemon sniffed the air. Catching her sent it began to lope in her direction. Sam tried to run away but the demon was much too fast. However, before the demon could reach her, she was swallowed by the ground and by darkness.
Sam woke up with a scream. Sitting up she looked around to confirm that she had come back to reality. At the end of her bed sat a boy with lime green hair and a tattoo on his shoulder... Sam gasped. He was the same boy who she had tripped over in her vision.
"You...!" Sam started, then cut herself off short. I can't tell him. She thought. Otherwise it'll be like last time.
"What, awake already" The boy asked turning to Sam. When Sam looked down at her hands embarrassed she saw that they were shaking. Apparently, so did the boy.
"You alright?" The boy asked kindness in his violet eyes. Sam shook her head slightly.
"Bad dream?" The boy asked.
"Kind of." Sam answered.
"Want to talk about it?" The boy asked. "I'm something of an expert on scary things." Sam looked at him warily .
"Shouldn't I know your name before confessing my innermost thoughts?" Sam asked.
"I'm sorry for not introducing myself." The boy said with mock disbelief. "I'm Quicksilver."
"I'm Samantha." Sam replied. "Call me Sam."
"How about that dream then?" Asked Quicksilver.
"Ok." Sam said debating how much she could tell him. Deciding on a vague version of the truth Sam said."I dreamed that a demon attacked and destroyed Death City." Quicksilver gave a chuckle and smiled.
"Don't laugh!" Sam muttered, annoyed. "You wouldn't be laughing if you had had that dream."
"What? Scared of a dream?" Quicksilver asked.
"Yes!" Sam cried. Please. Sam thought. Let it not come true, just this once.
"Well, then how scary was this demon to make you freak out so much? What did it look like?" Quicksilver inquired.
"It was huge. It was like a large male lion with bull horns and its eyes glowed red." Sam began to shake and she tried to close her eyes against the memory.
"It's imposable for a demon to get inside Death City, you should know that!" Quicksilver said. "You're just a coward." Sam flinched as if she'd been slapped. When he saw that he had lashed out at her Quicksilver immediately relented.
"I'm sorry." Quicksilver said. "I didn't mean that."
"Get out!" Sam said.
"I'm trying to apologize." Quicksilver tried.
"Just get out." Sam said, sounding defeated. "I need to be alone."
Quicksilver glanced at Sam guiltily and left the room.
Quicksilver's POV
As soon as Quicksilver was out of the nurses office he sagged back against the wall. There's no way. Quicksilver thought. That dream, there's just no way that dream is posable. He told himself this many times but he still couldn't get the memory out of his mind. The fire, the demon, and the voice that had convinced him that it was his fate.
Eventually, the shaking stopped and Quicksilver stood up straiter. He adjusted his jacket and covered his fear with a sardonic grin.