AN: Gosh, I am SO sucking up to you guys. 2 chapters in a matter of hours. It's a new record. Remember to give me ideas on how the flock is gonna die in the dreams! And tell me what you want to see in the story! KEEP ME AWAY FROM WRITERS BLOCK!!!

Disclaimer: You know the drill. This is the last Time ur gonna see this.

Claimer: No stealing my monsters!


(Max POV)

Jeb finally came back with the paper and pens, looking slightly curious. I was curious as well, wondering what the Voice was going to do.

Paper placed on the bed, my arm suddenly felt prickly, and it twitched. In front of my eyes, my arm moved.

On its own.

My eyes widened. I squeaked out, "You better not be able to do that to my entire body, Voice."

Nope. I can't possess someone fully, but I can control a body part. It's very tiring, though.

I saw the confused looks of everyone and explained what the Voice was doing, watching my arm pick up a pen and press it to the paper.

To everyone's shock, the papers glowed a brilliant white, and the ink of the pen bled out and changed colors. It spread and took shape into my dream.

The red eyes laughed at me from the ink.

I buried my face into Fang's chest and tried to clear my mind.

Max… You have to look at the picture so I can finish it. The Voice whispered in my mind. I shuddered and looked at the picture, watching it finish the details.

There it was. As clear as a picture, I could see the extent of my injuries in the picture, a huge gash in my stomach and a good part of my right shoulder ripped to shreds, my hair was caked in mud and dried blood. My face was ridden with claw marks and my throat was sporting bite marks. I was staring behind me with a horror-struck expression and tears falling down my cheeks.

Shit. I looked horrible.

Fang looked worse.

I'm not even going to get into how he looked. I'll just tell you it made me hide in Fang's shirt again. And knowing I'm not squeamish, it was definitely not pretty.

All around me, I heard sharp intakes of breath and Fang stiffened under me. I peaked up at him from my shirt. His normally stony face was slack in shock, glancing from me to the picture with wide eyes. Most of the flock's expressions were very similar.

Jeb's reaction was the most interesting. His face was stone stiff, staring at my dream (AN: does that even make sense?) with intense eyes. It was like… He knew what the monster was.

Like… He saw them before.

"Why do you look like you know what that thing is?" I demanded in a harsh whisper, pointing to the picture. The flock then stared at him, and Jeb shifted nervously.

"Nothing. But… I've heard of something very much like that before. It was in one of Itex's files." He explained quickly.

I took the time to glance at the clock; it was around midnight. I had to fight to keep my eyes open, and Fang, reading me like a book, noticed.

"Guys, go back to sleep. Max is ready to pass out." He ordered the flock. They obliged, but not before hugging me or ruffling my hair, in Iggy's case. Jeb just touched my arm briefly before walking out of the room, and then all had left except Fang.

"Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" He asked me suddenly.

I shook my head tiredly, mumbling, "It's okay. I think I'll be nightmare-free tonight. You need to sleep."

Fang moved me from his lap and placed me into my bed, pulling the covers over me.

Then he did something totally un-Fang-like and unexpected; He pressed his lips to my forehead, then left my room before I could even say anything.

…What? I thought groggily, then I was out like a light.

...And remember when I said that I was nightmare free?

I have never been so wrong in my entire life.


AN: MWAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! A little FAX for us worshippers. Who should be next to die painfully and horribly?! Remember, REVIEW!