For some reason I wasn't in my tent anymore. I was back in the School, lying on the floor wearing just a white undershirt and jeans. I was walking down the hallway, the lights flickering every time I pasted them. When I walked through the halls I always felt uncomfortable because I was in a building with crazy scientists, but this felt totally different. I felt cold, inside and out, and felt some kind of presence that made my heart beat like I ran for two days straight. I continued to walk down the hall and made it to the door of the squad's headquarters. I was about to open it but then I paused when I saw what was smeared on the door handle: blood.

Swear begin to tickle down my forehead; my breathing was audible enough to hear every breath in and out. I opened the door and inside the quarters was an unmemorable mess. Everything was destroyed; holes in the walls, furniture torn apart, black puddles around the place. I slowly walked through the catastrophe and for some reason; something was leading me my meditation room. It was like an invisible string was tied around me and I was being pulled towards the room. I made it to my meditation room, and there was blood spatter on door. I didn't enter the room right away. I must have been there for hours, for I can't remember how long I was standing by the door. At some point I was able to command my body to open the door, and it slowly opened, and inside I was a man, his back turned away from me with only a couple candles lighting the room. I saw his hands dripping with liquid.

I followed one drop to the ground and my eyes widen in horror. All four members of my squad was lying down on the floor, their wings no longer there, covered in blood, all staring at me lifelessly. The man started to turn and I heard a monstrous voice inside my head "I saved the best for last, Mitchell Skye…"

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"Mitch! Mitch, wake up! MITCH! WAKE! UP!"

I woke up to find myself waving my arms and screaming, but my mouth was covered by familiar soft hand, while the other was pinning down one of my arms. I stopped screaming and saw Lana looking straight down at me. Her emerald green eyes were calm, but they were full of concern. I stopped screaming and moving around, knowing I was scaring Lana. She let go of my arm and uncovered my mouth, and she asked "What's wrong? You were screaming like banshee until I came in here. Luckily everyone else is heavier sleepers than me."

I looked at my surroundings, and I was back in my tent. How can that be? It felt like I really was back in the School, I could even smell the blood in the apartment. How can all of that feel so real, but just a dream?

I leaned forward and put myself in a sitting position, with Lana moving over to give me space to get up. I looked at her and I said "I don't know why I was screaming. I was fast asleep and next thing you know you're on top of me. Great excuse to come into my tent wasn't it?" I grinned at the last part.

She narrowed her eyes, gave me half a frown and said "Mitch, I know you well enough to know when you are lying. So what was you dream about to scare you like that? I've never seen you like that in your sleep before."

My grinned faded quickly and then I told her "You say I was dreaming, but what I just experienced felt like it was real. I could feel and smell the things around me, which was something I hope never happens…"

Lana put her hand on top of mine, and she said "Well whatever you saw in your dream, I know for a fact that it won't happen, with your imagination and all,"

I smiled, and said to Lana that almost was a whisper "Thanks Lana, for coming to see if I was okay,"

She smiled back with those perfect teeth gleaming in the dark. Suddenly I realized something. "Hey, what time is it?" I asked her.

She looked at her glow in the dark watch and said "Half past five, why?"

"We should get going soon once the sun comes up, get an early spot to our destination."

"Where are we even going anyways?"

"Some place where we can get some tech to infiltrate the School and some toys to light it up like fireworks."

"And you know this place how?" she asked, unconvinced.

My grin reappeared and I said "The Internet is a wonderful invention, my dear Lana. Now If you don't mind I would like to get ready for our trip there."

She nodded and attempted to get up only to stumble on my sleeping bag and fall right on to me. I was now flat on my back, with Lana's face inches away from mine. We gazed into each other's eyes, both baffled at being the closest we have ever been.

I broke our sweet silence by saying "Comfortable?"

She snapped out of her trance, smacked my chest and said "Oh shut it. I tripped." And got off of my chest.

"Oh I know you did, just didn't know if it was intentional or not." I said with a wink.

She rolled her eyes and said "Like I said before, shut it" and she got out of the tent.

I laid back in my sleeper bag, smiling like a mad man, and sighed. I will never get bored of the 'hard to get' act.