Magnus was torn. Lie, or tell the truth? Magnus could lie. He was a very good liar, and he wanted to lie. But was it better to tell the truth?

Perhaps they would be lucky. Beat the odds and make it alive. No, that was just wishful thinking. If he told the truth they would just both die.

There was a chance to keep Alec alive if he lied. He had taken enough from the other. "You could just leave here and go die on you own" "Shut up Red!" Magnus yelled at the voice "what do you know anyway?" he asked his voice more controlled even as his hand curled into fists. "If I told you 'nothing', whose fault would it be?" the voice answered.

Magnus couldn't answer that because it would tend to incriminate him. The voice continued, "But I do know something. You might tell him the truth, because otherwise he'll cry himself to sleep every night. You know why? He'll think you didn't want him anymore. Perhaps he'd even commit suicide-"

"He wouldn't." Magnus whispered, "Not for me, I'm forgettable, unnecessary. He'd move on, meet someone else. Be happy, alive."

"Gold, Gold, Gold, how naive you are." The voice laughed.

"Perhaps you don't want to tell the truth because you don't want him to meet me" it asked masking malice with sugar spun sounding curiosity.

"I don't want my worst enemy to meet you"

"What an impolite thing to say, were you beaten often as a child?"

Magnus flinched "you would know better than I" he hissed, his voice clipped like ice.

The voice was silent

Then it spoke,

"Do whatever you like. This won't end well for you either way"

It seemed to think for a moment

"Believe me, as soon things heat up, we'll be doing what I want."

"I wonder what I'll do when I get my hands on your little Nephil"

Wanted to punch this taunting Non-(he was trying to convince himself) entity in his head. Laughter echoed through the black void between dreams. One that Red had created to just torment him.

Magnus curled inwards onto himself, covering his ears instinctually, but this was not a voice you could block out.

He almost welcomed the next nightmare waiting in line, because as it enveloped him, the laughter began to fade. However, it didn't fade fast enough to keep him from hearing: "your days are numbered Gold" proclaimed in a voice that sounded

A lot like his own.

So there it is kiddies. This could be the end of this story, unless you review and tell me how you want me to progress with this. I have two endings. Each is spurred by Magnus decision to either lie or tell the truth. I can post both in separate sequels, or I can just post them alternating on this story. It's very much up to you guys and gals. If no one says anything, I'll flip a coin, or maybe even drop the story.

Yes I realize I'm stooping to threats, but I want to know how you'd rather read it. You guys will have to be the ones reading it in the end not me.

C'mon just tell me, I'll be glad to oblige to anything you ask. Review whore, remember