A/N: Hey guys. Here's something…kind of…well…kind of new. I hope you like it. Oh and the last chapter was August 24, 2007, that's when it took place.

To Will: You may recognize the dream sequence…

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Chapter 2: Bloody Mess

London, England: December 23, 2009

There is still snow on the ground. Here, the sky is an ominous grey and charcoal color mixed with snow white. I see children play in the snow with rosy cheeks and poofy jackets. The toy stores are crowded to the point of unbearable stuffiness. The little ones press their faces to the windows of the candy stores. The mothers give them money to buy a treat or two and I see their little faces light up.

My apartment is cold now and Ellie is worried about the rain. Our blankets are filled with holes but we know we won't be able to replace them for a while. My brown coat and scarf are my refuge now. Sometimes, when the cold becomes too much, I wear my coat and scarf to bed as well, anything to keep warm.

Ellie took my shift this morning because I was running late and she has things to do tonight as well. Sometimes I don't understand how someone could have done something so horrible and yet someone would be so good to him or her. I don't understand why people are kind to me, especially Ellie.

The slush under my boots crunches as I walk down Wellington to Parson's Coffee. The cold air nips at my ears and nose and I shove my hands into the pockets of my coat to keep warm. The cars honk at one another as the light turns green and one man begins to yell at a woman who is too busy talking on her cell-phone. By the time she finally notices him, he's practically pounding his dashboard in rage, she shoots him the bird and executes a sharp left turn leaving him to whack his head on his steering wheel in frustration. I smile inwardly at the chaos-taking place around me.

A man and women with their baby walking down the street smile at me and I grin at the baby who is all bundled up with only his two little eyes, his nose, and small black curls peeking out of the warm blue blanket. He has his mother's pretty blue eyes and his father's curly black hair. His eyes scrunch up and, even though I can't see his mouth, I can tell he's smiling.

I walk passed the tailors, the supermarket, the paper store, and finally I arrive at Parson's.

The warm air engulfs me as I open the door and walk in. Ellie rushes up from behind the counter and almost trips over someone in her haste.

"Thank god you're here." She pants. "I have to go pick up Skyler and I still haven't gotten a new pillow. Here." She takes off her apron and hands it to me. "I'll be at the apartment all day, but I'm taking Skyler to his Uncle's at 6:00pm. I have a date with Sam at 7:00pm but I should be home by 11:00pm." I nodded.

"Ok, Ellie." I took the apron from her hands and gave her a quick hug before she ran out the door. I walked behind the counter slipping my apron on.

"Hey." Alex said. His eyes half closed as he clung desperately to his coffee.

"Hey."

He yawned and took another sip of coffee before heading off to the back, presumably to take a nap. Well, this is wonderful.

"Oi, heads up!" Taylor tossed a rag at me. I caught it absentmindedly. "Wash the counter down for me, would ya?" She asked. Clearly I wasn't the only one who noticed we were short-staffed.

I wiped down the counter with the rag and then started on the tables. Parson's Coffee was a small Café. It was owned my Mr. Parson, a small man with a potbelly, bald spot, gaunt cheeks, but an overall cheery face; and had been in his family for 53 years. The walls were a warm orangey-yellow color and even from the outside it looked warm and inviting. It had old wooden tables and a long counter that ran almost the entire length of the wall. Mr. Parson made sure that it was always warm, especially during the winter. He was a very kind man who gave the little children chocolate and cocoa on Christmas or when it was especially cold outside. Some of them pressed their faces against the glass to say 'hi' everyday when walking home from school. All the children and their parents loved him and all of the customers ended up in a good mood because of the general atmosphere of the place.

However, even a man like Mr. Parson has his faults. Mrs. Parson had died no more than a year ago and Mr. Parson was still in shock. Every so often he would slip a tad too much brandy into his coffee or stay out late at the pub down the street. He was like a father to us, so naturally when we found him passed out on the cot in the back; we would bring him warm coffee and aspirin. Even in his times of great despair, he was always a gentle caring man… just a bit more drunk.

When I finished with the tables, I grabbed a mop and quickly wiped down the floor. I heard the light ding of the bell as someone walked through the door. Putting down the mop, I walked behind the counter to help Taylor.

Taylor, second oldest of us, the employees, (next to Ellie) was nice, if just a bit too serious. She obviously wanted to get the work done and get out of here and didn't take to Mr. Parson as much as the rest of us did. She was clearly disapproving of his drinking habits, and although he couldn't blame her, Mr. Parson was hurt by her negative attitude towards him. Taylor was the bossiest of the 6 of us. Besides Ellie and Taylor, there was Alex, Skyler, Cora, and Adam. Alex, a bit of a 'slacker', as Taylor referred to him, was 17 and a partier. He would stay up all night, every night, doing who knows what and walk in like the living dead the next day. Then Erin, his girlfriend, would hand him his morning coffee and criticize his habits, he would nod accordingly and she would leave. Everything livened up a bit after she left because no one was particularly fond of her; especially Cora, who was obviously into Alex, who was as clueless as he was tired.

Then there was Skyler. Ellie and Skyler were extremely close. Skyler's mom, who was a crack addict, basically dumped Skyler into Ellie's family when he was seven. Ellie, who was twelve at the time, took a liking to Skyler and they were practically siblings ever since. He considers her like a mother/sister figure while she thinks of him more as a little brother. Even though his life was completely screwed up, he had pretty much moved on about the rejection he received from his mother, and loved her far more than he had ever loved his mum.

Adam was an insane. Basically he was an intense skater with the mental capacity of a peanut, but we put up with him anyway. He told us he was an undiscovered genius, and, he said he was, and I quote: 'a flower waiting to bloom', end quote. Poetic. We were almost positive that Adam was dropped on his head repeatedly as a child, judging by the fact that Elena, his sister, was getting an award in her progress in the areas of physics and chemistry and his father and mother were both software designers for Microsoft. While Adam was positive there was a developing genius inside of him, the rest of us considered our selves lucky that he at least had a good sense of humor and had 'wicked skizills' or so Alex called them, on a skateboard. That was sure to get him very far in life.

Essentially we all were fairly close and got along pretty well. They accepted me for the most part, but most importantly, they didn't badger me about my past, that was the only reason this arrangement had worked out thus far.

As soon as I was behind the counter, Taylor put me to work. Our regular morning coffee goers were flocking in and, seeing as we were short staffed, I was extra busy. A bit of the coffee I was pouring got on my exposed arm and burned the skin. I cringed and put the coffee pot down. Rinsing it lightly with cool water, I got back to work. There were tables to be waited on, orders to take, and drinks to make, and people to please. Thankfully, Adam and Alex decided now was the time to pitch in. I tossed aprons at the both of them and they slipped them on and started off towards the tables. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I walked into the back room and sat down on the old sofa.

We usually came here when work was slow or if we were extra tired. Yawning, I laid my head against a moth eaten pillow. Sitting quickly upright, I avoided falling asleep. Even though the fatigue was almost unbearable, I was afraid to close my eyes for fear of what I would see. I had been having a recurring dream that sometimes kept me up for days until, once again; the need to sleep was overwhelming. I had been avoiding closing my eyes at all costs but I knew it wouldn't last.

I felt myself drifting lazily into a light sleep and had a slight jolt of fear before I was pulled under…

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I was at the top level of a deserted parking complex, the air was chilly and my hair whipped at my face with the wind that sent shivers down my spine. I had a view of the city from where I was standing, but had no idea which city it was. The sky was grey and bleak but had an undercurrent of violence to it.

Heavy footsteps sounded from my right as I turned slowly to face him. He came toward me with a dusty brown suit and a hat that had a hole in it's left side. He walked at a casual pace but each step was one with utmost importance. With one hand behind his back, he approached me. His face bore an unfriendly smile showing his missing teeth. I wanted so badly to smack that sneer of malicious amusement off of his cruel face.

I saw silver as he brought his hand around, almost as if he was to shake my hand. I looked at his hand and saw that he gripped a long, 8 inch, silver knife. A shiver of fear racked my body as I thought differently of his intentions, but he made no move to attack. Instead he offered the knife and I took it from him. I had to. He motioned for me to leave.

I sprinted from the building, but heard the sound of quickly approaching wings behind me.

I pushed myself harder and began to feel the strain in my calves and thighs. The rain began falling from the sky in heavy sheets, pounding on me. I pushed my short hair out of my eyes and continued running.

Tripping, I felt a searing pain in my left calf where a shard of glass from a broken bottle had wedged its way in. Ripping it out, I quickly picked up the knife that had skidded away from me in my trip.

I picked myself up and continued running. The cut in my calf burned with each step but I pushed harder.

The flapping of wings behind me was getting louder so I picked up the pace until my breath came in small gasps and my legs burned with a thousand suns. I saw a dark figure ahead of me and ran faster. A barbed wire fence blocked my way and I quickly scrambled over managing to acquire several cuts. I turned a corner and stopped to catch my breath.

A glint of silver caught my eye and I looked down at the knife. It was stained with dark crimson blood. Looking down at my body, I saw a bloody mess. My entire torso was covered in scars, cuts and gashes that were oozing blood. It seeped through my pant legs as well and I quickly noticed the scars and cuts on my arms and wrists as well. Letting out a small scream, I turned and became face to face withhim

I could see the anger, revulsion, worry and remorse in his eyes, but before he could open his mouth to say anything, I plunged the silver butcher's knife into my heart. I could faintly hear the screaming.

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A/N: Hey guys. This chapter is quite important and is giving you an insight on the rest of the story and how some of the chapters will be written. Three things:

One: Remember to check the DATE of the entry (for example this chapter takes place in London, England on December 23, 2009.).

Two: Sorry about the wait, it won't be that long again. I will delete the Authors Note soon as well.

Three: The dream sequence is VERY important and there is a ton of foreshadowing in it. You may want to read it and the prologue over again.

Thank you everyone!

Reviews would be nice.