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I opened my eyes to a darkly lit room, except I knew it wasn't a room. I had been here before, many times. In my dream. This time it wasn't a dream, I didn't automatically stand up and charge at the metal bars I knew were at the end of the room. I sat and stared at the damp, dark dungeon around me. I could feel it, deep down in my bones and in my core, I was alone. Despairing in my own little fantasy world/nightmare come true. I closed my eyes and tried to recall the moments after the freefall and had a hazy recollection of a sweet smelling cloth being pressed against my mouth. Chloroform. Okay so this guy wasn't going to beat me to death but seriously, chloroform is toxic. I could get cardiac arrhythmia! Not that I really know what that is but I read it on the internet so it must be true! I stood up and walked towards the other end, where the bars were. It was strange, like I knew that I should be doing what my dream showed. I should be running like an idiot trying to break down the metal bars with my shoulder right now, and yet I felt as though something about the demeanor of this place had changed. Every step I took echoed off the walls and a small draft from somewhere leaked in and chilled me down to my bones. Just the thick, humid air around here was enough to make me feel like I was choking. I closed my eyes and went to my happy place. Or my slightly less depressing place. Whatever you want to call it, but I couldn't seem to get him out of my mind. The guy, why wasn't he here? Was here even the same place as my dream? If this was the same place, was that confirmation that the guy was real. I frowned in my head, I wish I could use his name. If only I kne- My eyes tore open as I collided face first with the metal bars. OW! I muttered some things my mother would have definitely grounded me for. I had been walking without thinking and kind of forgot where I was. I rubbed the forming bruise and blinked away tears. I would have to start counting how many injuries I was getting, I might be able to sue someone at some point. I gripped a pole with my hand and glared forward at the area outside my cell. It was much smaller than the space I had, three times smaller! There wasn't a staircase or even a door. How is this possible? There was a small barred window set high up on the wall, and a cot in the corner. It was then that I noticed who was lounging in said cot.

"Hey sleeping beauty!" He called looking up from a novel, a smirk on his face. "How was your nap?" I stared at him, astonished at his light, airy attitude. It was definitely him but he seemed different. He wasn't the same person. That is, he looked like him but he didn't feel like him. He got up and I once again realized how much taller he was than me. "Your still so small. I like your hair though, it's really cute."

He slipped his hand through the bars and rested it on my head. I gasped as visions flashed through my eyes. It was all I could see, all I could hear. Voices, and screaming, there was a lot of screaming. I closed my eyes but it wouldn't end. There were people everywhere, dying. It was immeasurably terrifying. Then, all at once, it faded to black, leaving me collapsed on the ground and shaking. I willed my eyes open, my breathing reaching it's peak. Little squeaks leaked through my lips as I gasped for air. Freaking asthma, freaking dumb asthma! I sat up on my elbow as my vision cleared enough to see his face. I was crying. This felt kind of familiar.

"What are you?" I whispered in my dramatic way, my voice wavering. "Why are you keeping me here?"

"My name is Nick and I'm not the one keeping you here, my dad is." He crouched down and stared into my eyes, all traces of humor gone. "Besides, I'm the one behind bars not you." I pondered that for a second. It made some sense, but why would a father lock up his own son? I had just met my old man not so long ago. Of course, it's kind of hard to keep track of time down here in the dark so it could be midnight for all I know. I could be dead for all I know! No, I'm not very optimistic but even I can't believe that the afterlife would suck this bad.

"I didn't ask for your name." I hinted. He quirked an eyebrow of incomprehension. "It's you who's been sending those visions to me, isn't it." He nodded guiltily. "So why did you? Did you expect me to come and save you or something? I have to say, from this angle, you don't look much like a good guy."

"Yeah, I suppose I don't." He thought for a second before continuing. "I'm not so sure I am the good guy, but I don't want to be the bad guy. I also never expected you to save me. I still don't."

"So what your saying is that you can't do the cheesy laugh?" He rolled his eyes, the smile returning.

"Let's just say we're not in Kansas anymore Dorothy." He reached up to brush some hair out of my eye but let his hand fall to his side.

"What do you mean by that?" I said, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Jump city isn't nearly as forgiving as Gothom. The lines here are a lot more blurred." I gave him the same blank stare I give my Algebra teacher. He sighed. "I feel like I'm explaining to a two year old! Okay, slowly this time. This is Jump city, not Gothom. Gothom is, what, an hour away? There are lots of bad people in this city, like my dad and Slade. Not everyone is a superhero, a villain, or a victim. I am neutral."

"Okay two questions. Who is Slade? And are you about to make a cheesy Twilight reference?"

"I don't care who's a vampire and who's a werewolf. I am SWITZERLAND!" He said dramatically.

"Bella would be proud." He rolled his eyes again. This was going to be a long night for both of us.

High school is LOOOOONG! That chapter was SHOOOOORT! Really obvious Twilight reference. I TAKE ANONYMOS REVIEWS!