Enjooooy!

Late at night, Analisa tossed her head while she slept. The nightmares darkened every corner of her mind and she had nowhere to run.

She walked in a dark woods, pushing away dead branches. She came to a beautiful clearing where sunlight washed over the swaying grass. She saw Michael sitting in the grass gazing at the clouds with her baby boy.

'Oh, John, my baby!' She exclaimed in delight. They little boy looked at her and a smile spread across his face. 'Momma!' he shouted, getting up and running into her arms.

Michael smiled and started walking toward them. He stopped suddenly and he gazed ahead, anger and horror in his eyes. Analisa turned to see what he was staring at. She gasped when she saw Andre standing there, pointing a gun at Michael.

'Andre! No!' She screamed. Andre just smirked evilly and pointed the gun at Little John in her arms. 'No!'

All she heard before she woke up was a gunshot and her baby's screaming fade.

She screamed and sat up, panting. She felt Michael hug her tightly, stroking her hair from her face.

'What happened, baby?' He asked, worried. She looked at him, her eyes wet from tears.

'It was just a nightmare.' She whispered. 'He's gone.' She let the tears stream and the sobs escape. Michael pulled her into his arms and he kissed the top of her head. Her little baby was really gone...

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In the dark shadows of an alley, a man threw a beer bottle at the wall.

'I'll find her.' He growled quietly. 'She's mine.'

He stepped out onto the streets and he pulled out a picture. In the picture was a beautiful brown haired girl. 'You're my girl, Annie.' Andre whispered.