Here's the deal. I'm going to give you this chapter, and then I want you to read the author's note VERY CAREFULLY. That's all I'm going to say.

SHATTERED MEMORIES

CHAPTER 6

Zane's POV

The battle field was covered in bodies. Many were in pieces, and those that were in one piece were badly mangled. As I walked along, the bodies became more and more demented looking, as if the attacker was becoming more and more reckless. I knew that I was really close to the maniac, because the kills were very fresh.

Then, just in front of me, I saw him. His back was to me, but I could clearly make out his outline. Udzir. But that was impossible. Edward had killed him; we had burned the body, and separated each individual ash. But then he turned around, and I saw how wrong I was. It was Udzir's body, but Joma's face. Behind him was quite possibly the most gruesome thing I had ever seen; Joma's body, but with the face completely ripped off, the insides of his skull hanging out like bloody party streamers

The perversion of my best friend smiled, and it was a maniacal, pure evil grin. He looked down at his feet. All of our friends lay there; David, Shay, Edward, Bella, Fausto, Ho, and Tachs, each one of them dead and burning. He then looked at the two people in his hands.

One was Qullen, and I gasped in horror as he held a lighter to her, making her erupt into flames. As her ashes blew away on the wind, he turned his attention to his other captive. Tally.

"NO!" I was not going to let him kill my love. I lunged, but too late, and watched as Joma crushed her head into bloody powder. My entire world shattered, and the only thing that went through my mind was to have him kill me too. I felt a heavy smash on the side of my head, and soon had my face in the dirt like a fly under a swatter.

The Joma-Udzir then grabbed me, speaking with Udzir's voice. "Now, it's your turn." I tensed, naturally afraid to die but accepting it as the only way to be back with Tally. He sensed my resolve, and laughed.

"Oh Zane, I'm not going to kill you. That wouldn't be very fair now, would it? Every one of your 'friends' had to deal with fact that you were dead. For years, they mourned over you, had to put up with the pain you caused them. Now, you get to feel what it's like to have everyone you held close be ripped from you."

"I'll kill myself. I'll stop changing into a wolf. You can't keep me alive!" The fire in my voice could have rivaled the pits of Hell. I knew exactly how everyone had felt when they thought I was dead. It was only because Maxwell had made me swear never to reveal myself that I never showed them I was still alive. The nights watching Tally toss and cry my name just about did kill me.

Udzir's voice sounded harsher then Dr. Cable's as it came from Joma's mouth, and successfully broke my wall of panic hiding hatred. "Oh, but I can, old friend. I can, and I will. You and me? We're going to have one hell of an eternity!"

The last thing I heard was a laugh that would have made 80's comic book villains jealous. Then, with Tally's blood smothering my face, my eyes slowly rolled back into my head, the blackness enveloping me like a cold blanket of pure isolation.

Now, please read the AN, would you kindly? Oh, and one more tasty tidbit, Zane isn't dreaming this.