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Chapter 8

The next time I end up in a weird Chase dream, I'm only conscious of the fact that I'm standing to the right of him. He actually seems like he's completely unaware of my presence, which relieves me and confuses me all at the same time.

He actually looks quite pleasant right now. He's smiling and talking about something, a warm orange glow reflecting off his face. He looks like he must be charming the pants off of some poor soul. When I blink, it's like the scenery suddenly appeared around him. And to be honest, it probably did because I must have spent a solid 30 seconds aware of this… boy who has been a part of my nightmares for a while now.

Looking around, I recognize this place. We're standing at one of those parties at the Dells. He's standing in a group with Aaron, Kira, Sarah, Kate, Aaron's cronies and the Sons; it looks like he's stopping Aaron from doing something stupid to Caleb. Everything is strangely muted and I wonder why I'm seeing this moment. Am I making it up or did this really happen?

Shaking away the thought, I study each of the guys. Pogue somehow manages to look disinterested, Tyler and Caleb look annoyed and pissed off and Reid looks like he's up to no good. Moving, I find myself behind Aaron, next to Kira. Before I can look away, Reid's eyes flash and burn like fire into a dark black before flashing back to his icy blue. Cronie number one (is his name Sean? I don't know, I never really cared for Aaron's friends very much….) projectile vomits into the back of Aaron's head.

And then I wake up.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly sit up in bed, just to groan and rub my temples. I am oddly awake and aware right now. There's no way this could have been real. I remember Jean talking about a moment like this that happened at the party. Maybe I'm just remembering what she said and dreaming about the way I imagined it.

Taking a deep breath, I look over at the clock.

2 in the morning.

Awesome.


My nights don't get any better. Where I used to dream about the people in my life doing strange things, I now dream about Chase. Never anything else. Just Chase-fucking-Collins.

It's like I know him better than myself now, just because of these stupid dreams. He's able to make people think that he's this fantastic nice guy when he's really just a monster. He was an orphan in the system until he was 13. A troublemaker by the standards of us normal people, he never stayed in one house too long. When he got his powers at 13, they were out of control. He didn't know what he was doing and it calmed him down a bit. I can tell that this is the point where he realized that he was growing up to be very handsome and he could charm the pants out of anyone he wanted to.

So troublemaker Chase Collins became charming-I-can-do-anything-I-want Chase Collins and he went off and found his biological father. Through Chase's eyes, I learned about Using in my dreams.

Using is an old ancient magic. His father spoke of it with so much hate because of his lack of guidance. I watched his face as he talked about the five families and how they banished the Putnam line for wanting to "bring humanity up to the best it could be." He seemed like a very nice man, just old and on his deathbed. He spoke of how the banishment of their family led to him having to learn how to control his powers on his own.

In the midst of Chase's talks (lessons?) with his father, he was adopted by a lovely couple.

I've had no choice but to keep a dream diary of everything I dreamt. Everything came out of order and every time I woke up from one, may it be a day dream or in sleep at night, I feel significantly weaker. The couple that he was adopted by was the same couple I watched him murder in cold blood on his 18th birthday in my dreams. I watched him Use to manipulate his way into Spenser Academy. I watched him hate the Sons while he charmed his way into being his friends with them and I could feel the hate taking over my own heart.

I don't know what's happening anymore. The amount of interactions I have had with Chase in dreams has been at absolute zero. I don't interact with him. I am him. And since I am him in my dreams, my view of the boys are kind of skewed.

Are their families bad people who banished a family just for wanting to bring out the good in people? My heart and brain screams that there's something wrong; something missing. I don't trust anything that goes on in Chase's head, but I know I can trust everything I've seen in my dreams.

Something magical is happening and I think I've just gotten myself pulled in without even trying.


Completed: July 2, 2015

Edited: -

Published: July 2, 2015

Author's Note: I know this is a short chapter. But it's an interlude of sorts. I didn't know how to go about making the dreams happen in a non boring way (this is the most boring chapter to write out of all of them), so I decided to go with a timeskip. Boom. Look for the next chapter today or tomorrow (I made a mistake; I started editing it. u_u)