A/N: this is a short one. Just an FYI. And if you're reading this, guess what? LET ME KNOW!

NOTE: The deaf are also able to talk on the phone. There's special phones out there that translate words into text. Katrina is highly capable and doesn't sit around and mop all day so STOP BUGGING ME! Lol, I'm just kidding. Feel free to point these things out in a review or a PM.

So, here goes...

Name: Zeyphr

Location: Florida

Date: October 8th

The first thing I noticed was that everything felt right. Somewhere in the pit of my stomach, I felt prosperity. I proceeded to open my eyes, to discover bewitching blue skies. Fabulous, peaceful blue skies stroked with single feathery clouds. I was surrounded by the serene image of the alluring atmosphere. Looking down, I duly noted that I was levitating- but for some reason, it felt entirely natural. Looking ahead, I saw people I immediately recognized as my family. Just like my comics, they all had wings.

We were in a formation- but two were missing, and one didn't belong. The perfectly tan male was looking around fearfully, as if he was expecting something to explode in his face. The hazel eyed blonde was faking composure, even though it was pointless- anyone could see she was in ruins. I don't know how, but I knew it had to do with the missing two. I looked at the attractive yet pale strawberry blond male and the tall, African American girl and I knew who was missing- it was the dark, mysterious male and the girl who resembled Ariel.

Everyone was indulged in some sort of conversation, but I couldn't make out the dialogue. I wasn't really paying attention until we started our decent. We were headed toward a gray building, smack in the middle of Death Valley. As I laid my eyes upon the structure, shivers traveled down my spine. The girl, who was evidently the leader, didn't look scared at all. In fact, she looked rather ferocious. She seemed determined to destroy the place.

Our landing was surprisingly smooth, and we stood in a very cliché crime-fighting position. The girl didn't hesitate and proceeded to march forward, her curling into fists. She stopped abruptly, her lips curving into an 'o'.

She gasped and then looked at her feet, refusing to project the obvious shame and defeat. Surprised, I looked around. What could possibly scare her? She was infallible, indestructible. And yet she stood there on the verge of tears.

Then, I saw it. It was a silhouette holding a gun, its shadow stretched along the sand. The sun blinds me, preventing me from seeing its face.' Why would she be afraid?' I ask myself. Somehow, I know she's been through much worst. And then the silhouette shifts positions, allowing me to see its face.

Between 8 feet of pure white wings stood a small girl. Her head surrounded by a halo of bouncing blonde curls, her face decorated with a pair of glaring blue eyes, her lips pursed into a small tense smile, her skin radiating- causing her to look even less human. Her small finger wrapped tightly around the trigger, eagerly waiting for the perfect opportunity. Ariel.

"Angel." The hazel-eyed girl said. It wasn't a question, nor a statement or recognition. Everyone paused, waiting for a snarky comment or a little sarcastic rant- but none followed. Finally, I understood the strange tone intertwined with her voice; it was defeat. Was she really giving up? Was she truly hurt beyond repair?

Looking at her face, I could see she won't fight. Maybe she ran out of things worth fighting for.

Angel, or Ariel, pulled the trigger. Then, the leader gasps. A final scream of pure agony pierces through the warm air of Death Valley. Angel missed. I can feel a single warm tear sliding down my check.

At this point I wake up. Was everything a dream?

"No" I decide, looking in the mirror. My tears were real. So was my sweat.

I look down at my chest, where I find a familiar patch of scar tissue arranged in a perfect round formation, adjacent to the bullet. "And apparently" I think to myself "so was my blood".

Analyzing the dream is difficult. I can feel it's real, so it must have happened in the past- before my amnesia. Who is Ariel? Is the really this Angel person? Why did she want to shot the leader? Had she actually shot me?

Then, I realize the important missing puzzle piece. There was another person missing from this group; one that must have been replaced by the tan boy. Maybe he was the motive? Was Ariel trying to avenge him?

No, I have it all wrong. The girl's devotion to the cause. The boy's cowardness. It must have something to do with that.

Was I in any danger right now? No. If Ariel-or Angel- went through all this trouble to make me forget, why would they kill me? But the girl. She could very well be dead right now.

I don't know why this though affects me so much, but it does. I guess I loved her before all this. I can't help but wonder- is she safe?

Awww.. sweet Gasman. Don't you know she died a year ago?

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