2 weeks after
Manchester
She couldn't sleep the nightmares kept her from doing that it was the same nightmare over and over. People she loved and cared about being hurt by this monster and was too late to help. It was one of her biggest fears not being there in time when the people she loved needed there. It was something she didn't want to expirenece not again would lose people because she was too late. She stumbled upon the scene her home was caved in, small craters were left behind from prior battles, and the bodies of her friends littered across the lawn. What caught her eye was the sight of a beast holding Peter by the throat with it's tendril apply more force each time he fought back. It stared directly at her cracking a small smile with it's maw then a loud crack echoed in her head. The monster snapped Peter's neck Margaret covered her mouth in an attempt to muffle her whimpering. She traded her sadness for rage rushing in with nothing but her barefist throwing a punch. Nothing happened for a while until tendrils coiled around her legs and pulled them out from under her. Two more bounded her hands together the beast moved it's face towards the girl till they were inches apart. It remained like that for what seemed like minutes until the beast opened it maw releasing a screech. That's when she woke up from her dream everything felt normal her house was intact, her face wasn't bitten off, Xing was still knocked out on the couch. Something had to be done this dream felt too real to be just a dream so perhaps the others knew.
Petersburg
He tried to fight it but the creature was too strong and defeated him. The beast then attacked his friends due too his failure to protect him. That's when he realized his worst fear not being strong enough for the people he cared about. In the dream he was left bloody and broken even struggled to see correctly. He could hear his friends calling out his names until sickening cracks silenced their cries. The rage began to multiply deep within him he slammed his fist into the ground using every swear in the book. One of the shadow monsters stared down at him cracking a smile. It's look taunted him and even broke out into a low chuckle then began to assualt him. It placed a foot on top Dmitri's head forcing it into the concrete soon enough blood moved past his him. The foot was removed and Dmitri was turned over his first instinct was to feel his head noticing blood leaked from his forehead. Tendrils coiled around Dmitri's wrist hoisting him into the air the darkbeast sent a punch into his side. Blood pooled from his mouth and his eyes became heavy the beast let out a small groan as another tendril appeared. This tendril was sharper than the others it touched the center of his chest. It drew back and nothing happen for what seemed like an eternity then the tendril shot forward he awoke at that point. It took a moment to figure out it was just a dream once he came to that conclusion Dmitri knew the Elders had to hear this.
Boston
Oscar jolted forward gasping for air his tightened chest constricted his breathing as if it were a snake coiled around him. He felt a burning sensation through his veins making the blanket unbearable to be under. Oscar couldn't go back to sleep not because he couldn't but because of that dream. That dream was something that struck Oscar to his core it was the thought of him being alone in an empty world. He'd walk around the desolate ruins of Boston and call out for everyone he knew but there was no answer. Oscar was afraid of being alone often viewing himself as the weakest link on the team but those thoughts transferred to other things as well. It caused him to rely on others what would happen if Peter, Brock, or Jayson wasn't there to help him. What if Bellona even couldn't help him he couldn't live on by himself. He couldn't fight these monsters not if he were by himself he probably couldn't fight them with help. He stood before the shadow creatures though his fist were raised he had no intention to fight. A Darkbeast that felt very familiar approached it's tendrils flowed from it's back and moved on their own accord. Oscar's body locked up in fear as the beast inched closer and closer what was left of his will to fight left his body quickly. Once the two were face to face the Darkbeast placed two sharp claws onto Oscar's chest then faster than a blinking eye. The claws folded back into the hand forming a fist punching Oscar sending intense pain throughout his body. Once that happen he awoke feeling the area he was just struck in. On one hand he was glad it was just a bad dream but on the other hand he knew there was some reality within the dream.
AN: Another one down were going place with this story eventhough it was supposed to be a one shot collection. That's all I really have to say.
Here's a inspirational quote
"I'mma go to Starbucks, in the mornin' for some coffee If it ain't a girl there, I won't buy no damn coffee" - No one gives a shit 2145-6699