Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight =/ Another update; I'll try and update as much as possible but I'm not promising I'm usually sleeping or getting ready to move. I'm so like uber excited! ^^ though I do know that my dad doesn't have internet =( but I can cope I know; Hope you like this story! Anyhow..you like this chapter.

I'll update when I can..Though I'm totally loving Fma:brotherhood =P

And thanks to the music of .hack//sign; .hack//liminality and FMA:brotherhood =) TIS THE BEST And the italic parts are part of the vision xD^_^ and did you think I'd show you the vision? I'm evil like that xD

Part 10

A stranger, a complete transformation in a mere moment but every moment meant something; and for Bella it seemed unreal, mistaken and sad. Sad that her life could never be as wonderful as she imagined, that she was living in some sort of nightmare. Nothing what they had to say about the future could persuade her otherwise. Then the thought arises from the back of her mind…

If she had never..

If she never was a difficult child then perhaps she wouldn't of been put to this-she wouldn't have to deal with this situation, but she knew nothing, and as far as she could tell, she didn't want to hear anymore. She would of rather of traded in her ears or worse, let them kill her. No future was worth this hell, this nightmare. But she did try to put on calmness, she did try to be strong, but every moment as she passed streets and people, her heart jumped out and she thought of crawling the window, and screaming. Screaming once again.

Screaming and fighting. Maybe she should die in that way; fighting for her life. Wouldn't that be admirable? But she didn't once let off, she merely stayed huddled in a corner, arms still raised, but they were so tired. So tired, her body kept saying, kept repeating, but there wasn't anything to worry about. Nothing at all. She wouldn't topple over; she wouldn't fall on her face. If a move was made, she was determined.

Probably more so than she realized.

"Bella-"

"She won't listen Alice. Forget it." Edward sneered climbing out of the car, thus leaving a reminder for Bella to grasp. She wouldn't listen. So what was the point of going to all this trouble? "Bella..please.." Alice offered a hand, but it was immediately slapped away.

"Bella.." There was sadness but it was pushed far back, and when it didn't seem nothing would progress, Alice used her force and grabbed Bella by the scruff of her collar. Much kicking and cursing followed. It wasn't easy to bend Bella, but it had to be done, even if the pressure was deplorable and much hated on both sides. Because Alice could see that it hurt Bella, and with some whimper, it probably worsen her mood.

It was like all control was being zapped away in the instance Alice took her, and Bella didn't like any of it…because her whole life was meant to fight this kind of lack of control. She meant to take her life back but it didn't seem it was possible. What did the future have for her? Did she really want to know?

Did she possibly want to find it out? Was it worth this? Did they have any other choice but to listen to this? Even if she considered this bullshit? Even if…?

Even if it didn't make any sense? Then she let the control go, and slowly she was carried away, the car, the only- the only-but words just failed her. They miserably sat at her feet, and yet there wasn't any chance of getting them back. She had to accept the loss and go on. But did she really want to see the future? Surely it couldn't be written in stone? Surely she could change it..right?

But Alice was acting like the future was already pre-determined and nothing can stop it; but could it be so terrible..That it warranted a kidnapping? (She believed it to be that..) That she had to be put into this spot? Was there any justice to anything? Yet she didn't stop noticing that there were others in the house, and they had taken a particular interest in her. What could it be?

What?

Did the faces reveal it?

Slowly Bella sat, but felt restrained to her spot. The faces all blurring and all coming to one point, in front of Alice's face. There the former friend sat, arms folded gently over the arms, and a calmness not expressed since the beginning. Bella attempted to open her mouth but she found nothing inside; where was this speechlessness coming from?

Could she overcome this?

"Bella, there is a reason as to why…we had to get you here.." Alice's voice was soft but intensified by each syllable. What was she trying to express here? What was she meant to say? Did it have any gravity?

"Because I've seen your future-"

Then it came back, the impetus; the impulsive and Bella broke out of the restraints and spoke with a booming voice. "Futures aren't meant to be set in stone-!" Maybe it could be change, maybe it wasn't over now- maybe if they saw it-if Alice saw- it could be fixed, whatever happened.

"Bella, take my hand."

"What?"

"Take my hand, please do it. I rather show you."

Show her..? What..? What was there to trust from Alice? Anything? And yet, she pushed herself to; yet she gripped that outstretched hand. Then sensations fizzed and flew around her, and the ground fell beneath her.

Blood; Blood; And anguish..

What was this? What was she..? Yet she saw herself..saw herself surrounded by flashes of light; flashes of feelings. Too many and they were permeating everywhere. Who did they belong to? Who did they belong to? And where were they going to? Anything?

Then screams. Someone was screaming but she couldn't tell. But she couldn't see but she experienced it all. Experienced the dying..experienced the headache. What..or where was it coming from? Was she meant to see this..or even…? What words did she have left?

What words?

What words? What feelings..?

Was there no escape?

And then falling..falling all around, and gasps for air; gasps for life. There was no more light..no more light and only darkness. Only…death..

And when it ended, Bella stared at every face, focusing back; focusing her heart over and realizing it was the worst kind of future. The worst kind of predicament; the worst future and was there any changing it?

What did she have to? Anything?

Anything?

Yet even if it wasn't clear, she'd have to make it so whatever she felt, wouldn't come true. She had to make it happen. But could she?