WARNING; if you do not like blood, stop reading after the third paragraph line thingie. Seriously. I tried not to make it too bloody, but it's also pretty sad. I almost started crying when I wrote it. ALMOST, mind you.

The February Rose, XD, I was hoping that someone would have that reaction. And congrats on making the 40th review :D.

It was dark. Angel couldn't see anything, not a speck of light or the outline of an object. For some reason, she felt as if she was in a large space. She didn't move, afraid that if she made a noise, a hidden monster would jump out of nowhere.

"Angel." A soft voice said, shocking her.

The person was close. So close that she could feel warm breath caressing her ear and jaw.

"Angel. You have to leave them. You're too good for them. Come with me instead."

Angel felt a chill of realization as she recognized the owner of the voice.

"Get away." She said venomously, even though fear was threatening to make her voice tremble.

"Wouldn't you be happier with me? Come on, Angel, you know that life's better in darkness." Jack said, his voice persuasive.

"You're evil. Why should I trust you?" Angel spat.

"I've been your best friend since you were two… Of course you should trust me. I shared every secret I had with you."

"Right. You totally told me what you were planning when you vanished into thin air!" Angel said, trying to make it sound courageous, but her voice was shaking.

The voice clucked in disapproval. "Didn't I apologize for that?"

"Yea, while you had me in a death grip!" Angel hissed, managing to put a little more anger into her voice. "How are you here anyway?"

"Both our minds are in a parallel dimension. In a way, you're dreaming."

"And you aren't?"

"Thanks to my… Boss, I have my own ways of getting in. In a normal world, I shouldn't even be able to share this dream dimension with you. But he's willing to try anything to get you back."

"I'm not some sort of mindless toy that does whatever she's told!" Angel yelled, hoping that the loud noise would dispel Jack from her mind and take away her fear.

Neither happened.

"I know that better than anyone, Angel. It's why he sent me into your dreams instead of his other associates." Jack said other as if it disgusted him.

"Well, you can but out of my brain. I'm fine where I am!" Angel snapped.

Jack sighed, his warm breath stirring her hair.

"I really didn't want to do this Angel. But he said that I have to do it if reasoning won't work."

"What are you talking abo-" Angel was cut off as sudden, blinding light appeared.

After the darkness, the bright light was agonizing for her eyes. She let out a sort of wail before covering her eyes, bringing her wings up in an attempt to ward some of it off.

But as soon as it had appeared, the light dimmed, becoming a faint red glow behind Angel's eyelids. Hesitantly, she cracked her eyes open.

A gasp escaped her, and her eyes opened fully. The red glow wasn't coming from the sun, as she had suspected, but instead from a raging fire.

It was engulfing a large shape, and Angel had to squint slightly to tell what it was.

When she did, she fell to her knees, and let out a strangled sob.

It was her house, burning to the ground. A desperate hope took hold of her and she got up and started to run unsteadily towards the fiery building.

"Angel!"

She turned slightly to see Jack, his face shocked. He clearly hadn't been expecting her to go in.

But she ignored him, took a running start and started to fly. All the hot air made it easy for her, and she was barely working as she swooped towards her sister's window.

"Mira!" She screamed, pounding on the glass. It wouldn't break. With a cry of frustration, she kicked it, shattering the window, bits of glass cutting her. She ignored the stings of pain and entered the room.

She could save her family. She had to.

She ran towards the bed that was next to the door, already spotting the sleeping form of her sister.

"Mira!" She yelled, trying to shake the older girl's shoulder. But to her horror, her hand passed through her sister.

"Wake up!" She was sobbing now, the tears almost instantly evaporating in the heat.

Something wrapped around her waist and she was pulled from her sister's bedside.

"No!" She screamed, shaking violently to throw off her attacker.

"It's only a vision." Jack's voice hissed in her ear, for the first time sounding sad.

"No! I can save them!" I can-"

But as the words were said, she felt as if the whole atmosphere was pressing on her, and darkness clouded her vision once again.

But Angel didn't wake up. Instead, she found herself in a long room, filled with benches. She had a startling déjà vu of a court room.

The sudden sound of voices arguing alerted her that she wasn't alone. Jack was there, talking to… Someone.

It was probably human, but besides its humanoid shape, she couldn't say her statement was true. It was tall and lean, and wearing a long dark cloak, like what the Grim Reaper would wear. Its face was hidden by a large hood, nothing discernable in the shadows.

Angel let out a small whimper of fear.

Both Jack and the Grim Reaper guy turned towards her. She tensed, her wings ready to get her out of there.

"You cannot escape." The cloaked person said ominously.

"Please. We can try another night." Jack told it. He sounded… Pleading.

"No. The sooner she joins us, the better."

Finally, Angel found her voice, still slightly choked from her tears. "Go to Hell."

The cloaked person said grimly, "See? We must show her the consequences if she does not join us."

The Grim Reaper guy practically spat out consequences as if they were fake.

"She's had enough!" Jack protested.

"No."

The cloaked man stepped forward, arm raised. Angel flinched away from it, but it seemed to freeze her in place, making it unable to move.

Long, cold fingers came into contact with her forehead, and Angel was sucked away again.

It wasn't a certain place this time. Images kept flitting across her eyes, like some kind of movie. She tried to look away, to close her eyes, but a dark voice said, "Watch."

Her eyes flickered open as if someone had opened them for her. But as soon as she started to see the images, she couldn't have made herself turn away, she was so horrified.

It was small things at first; earthquakes, small fires, nothing very severe. But the longer she watched, the worse it got.

People screaming, buildings collapsing. Blood, everywhere blood.

A small moan escaped Angel at the destruction she saw, but she couldn't look away. But the worst was yet to come.

Angel blinked, a small action, but in the next moment, she was experiencing these images

She was standing in the middle of a city, hundreds of armed men swarming around her and killing innocent people. The sky was red, and she could taste blood on her tongue.

Now she was in Metropolis, League members attacking with all they had. She spotted Hawkwoman out of the corner of her eye and turned, a cry of warning escaping her lips. But it was too late. Someone wearing a metal mask threw a long spear, aiming it at the winged woman.

She dropped, her wings trailing uselessly in the air as her dead body plummeted downwards.

"Shayera!" Angel screamed, fresh tears coursing down her face.

But it switched again, this one even worse. She was standing on the top of Mount Justice, watching in horror as the Team was attacked by multiple villains.

She could see Lagoon Boy and Aqualad fighting side by side, until Black Manta took them both down, his red beams hitting them in the chest. They both dropped like stones.

Wondergirl fought valiantly alongside Superboy, but in the next split second, blood was dripping as a dagger sprouted from her chest. She fell silently, her body barely making a thump in the midst of all this chaos.

Superboy let out a roar of rage and leaped at the crowd of armed soldiers that were attacking alongside the super villains, but a bald man in a large robot suit stepped forward, something sharp, green and glinting in his hand.

The shout turned into a scream of pain as Connor crumpled to the ground suddenly, gasping for breath. The man, Lex Luthor, Angel realized with a start, smiled grimly and plunged the green rock into the clone.

He stopped moving.

Everyone was falling. Garfield screamed as someone zapped him with electricity, his body jerking for a few moments.

M'gann, tears running down her face, raced to avenge her fallen friends, but she was taken down as swiftly as the others.

"Zatanna!"

Angel managed to bring herself out of the horror that placed her where she was, her head whipping around to see where the cry had come from.

What she saw made her gasp, the tears pouring down harder than ever.

Zatanna was lying still on the ground, Nightwing cradling her head as he tried to murmur comforting words, grief making his voice crack.

Scattered around him, dead, were the others.

Wally and Artemis lay entangled in each other, the speedster's arms wrapped around the girl he loved.

Bumblebee's wings were mangled and broken, as was the rest of her armor as she lay on the rocky ground.

Rocket was nowhere to be seen, while Red Arrow leaned against a tree, his whole figure slumping.

Batgirl was also down, her cape hiding her back, even though blood was seeping through.

Only Nightwing and Robin were alive.

Robin.

Frantically, Angel turned, her eyes searching for the Boy Wonder. She finally found him, in the midst of battle, striking down opponents with every movement, but he was outnumbered.

Angel tried to move, tried to go to help him, but the cloaked man was back again.

"You cannot do anything."

"Watch me!" Angel spat, struggling to move. But she was frozen in place, her efforts futile.

As she watched, everything started to get darker, the movements slowing down. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nightwing yell out a battle cry and charge, running towards Robin.

Then everything vanished for a split second.

"You see? This is what will happen if you do not join us." The dark man hissed in her ear, and she could see again.

There was only one patch of light, but it was what was there that caused Angel to sway, disbelief clouding her mind.

Robin was lying there, blood pooling out from underneath his body.

Angel let out a cry and ran forwards, not realizing that the cloaked person was letting her move. She skidded to a halt as she reached the Boy Wonder's side, and crouched by him, gently turning him face up.

He was dead.

Tears clouded her vision, the hot, salty drops dripping down her face. She began to sob, long, broken things, her shoulders racking with the movement.

Still crying, she pulled Robin towards her as she leaned over his chest, her tears already soaking his blood-streaked uniform.

"No. No, no, no!" She whimpered as she stroked his bruised face. "This can't be happening."

"It isn't. But it will." Were the last words she heard as darkness came for a last time.

"Angel! Angel! Wake up!" Shayera was shaking Angel's shoulders as the girl sobbed and screamed under her hands.

"What's wrong with her?" Robin asked, panicked.

"I don't know." Shayera said worriedly, her face was pale and drawn.

Angel had been in this state for two nights and a day. It was early morning, about 3:00 am.

Shayera, Robin and Nightwing had been at her bedside since the fits had started, all of them trying to wake the frantic teenager up, to no avail.

They had called in M'gann several times, to enter Angel's mind and wake her up from within, but all the Martian had caught was glimpses of darkness, a man wearing a cloak and blood.

But all of a sudden, the twisting and screaming from Angel stopped.

Her eyes flickered open, staring uncomprehendingly at Shayera, the tears seemingly stopping. In the next moment, no one moved as Angel stared around her, shock and grief still filling her face.

As her eyes laid on Robin, she just stared for a moment. But then she started to cry again, the tears falling down her face at an alarming rate.

"Shhh. Shhh." Shayera crooned, hugging the girl.

Her sobs didn't stop, but grew more numerous as she buried her face in Shayera's shoulder, occasional moaning noises coming from her.

"It was so real. So, so real." Was all that she could say, over and over again.

Yes, I know that it's a very depressing chapter, but… Yea, I thought this would be the best way to reintroduce her insecurities. I haven't decided how often they should appear, but I think we all know they're going to get worse. To what end, though?