Rating: T / PG-13 / FRT
Pairing: No particular pairing
Word Count: 720

Authors Note: Not as nice as the prompt word suggests. You have been warned.

Happiness
The sun was out, but there was a breeze that blew through the trees, making the heat bearable. Reid and Pogue were tossing a football around, bare feet making impressions in the neat lawn. Caleb smiled as he watched them, snorting and shaking his head when Pogue used underhand tactics to grab the ball. Reid cried cheat and chased after the other boy while Tyler watched from his position on the porch, rolling his eyes at their antics.

"Perfect, isn't it?"

Caleb tensed, eyes widening at that voice that voice. The heat of the body at his back scalded him, but Caleb didn't move. He swallowed.

"Idyllic, even." His heart jumped into his throat as the words were breathed across his skin. "So carefree and happy. The way it should be."

He couldn't speak. His throat had locked and his mouth refused to work. The body moved closer, pressing obscenely against his back, making him shiver. The other person chuckled behind him, mouth dangerously close to his ear.

"You think it will be this way forever." Caleb watched as Reid tackled Pogue to the ground, both of them laughing and rolling around as each tried to get the upper hand. "You want it to be this way, don't you? No more worries about the Power or the aging. You want them to be able to live." Pogue had managed to pin Reid down, but Tyler snuck up behind them and dug his fingers into the long-haired teen's side, making him swear and writhe and release Reid from his hold. They didn't seem to notice the two figures on the porch steps.

"Unfortunately, this is where I come in."

And just like that, everything changed. All the laughter and the fun disappeared as the three bodies were thrown around the large grounds like ragdolls. Storm clouds rolled in as the Power swarmed around them, the atmosphere charged with electricity. The hairs on Caleb's neck stood on end and he watched in horror as each of his brothers were brutally slain. Pogue tried to fight off whatever force was attacking them, but one good bolt of Power sent him flying through the air. Caleb heard the sickening sound as he was impaled on a wooden stake. Reid was crushed into the ground by an invisible force, left broken and bleeding in the middle of the lawn. Tyler turned and ran for the house, but the Power tripped him and brought him down. He reached out to Caleb as he was dragged backwards, eyes full of fear and pain as his body was held and hit over and over again.

Caleb couldn't move. His body was frozen to the spot, held by something that wasn't the Power. Screams of his name tore at him, ripped his heart out from his chest, but all he could do was stand and watch. The clouds lifted once more, revealing his brothers' mangled bodies to the sunlight. Silent tears fell down his cheeks. He wanted to be sick.

"What's the matter, Caleb?" Soft fingertips traced down the side of his neck as the voice whispered, "Cat got your tongue?"

Chase's cruel laughter echoed as he gasped, bolting upright in bed. A hand had shot out, fingers closed around his cell phone, and he was dialling Tyler's number before he even realised it. Caleb's body tightened as it rang, but it was taking too long. Thankfully, Tyler answered before he could get out of bed and tear down to the dorms looking for him.

"Yeah?"

The tension in Caleb's body fled at the sleepy voice and Caleb couldn't get his mouth the form the words he needed to ask. He was alive and on the other end of the line. He was alive.

"Caleb? You there?"

Caleb breathed, mouth finally connecting with his brain. "Yeah...yeah, I-I'm here."

"It's two thirty in the morning, man, what the hell couldn't wait?"

He ran a hand over his face, wiping away sweat and tears from his cheeks, "Nothing, baby boy. Nothing. Go back to sleep."

"Hmmm." Came the sluggish reply before the phone disconnected.

Caleb numbly replaced the cell phone on the bedside table and lay back down again. The horrific images from the dream replayed over and over again in his mind, torturing him.

He didn't sleep again that night.