Premonitions

"Max!" He screams into the night

I feel the heat of blood through slippery fingers. Bubbles splatter across my lips as I answer his call.

"I'm here!"

It's Alec. Logan is dead beside me. Gunfire pop, pops around us. Shouts, sirens, lights create dancing shadows on the surrounding walls. Rain drips down my face. Alec takes my hand, my back, my wound. Vision blurring, the stiff cold black descending I whisper the only phrase I can think of.

"Protect them."

I wake from my dream, frightened, sweating. Then I think. Was it really a dream? Or was it something more?