A/N: This chapter is based on the nightmare Ryan has constantly.

Ryan's POV

Where am I? I'm not in Chino. This place is too nice. There's a view of the ocean, people on surfboards, skateboards and couples making out. There are never couples making out in Chino. Wherever I am, I could like it.

Who is that? Someone is walking toward me. It's a girl. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. "Who are you?" she asked. How should I respond to her? "Whoever you want me to be." Wow that was stupid. "Are you my neighbor's cousin from Boston?" she asked. Who are her neighbors? Who is she? Why is she talking to me? "Uh, yeah. I guess so." "Cool. Are you going to the party tonight?" A party? What kind of party? "Where is it?" She laughed. "Meet me here at 9pm," she said. What time is it now? Good thing I have a watch on. It's 8:30pm. "Why don't we just go now?" I asked. "OK. We'll go now. Whatever you want," she said.

The party is really different than the ones in Chino. In Chino, there are fights, drinking, drugs and cops. Here, there is drinking and drugs. "Welcome to Newport Beach." A kid with black hair was talking to me. "He's not your cousin?" The girl asked. The boy shook his head. "I've seen him before. What's your name?" The boy asked. "Ryan. Ryan Atwood." I was honest. Wow. That's a first. "Cool." The girl said. "Who are you guys?" I asked. They looked at each other and walked away. Great. I'm alone in an apparently rich community. Where's Trey? Where is everyone? Who the hell are these people?

The lights are out. Everyone is screaming and panicking. The lights turn back on. Did someone just scream? It's that girl who bought me here. She's still screaming. When I looked at her, she was covered in blood. "Help! Help! He's losing blood!" She was holding a blonde boy who looked the same age as her. He's bleeding from his stomach. He was stabbed. I looked at the wall. There was blood writing on it. "Look!" I shouted. Everyone looked at the wall. It said THREE DOWN, MORE TO GO. PLENTLY LEFT, ENJOY THE SHOW. ~Mystery~ "No! He's gonna kill us all!" Someone shouted. It was the black haired kid. This kid looked familiar. Do I know him? Do I have amnesia? I'm crying. Why am I crying? I DON'T KNOW HIM! I got down on my knees. Why is he dead? Who is mystery and why am I crying?

I ran out of the house. When I got outside, cops were coming. I fled before they saw me. I can't face cops. Cops fucking hate me. They want me dead.

I decided to go to a house. It was a big house. I rang the doorbell. "Hello Ryan," the man said. "How do you know me?" Who the hell is he? "I'm your attorney, remember?" I don't have a fucking attorney! "Uh yeah. I remember now," I said. "Come in. You can sleep in the guest bedroom," he said. As he was about to show me upstairs, a woman ran in. "Where's our son?" she screamed. "I don't know. Calm down," the man said. Wait. These people look like the black haired kid I saw. "Does your son have black, curly hair?" I asked. "You know where our son is?" the man said. I nodded. "Where is he?" the woman asked. "He was at a party. A girl, your neighbor, dragged me there. But there's been an accident," I said. "What happened!?" My attorney demanded. "The lights went out and when they turned back on, a kid, about 16 or 17 was on the floor. Your neighbor was holding him. He was stabbed in the stomach. There was writing on the wall. It said THREE DOWN, MORE TO GO. PLENTLY LEFT, ENJOY THE SHOW. Someone named Mystery wrote it." They were sobbing. "What did the kid look like that was stabbed?" The man asked. "He had blonde hair, kinda tall and that was all I could see." "Oh not him. Not him to," the man said. Who were they talking about? "You see Ryan, Mystery is a killer. He is targeting certain kids, kids he knows. He was put in a mental hospital, but he broke out. He blew up the hospital and the prison next to it. He killed 2 other people so far. A girl with blonde hair that my son dated and a girl with black hair that my son was dating when she was murdered. Three down. He's going after my son. We have to find him!"

I ran out of the house. Is this really happening. I'll take a walk. Yeah. That's a good idea. Walks are nice. I'll go to the beach for a walk. The beach is nice. Who is that? It's the girl I met before. "Hey!" She said. She came over to me. "Hey," I said. Someone was coming up behind her. "WATCH OUT!" I wasn't quick enough. He shot her. "Help! She's dying! You can't leave me! You're my only friend! I love you!" What? I LOVE her? Oh god. She's bleeding badly. The cops came in about 20 seconds. "Son. What the hell happened?" An officer asked me. "She was shot. The killer. It was Mystery. I saw his face! I know who he is!" I know who the killer is. The picture of his smiling face will not leave my head.

I got up off the ground. They asked me if I wanted to go in the ambulance. I said no. What's that? There's something in the sand. A letter! The cops are still here. "Wait! There's a letter from him! It's written in the sand!" They came running over. FOUR DOWN, GETTING WORRIED? I WANTED TO SCARE YOU, SO I HURRIED. ~Mystery~ "Get a detective here," the cop said. Will she live? Oh God, let her live! A cop is coming towards me. "Son, can you come with us? We need you to identify the person," the cop said. I shuddered. I hate fucking cops. They should be in jail. They break more laws than we do.

I went to the police station. "Tell us everything you remember about the man," the cop said. "He had black hair, an evil smile, white skin and the initials O.T. where on his shirt. I don't know if that means anything. Also, the girl mouthed a word. It sounded like Oliver. I don't know though," I said. They are letting me go. Thank God.

When I went back to the house, the door was open. "Hello?" No one's here. What the hell is that smell? It's coming from the kitchen. I walked toward the kitchen. There was blood on the floor. The black haired kid is dying. "Help," he said. He pointed to the wall. There's writing on it. FIVE GONE, BYE TO ALL. KILLINGS BEEN FUN, I HAD A BALL. Under the writing, the killer is there. He's dead.

I grabbed the phone and called the cops. They came over. He didn't make it. His parents are dead, the girl is dead, the other kid is dead and two other girls are dead. But the killer is also dead. "Son, do you know about the other killing earlier this night involving a blonde haired boy?" I nodded. "There was a bomb in there. The cops are dead, the paramedics are dead and all of the kids are dead. Did you know any of them?" I shook my head no. "There are two more bodies in here!" I ran inside. My attorney's dead and so is his wife. I didn't know them. Why am I crying?

Ryan woke up and Erika was sitting over him. She was staring at him. "I need to get ready. Tell Sandy and Kirsten to call Marissa, Sim, Luke, Anna, and Summer and get them over here NOW!" Erika went inside. Ryan knew what was going to happen, and he is going to stop it.