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A/N: Well, it's only about 4 days to Christmas!!!! I figured that I would try to give everyone a little early Christmas present by updating. A belated happy birthday to...myself.....yeah...Anyways, now I will shut up and simply let you all enjoy the chapter, like I hope you always do!

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//Say hello to the night,

Lost in the shadows,

Say hello to the night,

Lost in the loneliness//

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Chris and Dave had talked about many other things that night, reminiscing about many of the "old days" when everyone had been alive and happy, and there was no immediate threat of death. At midnight, both men decided to call it quits for the night and each turned in to their own bed. Chris fell asleep almost immediately.

~Lizzie Borden grabbed an axe...~

Chris shuddered in his sleep. The dream was one that he'd been having for a while. He was in a room with padding on the walls and floor. In his dream, he would be sweating, sitting back on his legs and screaming as loud as he could..but no one would hear him. Not even himself.

~And gave her mother forty whacks....~

He was screaming and holding a body of a woman he didn't recognize. The woman was dead and her blood was smeared on his chest. Tears were pouring down his face as he kept screaming and screaming. He would lean in to the woman and put is face next to hers. Her long hair would be tangled within his fingers. Although his face was hovering near hers, he could never get a clear view of who she was. He thought that it was his wife. Ex-wife, in a manner of speaking. She was dead. Had been for about a year. She had died about a month prior to Molly's accident. She had been killed in a car crash by a drunk driver. Chris had promised himself that if he ever found out who had been the driver of the other car, he would kill them. The person who was the driver of the other car had been drunk.

~And when she saw what she had done....~

The woman who Chris was holding reminded him so much of Stephanie with the long dark hair, the body shape....everything. Chris began to cry softly in his sleep. Stephanie had been his wife, Stephanie....McMahon. Vince had been crushed after the death of his daughter, as Chris had been. As if losing your wife was bad enough, the autopsy showed that Stephanie had been pregnant. He had lost a wife and a child in the same day. The shock still hadn't settled within him. And now, with everything that had happened to Molly, he barely remembered which end was up and which one was down.

~She gave her father forty-one....~

Chris shot up out of his bed like a bat out of hell. He grasped at the end table to find the lamp. He clicked it on and let his eyes adjust.

"Dave?" he asked to the open room. Dave was nowhere to be found. Chris flipped the covers back and walked over to the bathroom. The door was open and the light was off. Chris walked back into the room with the their beds in it, and that's when he noticed the blood on the sheets.

"Oh no..no...NOOOOO!!!!!" Chris tried to scream, but he had lost his voice. He noticed a note on the pillow. Trembling, he walked over to the pillow, and looked at the note.

Written in blood were the words: Lizzie Borden grabbed an axe, and gave her mother forty whacks, and when she saw what she had done, she gave her father forty-one.....

Chris began to scream now. He backed away from the bed and fell on his own. Like a little kid he hid under the covers and trembled horribly.

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Victoria brought Chris's head into her lap. He was sweating horribly and muttering now. She had a feeling that he would be waking up soon. At least she hoped.

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