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Summary- Well, this chapter has only an OC in it. But if I had this dream I'd be scared spitless. Chapter might be a bit disturbing. R&R. Enjoy!

Author's Note- Okay since ff.net hasn't put in any of the bold or italics I put in, any onomatopoeia in this chapter should be italicized.

Chapter Three

'Running . . . running . . . keep running . . . must keep running . . .'

A figure stops, hands on her knees, gasping for air.

'No. . . can't stop now. . . must keep running. . .'

She runs. The corridor is narrow and dark. The walls were stone and there seemed to be precipitation running down the walls.

Drip! Drip!

It's driving her insane. Every drip-drop of water she hears echoes through the corridor.

She stops again. Her hair is damp with sweat and perspiration forms neatly on her brow. Brown eyes are wide with fear. . .

Did she lose him? Oh God, she couldn't go on! So tired. . .

She looks around. . .

She lost him.

Breathing a sigh of relief she leans against one of the damp walls and slides down. She puts her face in her hands and sobs.

Her heart's thumping . . .It's pounding in her temples . . . She could feel the heat rise to her neck, her ears . . .her face . . .

'Stop! Stop! You'll give me away!'

'Stop! Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. . .Stop! Sto-'

Footsteps.

At first they're dull, and then they grow louder. Louder. They sound calm . . .Mocking.

They footsteps were mocking her!

With another sob she starts to crawl, and gradually, slowly, she stands on her feet and tries to run. Her feet felt like lead. It took her awhile to have control of her legs.

She's running down the corridor now; she stops at a forked passage. She takes the right. Her eyes are half-blinded by tears.

'Please don't let him find me! Please don't let him find me!'

She could still hear the footsteps.

"Clara. . ." drawled a voice. It sent chills down her spine.

"Miss Oberman. . .come out. . .I won't hurt you," she could hear the laughter in his voice. He's laughing at her terror. . .

"Clara!" it's her father's voice.

'Daddy!' she automatically things, but she knew it wasn't her father. That voice held no love. But . . . It sounded trusting, she should trust that voice.

But she won't. She doesn't want to. That's not her father!

"Clara? It's Daddy . . . don't be afraid, I'm here!"

'Daddy? Oh, God, Daddy, help me!'

But she continues to run. It's him. The monster. How dare he use Daddy?!

'No! No! Oh, God, please! No, no . . .'

She had reached a dead end.

She lets out a choked sob. 'It's over. It's all over . . ."

'Why can't I wake up? Oh, please let me wake up!'

"Clara?" it's the monster. He's back to his original voice.

"Naughty, naughty girl," it drawls, "Tsk . . .tsk . . . We'll have to teach you a lesson, won't we?" he laughs. She flinches violently.

'Please, oh God, please! I want to wake up! Oh, God, just let me wake up!'

A figure dressed in a black cloak turns the corner. His hood is up. The air chills . . .

Water vapor forms from her mouth.

He's still laughing, and there's nothing but an eerie darkness under that hood.

She chokes back another sob as she feels her legs slow down again. The weight pulls her down to her knees. Again she puts her face in her hands and broke down in pitiful sobs.

"I thought you loved mazes, Clara!" it says in a mock-hurt voice. "That's why I made your dreams a maze! I'd thought it'd make you enjoy your dream a bit more!

"Clara," he drawls, "Clara . My, my you won't enjoy mazes anymore when you wake, will you, Clara?"

She's still sobbing, but her eyes could not shed any more tears. She had used them all.

"Clara! You didn't answer me! Tut, tut." he laughs. "Now answer me, Clara, dear."

She nods.

"Oh? You won't like them anymore? But you were so good with them! You were the best! You were the best because you have navigational powers."

He chuckles, "My, my, your powers won't help you now, will they, Clara?"

The tears started to leak out of her eyes again.

"Remember your brother, Clara?" he taunts. "Remember Bryon? It would break your mother and father's poor hearts to discover their baby dead. Too bad Bryon died."

"Remember how he died, Clara?" he says as if this were the funniest thing in the world. "Remember how dear Bryon died? He died in a car accident, didn't he, Clara?"

She couldn't control her breathing anymore; the sobs were choking her. Her throat ached so badly that it was unbearable.

"He was only sixteen, wasn't he, Clara?" he teases. "Poor lad just got his driver's license. Fool. They're always fools on that day, aren't they Clara?"

He waits for an answer. When she doesn't he just goes on.

"Yes, he and a couple of his close friends decided to go driving at seventy- five miles per hour, after they had a few . beverages. You were ten at the time, weren't you, Clara?" He sneers. "The four friends that were with him, they were like brothers to you, weren't they Clara? Yes, they were. What were their names? Matt, Steve, Joel, and Jack? Three of them died."

"Matt? He was sticking his head out of the back window. He got decapitated didn't he, Clara? Hit the sign next to the road when they hit that truck. Hit it so hard it knocked his head off. Steve? He flew through the windshield and broke his neck. Crushed his skull too when he went through the windshield. Joel? He was crushed. He bled to death, slowly, and painfully. And Jack? His neck snapped back, breaking it, causing him to loose the use of his body from the waist down. He cracked his ribs in half, punctured his lungs and broke his arms, shoulders, and cracked his skull. He has scars. He has so many scars. He wishes he were dead, just like his best friends. It's a wonder he lived. A miracle, even. He can't ever sleep with a woman. He always wanted to. He wanted to play hockey professionally, and have a wife and kids. He actually wanted five kids. Your brother, Bryon?" at this he snickered, "The metal pole that was sticking out of the trunk of the pick up he rammed into? It went right through his chest."

She's sobbing so hard now. He's tormenting her. He's reminding her and torturing her. Jack, the only brother she has left now, he wants to die. He wants to be with his friends, his brothers.

'Oh, God, I'm going to die!'

'Oh, God, Jack! You're going to be alone! You're going to loose your sister! You have real brothers, Pat and Owen. You have a real sister, Tracy, and you have a step-brother Scot, and a step-sister Christine. But your going to loose your best friend's sister! Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry!'

"You won't like mazes and cars when you wake up, will you, Clara?" he sneered. "Oh, wait, I forgot. Silly me, you won't be waking up."

Suddenly, she couldn't breath. She could feel her lungs filling up.

'I can't breath! I can't breath!'

She feels something warm ooze out of the corners of her mouth. It tastes like blood.

It's her blood.

She starts to choke. It feels as if her eyes are going to pop out, but she knows they won't. There was no air coming down her windpipe and into her lungs. If she tried to breath, she'd just bring the blood back down.

Dimly, she could hear him laughing as black spots formed in her vision. She slowly starts to loose consciousness.

"Bye, Bye Clara!" she hears him cackle.

And she knew no more.

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A/N- So, how do you like this one? This is actually my favorite so far, because well, I think it's better. R&R!

Snitter in Rivendell- Ah! Thanks for your reviews! Yeah, I thought that'd be in-character with Bobby. Glad you liked it. I hope you like this chapter.

Mannielf18- Thanks for your review! I don't think anyone will die for awhile yet, but I don't 'think' you have to worry about Kurt. I already got two of the people I'm making kick-the-bucket.

Flame31-Thanks for reviewing, I liked that site. I really hope Ascension II wasn't the last episode. That was one of the best episodes I've seen.