Finaly, chapter four! I AM ALIVE! I LIVE! I! AM! NOT! DEAD!

And now that I've gotten that outta me system...well, a basic chapter summery for this will be some nightmares will attack Bobby, and he doesn't know what they mean! So, in his curiosity, he goes to the library, and discovers a book that seems to flip to a certin page when he touches it...could this possibly a warning? Well, duh, but none of the X-men think so. Obviously.

There was something odd about this dream. Why was it different from the others? Wait, was he in the GRAVEYARD! But...he was still asleep, wasn't he? Certinly not awake...but this, this nightmare or dream or what ever felt so real...and he didn't even know most of what the graveyard looked like! There was a shaking...under his feet, he felt shaking...suddenly, coffins began thrusting up out of the ground...people pulled themselves from the ground. Someone grabbed his ankle,but before he could turn to see who, he was shaken awake...by his best friend, John.

"I'm up." He said groggily, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"Dude, c'mon, you've overslept. It's really late..."
"WHAT?" Bobby shot up, his head smashing into John's nose. Reflexivly, John grabbed it, them moved his hand to look at it. It had blood on it.
"Dude! My nose!"
Bobby giggled, even though he felt at least 40 percent guilty.
"Here." He handed John some tissues. "What time is it?"
"11:30." John said as he turned twords the bathdoor and began walking.
"Oh, holy shit dude." Bobby grabbed his camera bag and, slinging it over his shoulder, he ran twords the door, knocking into John, who was pushed into the bathroom and hit his head on the wall. "OW!" He yelled, and Bobby yelled back, "Sorry!" and continued running. He was half way down the stairs when he saw Logan holding an apple. For some reason, he grabbed it before Logan could bite into it, leaving his elder with a puzzled look. With out looking back Bobby yelled, "Sorry, Logan, I'll pay you back!" and pushed throught the front doors.

He ate the apple as he ran to the library, and nearly collided with Hush. No, scratch that, they did ram into each other. Bobby fell to the ground, and cursed mildly as the only food he would be able to keep in his stomach was kicked into the street and ran over by at least three cars before deciding to keep his mouth shut about it.

"Bobby! Were've you been?" Hush asked as she helped him stand. Did this girl know no pain, or was she running on just caffine? "Asleep. Until John woke me up and I accidently smashed his noe and also accidently pushed him into the bathroom where he hit his head but I had to keep running and couldn't go to the kitchen or resturants to get some food and had steal Logan's apple which was just smushed by a bunch of cars when I ran into you! But, no, how are you?" He said a little agitated. Hush laughed. "I got up, brushed my teeth, grabbed some coffee and toast, and came here." She said. Bobby relized she was wearing the same clothes as the day before, the same white slippers, same dirt-caked dress.

"Oh." Maybe she had blood made of coffee. "Ready to go?" Hush asked. "You choose the destination, and not something like the museum, that's so boring!" "Okay, how 'bout the library? Or do you not wanna see that either?" "Oh, no, the library's fine, it's nice and cozy, and plenty of teens break into it in the middle of the night to make out." Hush suddenly got a firm red coloring in her cheeks, and Bobby chuckled. "Cool." He said, and she grabbed his hand. They began running throught the streets, laughing and yelling.

Once they reached their destination, they got a lot less talkative, and headed instantly twords the section of their chocie: non-fiction. "If you find a book that's reall old and hasn't been checked out in a while, then they don't care if you have a library card, you can keep it. The rules around here a extremely lax." Hush whispered to him. Bobby nodded, and began looking. He saw a book with claret binding. For somereason, he plucked this on up. The were spindly gold letters on the black cover that said something in French. Bobby knew that it ment "The Book of Shadowed Lands", but didn't know why. He opened it up, and looked at the check-out card. It hadn't been checked out for 70 years! Hush walked over to him and he closed the book. She had a horror novel, and it looked old. Bobby shrugged at her choice of book. "Is that all you want?" Hush asked, looking at the book. Bobby nodded. "It looks old, the words might be faded, but, eh, it's your choice." She turned and began walking out of section twords the front, then stopped. "Are you coming or not?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest and tapping her foot. Bobby shrugged, tucking the book under his arm. "Yeah." He followed her. As he walked, he thought, for a split-second that he'd seen a girl in a prom dress and crown, only with part of her mouth pulled off. He blinked, and then she was gone. He shrugged it off.

Boy, would he regret doing that.