The room was pitch black and she was drenched in sweat. Noises were coming from all sides, moans and screams of pain, yet there was no sign of life, no movement. She lifted her hand to her face but she couldn't see it. She was beginning to think she had gone blind when a speck of light appeared in the distance. Hopeful, she got up and walked toward the light. As she got closer, the speck began to grow, until finally she saw, it was a torch that had been placed in the middle of a grey stone wall. Christine turned back around, expecting to see nothing more than a black expanse, but instead, she came upon her two brothers, staring stony faced at her. She clutched her hand to her heart, obviously startled by their presence.

"Oh gosh, you guys scared me; I didn't know you were there. Where is this place?"

Her two brothers just stared at her, not blinking, not moving, barley breathing for a few minutes. Christine was about to ask them what was wrong when suddenly they both grabbed her arms and began to drag her back down the hallway. Christine started to scream, her voice echoing through the hall. They came to a door on the side of the wall that Christine was sure had not been there before and they shoved her in."

'I know I'm going to have bruises there tomorrow.'

She tried to look around the room, but again, to no avail. She could still hear the screams and moans from others, but now, she knew, that they were just on the other side of her wall. She stood up and put out her hands, trying to find some idea of the perimeter. She walked a few steps and came against a wall. She felt her way around the room for five minutes. She was sure she had already gone over it more than once, as she had come to about ten corners. She had been looking for a door, but apparently there was none that she could access. She felt her way to another corner and slumped down, tears threatening to escape. She had no idea where she was or how she could get out, she could not even see her hands. She waited in that room, screams still piercing her ears, when she heard a door open. She was not sure where it was, as there was no light entering the room. Panicked she stood up, cursing as her knee's cracked so loud they heart her ear's. Then, she heard a spell muttered from across the room, a wand lighted, showing the faces of her brothers once again.

"Guys, come on, this isn't funny, just get me out of here!" She pleaded with Jordan and Alex, desperate for help. The two just traded malicious glances in the others way and stalked over towards her. She tried to get away from them but there was no where else to go. She had no wand, no defense system, and she was backed against a corner. Her eyes blurred as she fell down once more to the floor. Alex and Jordan were now right above her, staring down at her now shaking form.

"Well, well Alex, seems our little sister is scared of us."

Alex let out a bark of laughter that sent chills down Christine's spine. "Well, it seems she is, and we haven't even touched her. Well, how about we give her something to really be sacred about eh?"

Christine heard Jordan crack his knuckles in some sort of agreement. She couldn't believe this was happening Alex, the one person who had never raised a hand to her, was now provoking Jordan. She was unaware of where exactly the fist came from, but she screamed out in pain when it collided with her jaw, the sound of bone against bone reverberating throughout the room. Then they came, punches and kicks and bites from everywhere. Christine soon could hardly feel her body at all, but she was soon sobbing. Tears were pouring freely down her face, wracking through her chest. She wasn't sure weather her mind was playing games with her or not, but she felt as though the blow's were becoming weaker. She began to feel little drops falling on her, though she guessed that it was only her own blood falling on her, however, once she felt the blows fade away, she brought her head out of her hands and looked up. Rain was pouring down from the ceiling, lightning crashing across the roof. Jordan and Alex were looking at each other in amazement.

"Jordan, what the hell is going on?"

"I have no idea Alex."

Slowly, Christine felt herself rising up, as though invisible hands were helping her. She soon began to feel little pain and she turned her gaze to her now petrified brothers. She then spoke in a voice not her own, "You two have hurt me for the last time. It's my turn for revenge."

She closed her eyes as the anger rose in her chest. The rain was now coming down in sheets and she felt the wind picking up. She turned her gaze back up to the ceiling, where the lightning was shooting off. A malicious smirk crossed her face as she looked back down at her brothers, "Bye bye!"

Two flashes of light blinded the room as the lightning hit the twins in the chest.

Christine sat bolt upright in her bed, a light film covering her skin. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her pulse was racing. She looked around the room; half expecting it to be wet from the rain in her dream, but everything seemed in order. Six boys were sleeping somewhat peacefully in their beds, completely unaware of her. Christine slowly sat back down on her bed, trying to figure out what the heck had just happened.

'Well you dingbat that should be obvious, you had a bad dream.'

Groaning inwardly, Christine got out of bed and rummaged through her trunk, grabbing her last bottle of dreamless sleep. She quickly downed the bottle and fell back into bed, praying she had no more dreams.


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