The fog was cold and damp, and an icy wind blew through the shadow-cloaked forest, but Reachel barely noticed the chill. Autumn trees, bare and skeletal, clawed at her as she ran frantically through the woods outside her home. Her heart pounded so loudly she felt certain it would burst. Glancing back over her shoulder, she glimpsed vague, an indistinct figure moving threw the mist behind her. A full moom shawn through the barron tree branches overhead.

He was chasing her.

Only seventeen years old, Reachel knew she would soon die.

Heartrending screams ripped though the night, sending fresh jolts of fear and anguish through the young woman's soul. Her dark brown hair streamed wildly behind her. Panic filled her wide blue eyes. Undried tears streaked her pale cheeks. A thin linen nightgown provided scant protection from the cold. Spilling blood streaked her gown, glistning wetly in the moonlight. The sticky red fluid had soaked through the fabric, causing the linen to cling to her small form. Bare feet raced across a carpet of fallen leaves.

Thunder boomed above her, a jaged bult of lightning sliced the sky in twain. Rain poured down in sheets, drenching Reachel. The forest floor turned to mud beneath her feet. Muck oozed between her toes and she had to fight to keep her balance on the slippery leaves. If she fell, her pursueder would be on her in an instant. Chances were, she would never rise again.

The blood upon her gown was not her own, but it could not have been any more precious to her before it had gushed from her mothers thoat. She had left the butchered body of her nearest and dearest strewn upon the wooden floor of there home when she had fleed madly into the night.

Reachel could not spare a second of her time. Death itself had come lunging out of the fog this night, to strick down her loved ones, one by one. Reachel saw a barn ahead and started off in that direction.

She was so close, just alittle further and...

A load crash of thunder sent Reachel up screaming in her bed. Her beathing increased dramaticly and her whole body shock vilently.Her vision was clouded with tears and a cold sweet hung to her small form. A light turned on and two figures aproched Reachel with woried expresions.

'' Rea, you okay?'' One of them asked. But Reachel couldn't find her voice, in fact, she couldn't get her-self to breath properly or for her body to stop shacking. " Rea, talk to me.'' She tried again and again to get her heart beat back down, but nothing worked, she tried to listen to her freinds and talk, but there was nothing, she tried with everyhting she had to do something, anything, but nothing.

Her vision slowly came back to her and her heart ceased to pound vilently against her chest. The two figures sat on the end of her bed, both girls.

The first was tall, with ember eyes that could melt any sadness away. Her hair was a ember red with a few blond streaks. She wore a purple nightgown that hung losly to her form and reached about mid thigh.

The second one was short, with baby blond hair. Her eyes were a sky blue with a rare hint of pink nixed in. She wore a lose t-shirt with the SCC CARDS in dark red letter's, the shirt reached to about her knees.

'' Rea, are you okay?'' The blond one asked.

'' Please friend, speak to us.'' The red head whispered, tears lining her eyes.

' It was only a nightmare, only a nightmare.' Reachel thought, looking at her surondings. '' I'm fine.'' She managed to spit out, her voice cracking. She would never forget...

The very memory of that night, every nightmare, toar her apart.