I know, I haven't updated in for-e-ver! Please don't kill me! Anywhoo… I finished ANGEL. It. Was. Freaking. AMAZING! Except for Maya, Dylan, and the end. But I loved it when Max and Fang argued! Fang: Max! Don't hang up! Max: *shuts phone* LOL!

And it other news, I have officially permanently discontinued my story "The Safehouse." Too many other ideas and writers' block.

Also, I have started three other stories. The first is a Max Ride/Harry Potter/Percy Jackson/Twilight/Hunger Games crossover, which involves lots of arguing and battles. The second is a story set during School's Out—Forever called "Midsummer Night's Flock," in which the three oldest flock members must read Shakespeare for their English class. Chaos and jealousy ensue. And the last is a sequel to ANGEL called "Maximum Ride: The Maximum Ending." (My best work EVER.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson, Maximum Ride, or the basic plotline. Everything else is mine.

Chapter 14: Nightmares—Reprise

MPOV

I dreamt I was back in the cave. Sam's body was gone, but I could still feel the cold presence of something evil.

"My lord," said the man with green-grey eyes. "Our scouts just reported that they were last seen in Philadelphia. They have been given a quest. The camp is also aware that the boy is dead."

"Good, good," said the disembodied voice. It sounded less hallow now, and more lifelike. "Where are they going to?"

"Before they were… killed… our two emposai reported that they overheard that they were headed for California, master. To San Francisco."

The voice laughed. It sent horribly cold shivers up my spine. I imagine it was what Death himself sounded like. (Though, Death in this case might mean Hades. I don't really know.) "Those foolish heroes. They think that it is the Titans that are causing all of this foolishness. Ha! They have forgotten the Old Ways, and will perish."

I walked a little closer. I could see the man with green-grey eyes. He was dressed in faded jeans, a white t-shirt, a brown leather jacket, and loafers. A broadsword was strapped to his side, though I couldn't make out the material it was made of.

"Of course, my lord," the man said. "But what of the girl?"

"What use is she to me?" the voice asked. It paused for a few moments. "Why do you ask?"

The man hesitated for a moment. "I was hoping that… I could use her as a slave, my lord."

The voice pondered, if voices could do that. "A slave?" it mused. "What an entertaining idea." A few more moments of silence. "All right. She is one demigod worthy of saving, as it was her destiny that was predicted with the Great Prophecy."

I felt a jolt. They were talking about me.

Both laughed, their voices echoing throughout the cave.

Then I was somewhere else. It was a lake. It was surrounded by mountains shrouded in mist. Even the lake was covered in the thick, white fog. The air was cold, and smelled heavily of pine. Chills ran up my spine, and goosebumps appeared on my arms.

Suddenly, the mist cleared a little bit, and I could see farther out onto the lake. Standing on the grey, placid water was… Angel.

Her eyes were closed. Her blonde curls were floating around her face like she was underwater. Her skin was pale.

Then Angel's eyes opened. They were emotionless and vague. Like she was looking at the world but not seeing anything. Like how Iggy was.

"Angel!" I called. "Angel, sweetie, it's me. It's Max."

Silence. She didn't even seem to notice I was there.

It all happened so fast. The water seemed to part the slightest, and Angel fell into it, screaming like she was being murdered by a psycho with a chainsaw.

I screamed too, and started to run towards the water. But it seemed that the faster I ran, the farther away from the lake I got.

Then, I was in a graveyard. It was bleak and cold, with leafless trees. Grey clouds covered the entire landscape. Mist covered the ground, like it had the lake. A raven was in one of the trees, but I couldn't see it. I only knew it was there because it wouldn't shut up.

I was standing in front of a gravestone. It was made of obsidian, as dark as Fang's eyes.

But the graveyard wasn't what scared me. It was what the stone said that did.

Fang Ride

I fell to my knees and screamed. It couldn't be! It just couldn't! He wouldn't die!

The scene changed again. This time I was at that school in Virginia. I was in one of the science classrooms. A group of whitecoats—chills ran down my spine at the memory of our former captors—surrounded one of the tables, discussing something. White mist curled around their ankles.

I was forced to look at what was on the table. It was Nudge. She was covered in a white sheet. Her face was pale and lifeless. Her coffee brown eyes were open, staring at nothing. I felt tears streak down my face. Why couldn't I wake up?

Again the scene changed. This time I was back at that school in Utah that Jeb and Mom had tried to make us go to. It was the same as when Iggy and Gazzy had blown up the M-Geeks. Mist was covering the landscape, like it had for all of the scenes.

I was standing over the leader of the M-Geeks. Only this time it wasn't the Ari look-alike. It was Iggy. He was all scorched and burned and bloody. His sightless eyes were closed. I turned away.

And faced a new scene.

I was back at the School. In the same room where I had been kept since I was born. There was more mist. I wasn't in a cage though. I was watching Gazzy, who was bloody and limp, being thrown into a cage.

His blue eyes, so like Angel's, were open, but not seeing anything. He was lifeless. Literally. He was dead.

"Leave it," one of the whitecoats said. "We'll let the Erasers take care of him." The whitecoats laughed and left the room.

Since the first A/N was so long I didn't get to tell you everything. I want to thank you all for your reviews for the last chapter. They bring me great happiness!

Also, I got a request from someone (sorry that I can't remember your name!) for more Percy in this fic. Don't worry. I'm currently getting that project underway. (You'll get more Percy after chapter, like, 18. I can't remember what it was.)

Next, since I want to tell you guys, I have TWO high school orientations tomorrow! Two! One is during school and the other is after school. (The second is for parents and students.) I also am top reader in the whole school right now. (A sixth grader was beating me before. Isn't that pathetic?)

Also, for those of you who believe that Maximum Ride cannot be related to real life, think about this: In the seventh book Max mentions that one of her shoelaces broke, so she has to hold it to her foot with paperclips. Today after PE (which is my first class) my freaking shoelace BROKE! I started to get mad, but then I remembered the book and was like, "Duh!" So I asked my math teacher for some paper clips, and had to explain why to the WHOLE CLASS. Not fun. But at least my shoe stayed on all day. (And I have to walk home.)

*gasps for breath* All right. REALLLLY long author's note aside, please R&R! (If you don't hate me for the A/N's already.) Flames are not accepted, but constructive criticism is.

-A$h