Well, it's not so much a D Gray-man dream. It was more of a D Gray-man nightmare. And I got to live it in real life a couple of hours ago at our school concert. Let me tell you; our school is huge, so huge it looks like Hogwarts. If you turn off all the lights on the corridor, it gets freaky. REALLY FREAKY. You could call this a belated Halloween special, or a freaky and scary gift for Bak Chan's birthday (today!) I will be doing a multi-chapter fic (after the one I am working on) based on this dream and experience. Oh yeah, and I'll be updating everything else, do you know why? We've finished our first Biology GCS freakin' E exam! (All the people in England will understand us). Ha, enjoy.

I no own DGM. Simple enough

Warning: Blood and maybe scary stuff. Slight AU.

A warning to future dreamers: NEVER watch D Gray man whilst eating chocolate at two in the morning. You WILL get crazy DGM dreams.

Black Order concerts are officially boring. Manami and I sat hours upon hours listening to failed jazz, only getting up when it was the choir's turn to sing. What was surprising, though, was that Allen didn't show up for his solo. He was supposed to play the piano, but oddly he wasn't there. As a matter of fact, he wasn't anywhere in the Great Hall. Komui had welcomed all Exorcists and Finders to stay up for refreshments afterwards. I took that as my cue to leave.

Manami followed suit, and I could see the question in her eyes. Where the heck was Allen? Truth be told, I hadn't seen him since morning, when he was inhaling mitarashi dango down his gullet. He had smiled, waved at us and then left. It was now 11:23pm – I wonder if he had even eaten since breakfast. The heels of our combat boots clicked against the cold stone floor, our searching calls reaching everywhere. I could still hear the voices of possibly drunk finders. Great, someone must have found General Cross's secret horde of alcohol. I bet the stuff is a billion years old.

The chandelier lights abruptly ended as we made our way to an unfamiliar corridor. Just looking at the hall made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The windows filtered the late night light, splashing red beams across blackened walls. It seemed like the length of it carried on forever. A cold wind passed through, making me and Manami shiver. That predicted storm was starting to rear its head. After about three minutes of staring, Manami spoke.

"Well, let's try it. Knowing Allen, he would've gotten lost and spent the entire day trying to get back," she said, laying a comforting hand on my arm.

I shrugged the arm off (I don't like being touched!) and said concisely, "Hmm, true. Let's go."

Our boots sounded even louder along the deserted corridor. Every door creaked as we softly called Allen's name. I know – we're exorcists, right? We fight Akuma and Noah, returning alive, albeit injured, every time. Why were we so afraid of a dark corridor? We reached the room in the middle. By the looks of things on the outside, it was a small closet. The door handle was broken, so I pushed the wooden door and peered inside.

Shock. Nothing but shock registered in my body.

Allen was in there, all right - but not as how we had expected. Allen's back was slumped against the wall, one leg outstretched and one slightly bent. His arms lay to his sides, motionless. The usually smiling face was devoid of emotion, and was tilted forward, white hair dangling delicately. It was bathed in the same red and black hue. But it wasn't his immobile body that frightened me. It was the blood, and the sheer volume of it, that hit me. The crimson liquid was thrown across the walls, coming to a similar point at Allen's body. His formal everyday clothes were covered with fluid, right down to his boots. The drastic red against his pure white hair sent shivers down my spine. It ran off his snowy bangs with a soft drip, drip, drip.

Every detail of the image branded itself onto my eyes, even though we hardly spent any time gawking at him. Obviously, Allen needed help. Manami and I hauled him out of the room, still calling his name to see if he was conscious. My black gloves became moist with blood, but I didn't care. Something serious had happened and we didn't know what. Manami reached out close the closet door, but let out a gasp. I delicately deposited Allen, and ran to her. That proved it. Something has happened.

The engravings weren't there before. Someone had roughly etched a sinister message into the pane of glass in the door. The storm outside was still brewing, and a single flash of lightning three the message into greater relief. It was short and sweet – BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU TREAD, EXORCISTS. Manami noticed a strange purple residue inside the letters. She ran her finger along the edge, picking it up. After rubbing it between her fingers, she grimaces.

"It's wax, from a candle," she said.

I gritted my teeth. "Road Camelot. It was her. That little bi-"

"Let's get Allen to the infirmary. Before he loses too much blood," Manami quickly interjected.

As we ran as fast as we could, Allen slung over my back, I wondered: how low are the Noah clan planning to stoop?

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I couldn't get the blood out of my head. What made it worse was going to school, and seeing the exact corridor I was dreaming about. I checked the closet – there was no Allen and no creepy message.

Right then, this was posted a little later than I wanted it to be. Ah, well. I did need to finish a 2000 word Shakespeare essay for a Controlled Assessment for English GCSE! This is not fun… :( Reviews! They're good for you, for us, and for society! And now, we even have a guest to tell you to review!

Kanda: …Review. Or else.

Cain: Or else what? You got to read the whole script.

Kanda: Or else I will come after you with Mugen and slice you to pieces. Seriously, how many times do I have to say that for you stupid authors?

Cain: Bending free will is fun, isn't it? *sees Mugen* *runs* Review! :)