Sing me to sleep

And then leave me alone

Don't try to wake me in the morning

'Cause I will be gone

Don't feel bad for me

I want you to know

Deep in the cell of my heart

I will feel so glad to go –The smiths

"Daddy?" a little girl holding her teddy bear was walking skeptically into a room, outside the rain poured and the thunder roared after each bright flash of lightening. She slowly and carefully walked around the dead bodies and clumsily dragged her teddy bear through the puddles of blood that spilled out of their heads. Her bare feet splattered in every puddle of the warm red liquid that stained her skin the color of cranberries. She gasped as she heard the pained moan of a man, "Daddy, can you tell me a story now?"

She turned the corner and saw a large man pulling an axe out of an even larger man's head, "Of course sweetie." He turned to her baring the axe and a smile so large he looked like a snarling wolf, "Just close your eyes and imagine the pictures, like we always do."

"Okay daddy." the little girl smiled and closed her eyes

He stepped closer, "Once upon a time, there was a white rose" he stepped closer and began to raise the axe, "It was the most beautiful white rose in the land but one day it rained blood" he raised the axe high and stared at the little girl with a bloodstained dress, "The rose drowned in the rain and its petals were forever stained red." He brought the axe down and all was black.

"WHERE AM I?" Jane woke up with a gasp and took in her surrounding, "Sand?" she ran her hands through the sand beneath her and saw that she was on a beach almost mesmerized by the waves that crawled towards her, "Guess I'm on my own from here. Maybe some of the others made it." He heart suddenly sunk at the thought of her dead friends, "Now to find Aurora."

The blazing heat boiled and evaporated whatever liquid was left in this desert world but being dehydrated wasn't one of the biggest problems Jane faced it was trying to walk and find her way through this hellhole place. Just when she was about to collapse and let whatever lives in this sandy wonderland consume her she heard that charming but at the same time annoying voice, "Well I can certainly say that it is highly pleasant to see a familiar face in this rather dry paradise." Reaver looked like he had just been in a street fight but what humored Jane is the fact that he still had his top hat.

"Well I guess you'll do." She was irritated and hot and let's not forget tired.

They walked for what seemed like hours and Jane tuned out Reaver's incredibly crude humor. It was almost dusk when they finally came across a cave. Jane wasn't going to be picky this time she was literally half asleep, "Camp here." She threw herself down on the terrain and shivered, the blazing heat had turned into winter air.

Reaver sighed as he himself was also exhausted probably more from talking then walking, he took off his tattered white coat and gently laid it on top of Jane, "Here, it is quite cold out here."

Jane grumbled a "thanks" and snuggled herself under the coat quickly dozing off.

Reaver was disgusted, he was sweaty, dirty and smelly. He ripped off his shirt and ran a hand through his greasy hair, "By Avo I am in dire need of a bath." He sighed quietly. A tiny squeak quickly got his attention, "How cute the little minx is dreaming, probably about killing me." He chuckled but Jane wasn't squeaking from joy they were actually quiet sobs. Reaver looked at the incredibly strange girl as she sobbed in her sleep and felt something he thought was impossible to feel again, "Damn mortals." He shook his head and sighed as he pressed himself against her and held her close. Jane sobbed little sobs throughout the night but held Reaver's hand in hers tightly.