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Casey blinked several times, looking at Officer Spencer, only feet from her, in a place straight out of her nightmares. It was definitely him. There was no doubting that. He stood there, just as he had in the hospital. He spoke, just as he had on the phone the previous night. And yet...

"No." Casey said, shaking her head. "No, this isn't right."

"Casey-" Officer Spencer took a step toward her.

Clapping echoed, spreading through the dark room, causing Casey to tear her gaze from Officer Spencer to look for the source. She found it when another figure stepped from a dark corner, still clapping as he walked toward Officer Spencer.

"I really have underestimated you, Casey. You're too smart for your own good, really." The man said. It was him. He pushed Officer Spencer aside. The man, seemingly weak, fell to the floor. Casey noticed for the first time that his hands were tied behind his back.

"Tell me, how could you tell that it wasn't this idiot?" He asked cocking his head toward where Officer Spence lie on the floor.

"All of this was already too cliché for it's own good." Casey spat. The man smiled.

"Well, aren't we clever?" He idled for a moment before bending over and roughly pulling Officer Spencer up off the ground. "Come on." He smiled menacingly. "Let's get this party started."

Casey forced herself to move and follow the twisted man in the dim light. She quickly realized that the place was much larger than she had thought. As they moved through room after room and down endless amounts of halls all Casey could hear were their footsteps, dripping water, and the occasional grunt from Officer Spencer.

"I really should thank you." Casey's head snapped when she heard the man's voice. She looked at him and he was smirking at her cruelly.

"And to what do I deserve such an honor?" Casey asked sarcastically, narrowing her eyes at him in disdain.

"You gave me something to do." He said. Casey felt as though his smirk had become even more sinister as her heart beat against her chest.

When Casey didn't immediately respond with some sort of witticism he continued.

"See, all I was going to do was knock out a kid who seemed like some pathetic little fun. But then you and your incest tryst came and went all heroic on me. Really gave me something to curve my boredom."

"Oh, I'm ecstatic I could help feed your psychotic need to torture and stalk." Casey sneered.

"I'm glad, too." He said. "Just as glad that my uncle here was such help."

Casey's jaw dropped. "Your...what?"

Officer Spencer, who had remained silent,trudging along, suddenly tried to pull out of the psycho's grip, but was too worn down.

"Yeah, Uncle Spencer." The man articulated. "Pretty lucky that a nutcase like me would have such a prominent federal authority figure as family. Really helped me out. Not that he wanted to, but he couldn't much help it."

Casey gave him a disgusted look.

"Me and Clarence took over the situation. I think we've handled it pretty well, don't you? Our plan is pretty 'Scream'. Make Uncle Spencer look like the crazy one. He'll 'kill' you and your friends, and then himself. The cops will find his prints on the notes and his number traced to the calls. Simple, simple."

Casey felt like she was going to fall over and throw up her intestines.

"You're a sick bastard." Casey whispered.

The man looked at her and chuckled. "Please tell me you're not just coming to that conclusion." He shook his head. "It's almost a shame you're going to die. I might hold off on killing all of you for a while just to enjoy some time with you. You're just so cute."

Casey turned her head away from him so that he wouldn't see the look of fear that had covered her face. She shivered, trying to calm herself down.

They continued to walk and Casey's mind raced. Were Derek and Emily okay? The psycho talked as though they were okay...for the time being. Were they all going to make it out okay? Who was Clarence, was he small, and could she take him out herself?

She wanted it all to be a dream. Everything from the very start. From that morning where she had the first dream/vision, to now. She wanted to wake up to Derek hogging the bathroom and laugh at the pure absurdity of her dream.

"Move!" Casey looked up and only realized that she had stopped walking.

"Get in." The man said, smiling. "We're where you came to be."

Casey glared at him but did as she was told and walked toward the entrance. Before she could pass through it though, the man grabbed her shoulder and spun her towards him.

"The name's Joe." He looked at her and grinned. "Just so you know." He leaned in and pressed his lips against her cheek causing her to shiver and goosebumps to erupt over her body. And not in a good way.

The psycho newly known as Joe pushed Casey away before grabbing a hold of Officer Spencer who he had pushed against the wall while he grabbed Casey.

Disgusted, Casey walked through the threshold, every muscle in her body tense.

She gasped as she walked into the room, Derek and Emily both tied to chairs like in her vision. A man stood in the corner of the room. The room was so dark that it was hard to see, but a single light bulb hung from the ceiling casting a dim glow over things.

As soon as Casey had entered the room Derek had begun to buck and rocked against his binds causing the chair to lean back and forth. She could hear him grunt as he tried to yell through the tape over his mouth.

Emily was silent and motionless. The only thing that stopped Casey from panicking to the extreme was the Emily was visibly blinking.

"Derek! Emily!" Casey called out, trying to run toward them, but Joe grabbed a hold of her shoulder with a free hand and pulled her back so that her back slammed against his chest.

"Tsk, tsk." Joe whispered into her ear. "Sudden movements tend to make Clarence antsy."

Casey clenched her teeth, choosing not to look at Joe with the anger she felt. Instead she kept her eyes fixated on Emily and Derek with only one thing running through her mind: They need to get out of here safely even if I don't.

After a minute Joe released Casey's arm, the grip of which had left finger marks. Casey took a deep breath and quickly made her way across the room to where Derek and Emily were, Derek still fighting against his binds.

"And don't try anything, girlie. We may be crazy, but we're not stupid." Joe's voice caused chills to run down Casey's spine.

Derek stopped rocking once Casey was kneeling down in front of his and Emily's chairs. The wall behind the seats had a visible hole in it; small but visible. A bullet hole. Her vision had already come true but not the way she had thought. Something she immediately thanked God for. But they were armed.

Casey looked at Emily who looked pale and in shock. It broke her heart to see her best friend like that. Derek didn't take his eyes off of her and was trying to speak through the tape but it came out as mumbling and Casey didn't dare try and remove the tape. But Casey could tell that Derek was trying to tell her something and her eyes roved over him and the seat until she saw the looseness of the rope on his arms. Joe and Clarence hadn't notice that Derek had gotten himself free and could get up at any moment.

Her heart beating fast she slowly looked around to see if the small plan that had begun to formulate during her long drive was possible. Looking from the light on the ceiling to the rubbled and dirty floor Casey's hand moved to her ankle patting the unnoticeable bulge. She looked back at Emily and then her eyes rested on Derek. She let her head slightly nod toward Emily giving Derek unspoken directions.

"Trust me." Casey whispered. Derek barely nodded his head but looked at her intently.

Casey took a deep breath and then quickly snatched up a large rock from the ground and threw it at the light dangling from the ceiling. It hit the bulb which shattered instantly.

And the room went pitch black.

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I'm so sorry that it's short, and I'm extremely sorry if it's crappy but I didn't want to make you guys wait any more. I hope that you guys will be nice and give me lots of feedback love. I know that the whole mess about the LwD seasons and dasey has got a lot of us bummed. (Truth be told I'm not even sure what's going on, but I have a feeling that I should just cover my ears and sing 'LA LA LA' and live in my own happy Dasey land forevermore.) We Dasey lovers need to stay strong and keep producing as many stories as possible.

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-Tarryn