Alright, more revisions, time flies by. It's late as I'm typing this and I'll probably release all my revisions from tonight and tomorrow morning as a bundle so they can become assimilated rapidly. But here we are with Mr. Sandman...bring me a dream...please...

Season 2-Prologue 4

Mr. Sandman

Bring me a Dream

Odette was alone again, this time she knew her surroundings well. The sky patterned room stained fresh with blood, little splatters over the wall dotting the clouds a cutely sickening pink. He was there too, grisly beard and ragged hair; he smelled of cheap whiskey and ash. "Think you're so fucking pretty huh? So smart and well mannered? You're just like your mother; too good for the home you were raised in. Well we'll show you your place!" He threw her to the ground and forced her to strip as he drew his belt and she felt the lashes one after the other, she had grown to count them. He was never satisfied until he had left fifteen; she didn't know why, but there was a method to his madness. One he was done and blood trickled down her back he staggered off ranting about her uselessness before chucking a bottle at her head. She screamed as it flew at her, and snapped back to reality.

It had been another nightmare, she didn't know if it was the festival fast approaching or the fact that this semester had been much harder to handle than she'd originally anticipated, but these had become much more frequent. She looked over at her sleeping teammates and then finally her eyes rested on Ragnar. She'd remembered what it'd been like when she met him, she had dropped into the forest and immediately been outclassed by some Ursa. Her two sabers she had made into a dual blade staff and tried to fend them off, but they were too big. Then he appeared axe in hand to take down the bears, the pink aura radiating off him like smoke escaping a jar. He was magnificent to behold and he had saved her and made sure she got through that ordeal. She leaned over him looking at his sleeping face, the stern jaw and pure face. Although his body was not pitted with scars like hers was, he bore many scars of his own on his heart. She wanted to be beside him, to share his warmth and his pain, but she knew it would never be. She felt the salty tears run down her face, "I know I act out and can be rude sometimes, but it's all for your attention. Please, I want you to look at me." She sobbed silently.

Dreams drive us to Attain the Impossible

Luxus hung back on the bars of the ring panting heavily as he looked at Newt and Yang who had finally broke a decent sweat for the first time in the past few days. "We're gonna take a break." Newt said as she walked off to get water. These words were gifts from the God above, until Pyron and Carlos stepped into the ring.

"Um, Newt, what's going on?" He called.

"Like I said, we're taking a break, but you're not done yet." She called back as he looked at Pyron and Carlos.

"I don't suppose I can negotiate this one?" He asked.

"Not at all." Carlos said cracking his knuckles.

*Play Opening theme for C-Control*

"Of course not." Luxus rose taking the boxing stance Yang and Newt had drilled into him as he got ready for their blows. Carlos ran in first and Luxus ducked beneath his initial punch and drove and uppercut into Carlos' ribs. He stumbled back and Pyron leapt in with a kick that hit Luxus' guard hand but still drove him back with the force. As soon as Pyron's feet hit the mat Luxus swept them out from under him and kneed him in the face where he stumbled back. Carlos caught him as he stumbled back and they both charged in with a flurry of punches from each. Luxus bobbed and weaved, every third punch landing it's mark, but at this point he had become dulled to the pain. He got backed into the ropes and began his counter-attack. He dove beneath the ropes and out of the ring, diving back in with a slide to get a view between Pyron and Carlos' legs. A quick jab upward with each hand brought the men to their knees where Luxus brought down a chop stopping just short of their necks.

Newt simply clapped, "Well done Luxy! I didn't think you'd go the Newt way on these two!"

"Well I mean their balls are probably gone but their shins are still there." He said panting as he leaned against the rope.

"Well you're getting there, so are you ready for round three?" She asked.

"Round what?" He looked up and as Carlos and Pyron limped out, Caradin, Knives, and Edan stepped in. "Oh you've got to be kidding me!"

The Pain of watching those you Love, Die…is worse than any Nightmare.

The young man in the black coat and eye-patch simply wandered through the forest now. He didn't know where he was, who he was, or why his heart ached so much when he watched the white haired girl die over and over again. He tried to stop it every time, but she kept appearing. Was she real, was he even real? He wandered aimlessly about, unsure of what was to become of him. He was very thirsty.

It's all a Dream…a bad dream…

Xich watched as Deverou stumbled about the forest in a daze, the Eye of Shadows had held him longer than he wanted. He had stopped trying to fight Xich after two days and now began to wander about trying to catch whatever illusion he saw. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for his cousin to snap out of it, but at least he had enough sense to drink water. Xich kept an eye on him in case he fell in face first and started to drown. His scroll beeped with a message from home base. "Sender: Kyran Rhodes, Message: Is this a secure line?"

Xich drew a small communicator from his pocket and placed it in his ear activating it. "This is Xichmael Tenebrous, 2nd Division Leader of the Interrogation Unit. Serial Number X311BK201. Requesting secure line with Commander Kyran Rhodes." He said as he waited on the response from the operator.

"Request approved, wait for connection." The operator replied promptly.

"This is Commander Kyran Rhodes, I assume this is Xichmael Tenebrous."

"You assume correctly," He said with a grin, "So what is all of this about."

"Command is breathing down my neck about your assignment. They want results and feel that you aren't providing them." He said promptly with a hint of frustration.

"Oh yeah, I'll get right on openly murdering any Faunus believed of White Fang affiliation and the brutal torture of one Brandon Copper…if that's all can I go?" Xich said keeping an eye on Deverou who had just begun sucking on a tree.

"Look, just give me something to take back to these guys! You know how things get when officials get frantic." He said with a bit of anxiety.

"If you have to take something back," He said prying his cousin off the tree and putting a canteen in his mouth, "then you can tell them that I ask that they fuck off." Xich said as he hung up. Deverou blinked a bit before looking at the canteen in his mouth and his cousin standing over him.

"What the hell happened, why does my mouth taste like sap?" He asked looking around.

"Long story."

Do Dreams Die with Us?

David sat on the roof over-watching Vale. How long had it been since the spirits had spoken to him? This city was in the middle of something very dark indeed and yet the spirits were quiet. "Why are you silent?"

"Probably has to do with the fact that not everyone feels like talking as much as you do." The voice replied with sarcasm.

"Hello there Ms. Knight." David replied.

"Call me Mary. Miss is too formal for my liking, so what are you up to?" She asked plopping down next to him.

"Trying to converse with spirits to find out what exactly is going on in this town." He replied.

"You're from those lands where spiritualism is big aren't ya? Where's the rest of your team?" She asked.

"In the gym with Luxus, apparently he has been everyone's punching bag for the past few days." He said with a chuckle.

"Aw for real!? I could have so gotten back at him for the flirting he did with me at the beginning of the year!" She said slamming her fist down.

"I don't think Newt would be too fond of him if you said that." He added rubbing his shin in remembrance of the last time he 'stepped out of line'.

"Oh, just more fun for me then, I swear if I had a girl like Newt to sick on Edan whenever he did something stupid, life would be so much easier." She added in a day-dreamy daze.

He nodded solemnly then turned to her, "So are you going?"

"Well no need to chase me with a broom just yet!" She cried with a huff before becoming serious, "Hey David, what happens to our dreams when we die?"

"Huh?"
"I mean," She looked at the ground as her tone became a somber one, "when my parents died, I was at a loss. So I decided to become a Huntress to honor their memory, but do you think that's something I want to do? With Edan's parents too, they were killed and he chose a road to vengeance. Do you think they would have wanted that for him?" She asked.

He pondered this for a moment before responding, "Mary I believe your dream is to see Edan happy correct? And his dream is to avenge his parents? Well vengeance is a slippery slope, often it will lead one to become what they despise so much. If you truly want to see him happy you must make him accept what happened, don't live in your parents shadows, live your life for you. I'm sure that's what they'd say." He finished.

She smiled, "You're pretty wise for such a young kid, thanks David." She walked away, and David went back to trying to consulting the spirits.

Sleep with One Eye Open, Gripping your pillow Tight

The scene had played out in his nightmares since the day it had happened to him, most likely a mark of his taint, his Mark of Cain. Not many had met the mysterious man of the shadows Cain, Master of Nightmares. He had marked many at the school: Sammy, Edan, Knives, Safe, and even others who did not know it. Mary Knight, Rory Farbe, even Ora Ngenge, bore the scars of the man. But this was not their nightmare; their prophetic vision of weakness, Bertilak saw the scene play out again and again. He knew by now the girl was unnatural, she whispered to the Grim, their hate was her hate, and she was cloaked in darkness as they were. She appeared as if she wasn't there, but it was her beauty that enticed him. She had jet black hair and thin eyebrows, but her eyelashes were snowy white, as was her skin. She wore a thin white sundress, blotted with pink, which he learned later was blood. Her eyes were the palest yellow, and her smile was the purest white. She waved and he followed, deeper and deeper into the cave until the only light was the one she gave off, a faint purple laced with shadows. But he followed obediently, and so did Rory; Rory screamed to turn back, to head home, but Bertilak could not hear him as only the girl existed in his vision.

The King Taijitu struck swiftly as Rory pushed him out of the way, taking it on with his rifle, pushing the beast back. Bertilak raised his weapon, the sawn of lever-action shotgun axes, and brought them down on his brother cutting clean through his arm. He screamed and the rifle clattered to the ground, Bertilak stood in terror of his own actions as the girl cackled. The King Taijitu reared back again and Rory, eyes full of tears and rage, slammed into Bertilak grabbing one of the weapons with his remaining arm and fired into the beast's maw; his wrist was a pinwheel of motion as he fired and reloaded in almost instantaneous efficiency. Bertilak stood back to back with his brother and they fired until all that was left of the Taijitu was a corpse riddled with buckshot as it's body and gore painted the walls. Bertilak looked at his brother's arm, the mark of his weakness and shame, and then the dream repeated once more. His nightmare was far from over, as he lived with it's effects every day.

I will show you Terror, in a Handful of Dust

Count Moonstream sat there stroking his thin moustache and chin strip, his wavy black hair with the single white streak in it set well against his black suit and white frills of his cuffs and ascot. He wore an elegant black cape with red lining and a ruby broach. "So you are the best assassin in Western Vytal?" He asked the man who stood before him.

He stood silently to the question answering with a shrug. The man was clad in a long brown cloak that reached his ankles, and had a neck to it that covered the lower half of his face, and was wrapped in bandages all over his body to keep out the wind and sand from his homeland. He had baggy white pants, tied off just below his knees, as the bandages ran down to his sandaled feet. What bits of his hair stuck out from beneath the bandages was brown, his right eye was brown and his left eye showed the scars of battle as it was whited out with a scar over the eyelid. Strapped to his back was a single sword, a scimitar, and no doubt there were more weapons on his body.

Marcus Moonstream stroked his beard, unsure of what to think of the man. "May I have a demonstration?"

The man stood silently, and approached his glass of water. With a touch the water entered the man's body and as he pushed his finger deeper, soon even the glass began to dry and crack, returning to the quartz and sand it was made from. "That is enough." The Countess declared as she entered, Constance Moonstream wearing her black frilled dress, her blood red hair standing out against it. "If he will kill the Blut boys of Vale, what does it matter his talent? Either they will live or he, it has been too long since Luna has reported on them so we must assume that she cannot carry out the task given to her."

"Indeed," The Count replied as he looked at his assassin, "The Sandman, a fitting name for one who is as dry as the desert. Your targets are Cyan and Caedan Silver, and Alexander Blut. I assume you will be through?"

He nodded and left, their younger daughter Zyrina entering as the young man's eyes lightened and he nodded and waved, with what could be assumed was a smile. "Who was that father?" The young girl in her long flowing white sundress with tiny black bats on it accented her ebony hair and crimson eyes.

"Just someone who is going to be helping your sister with her mission." He said as he looked into the distance as his dream would soon come to fruition.

Falling asleep, so I'm going to go make some CFVY. Hahaha puns...seriously though, please review and all that shizz.