Mitch groaned as he felt someone nudging his shoulder. He shifted his wings a bit. He tried to ignore it and fall back asleep, but that's when he felt a sharp pain across his face. With a surprised yell, Mitch startled awake with his wings flapping wildly behind him, jumping to his feet as he gazed at Weiss, who was laughing her head off. Mitch rubbed his cheek, an expression of mock anger on his face. "Did you seriously just slap me?!?!" He yelled, trying not to laugh.

Weiss, who was still laughing her head off, just nodded as she continued her laughing fit. "Well, you weren't waking up!" she managed to choke in between her laughs.

Mitch sighed, shaking his head. "Well, next time, please don't smack so hard... Anyways, what's up? I only ever end up here when you want to tell me something."

Weiss's expression of laughter turned into one of confusion. "Actually, I don't have anything."

"Then why am I here?" Mitch asked, confused.

"I dunno. Maybe you're the one with a story to tell!"

"What does that mean?"

"You know what I'm saying." Weiss said with a laugh. "Why do I have to be the one with a story to tell? Maybe your subconscious thought that you needed to see me! So... have anything?"

Mitch thought for a moment. "Umm... Well, something weird did happen a few days ago. I was just in my room, when I had this weird feeling in the back of my head. Then my friend got into a small accident once the feeling went away."

Mitch watched as Weiss froze a bit. "Which friend? I remember you telling me about Ian... and a few others." She said with a tone of worry.

"Umm... It was my friend Ty, he just fell and got glass in his arm."

Mitch rose an eyebrow as Weiss let out a sigh of relief. "Why? Was there someone you were worried about?" He asked.

Weiss quickly shook her head. "No, no, it's fine, not worried. Anyways, I think I know what you're talking about."

"Really?" Mitch said skeptically, still wondering what was up with her weird behavior.

"Yeah," She said, the confidence and peppiness back in her voice. "I heard about it while I was asking around the afterlife about angels. I met someone who seemed to know a lot about them. He told me that angels will get this feeling in the back of their heads when something bad is about to happen to someone close to them. That sounds like what you just said."

"So I'm like Spiderman?" Mitch said with a loud laugh.

Weiss laughed as well. "Yeah. SpiderAngel."

"But seriously, how do we know that we can trust that guy?" Mitch said, trying to sound serious again.

"Because," Weiss said, her voice trailing off as a grin came on her face. "His name was flipping George Washington."

Mitch tried to make a retort, but just snapped his mouth shut. Weiss laughed, and Mitch joined in, their laughter filling the empty space. Mitch's laugh eventually faded as a certain thought came to his mind. "Weiss... remember when I told you about hiding my wings from my friends?"

Weiss snapped to attention, her head cocking to the side. "Yeah... Why?"

"It's just... one them... He's my best friend in the whole world, and he got mad the other day because I was hiding things from him. I hated hearing him like that... I felt so bad. What do you think I do?"

Weiss fell silent, before whispering, "Mitch... That's your decision. If you think you can really trust him, then tell him."

Mitch was about to say something else when a wave of drowsiness came over him. He held his head, before he could feel himself falling to the ground, as he finally knocked out.

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Mitch's eyes shot open, but he quickly shut them with a groan as he realized where he was. "Again?!?!" He said with a groan as he forced himself to his feet, looking around him.

Once again, Mitch found himself in the empty black space, white lights around his feet as he stepped forward. He groaned, not feeling mentally prepared to face the figure and the light again. But he still wanted to know why he was seeing these things. His wings spread out behind him, before Mitch flew off into the air.

I should have mentioned this to Weiss... he thought as he flew in random directions, looking for the starry patterned figure. She might have had some information about it, or at least she might have been able to find some.

Mitch was snapped out of his thoughts by a faint blue light in the distance. Bingo. Mitch flew toward it, determination welling up inside of him. Mitch saw the figure come into view, and he flew low to the ground, looking over the figure.

The figure looked the same before. There wasn't a single difference, and that made Mitch feel uneasy. But he knew attempting to interact with the figure wasn't going to result in anything useful, so he just flew above him, keeping silent and keeping an eye out for the golden light.

It was only a few moments before the golden light appeared, and Mitch hovered in the air next to the figure, who had frozen. Like always... Mitch thought to himself. Only as Mitch noticed, the light was beginning to take shape. Mitch had to shield his eyes as the light intensified to the point where it was blinding. But when the light died down, and had finished taking shape, Mitch's jaw dropped open as he almost fell out of the air from surprise.

"Weiss?" He said inaudibly, his voice just dying out.

The golden light had reshaped itself to look just like the girl, with long hair and winter clothes, but this version of Weiss was completely clad in the gold light, and although no distinct features were present, Mitch was positive that it was her.

That's when the figure seemed to look directly at her, and the golden Weiss looked startled, backing up a step before running away. The figure reached out to her, before running after her.

A whirlwind of thoughts in his head, Mitch flew after them. Weiss... Why is she here? What does she have to do with this?!?!? Mitch thought, following the random path that the chase between the golden Weiss and the figure ensued. Does she know something about this? Who is that figure, and why does Weiss not want it to get to her? Mitch growled, trying to understand why any of this was happening.

That's when the golden Weiss suddenly disappeared, leaving the confused figure behind. Mitch landed next to it, knowing what was about to happen. Mitch closed his eyes as the figure snapped its head to the left, and a bright flash flooded his vision. Mitch flinched as he felt something splatter onto him, and he opened his eyes to see the same pool of blood as before, only the amount increased again. Mitch watched angrily as the light pillars rose around him again, a golden light appearing high above him, but only this time, Mitch could recognize it as the figure that resembled Weiss, who was looking at the pool of blood, looking terrified.

"Weiss!" Mitch called with a twinge of hope in his voice. That hope quickly died as Mitch realized that the gold girl couldn't hear him. He cursed loudly as he flew into the air toward the golden light that the clone of Weiss was emitting. He kept flying until he felt a strong pulling on his wrists, dragging him downward, the pulling feeling also on both of his ankles. This time however, he didn't struggle against the pulls, he just let himself wall to the ground, letting his wings go limp. As the golden light and the gold Weiss faded from view, Mitch closed his eyes.

"You can't save him. He is going to die. He must die. The black-haired raven must die."

A moment later Mitch hit the ground.

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Mitch startled awake in his bed, hyperventilating, as he buried his head in his hands. He didn't know exactly what emotion he was feeling... it was like a mix of frustration, confusion and fear. Mitch sat there in his bed, thinking.

About half an hour passed, and Mitch had pushed the nightmare, or whatever you call it, and thought of something else. He had the voices or both of his friends tossing around in his thoughts.

"I can see where you are coming from. I wouldn't in your situation either. But I really don't think they would see you the way you think they will."

"Mitch... That's your decision. If you think you can really trust him, then tell him."

"Do you think I see you that way? I still see you as the same old Canadian we all love Mitch. If it helps, I promise not to tell. You can always talk to me if you want though."

Mitch quickly sat up in his bed, a look of determination in his eyes. "Tonight." He told himself. "I'll tell him tonight."