Jensen flies down the stairs with incredible speed, determined to get to the level below. His feet slide across the floor as he jumps off the last stair. He reaches out and yanks the door open and sprints through the gap.

He can hear his friends calling out to him, their voices getting louder with every step he takes.

He finally reaches the last door and pulls it open and slips inside.

"No, Jensen, leave!" Alec yells as Jensen steps in front of his cell.

Jensen freezes in his step, panting. "What? Why? I'm going to get you guys out of here," Jensen tells him, eyeing the control panel to the left of him.

"Jensen!" Daisy calls out.

Jensen leaves the panel and sprints down to the last cell, to see the girl with golden hair standing there. Daisy's eyes meet his and Jensen steps closer so he's standing right in front of the bars, less than a foot away from her.

Her eyes droop in sadness at the sight of her friend that she hasn't seen in so long. "Jensen, please you have to go," she pleads with him. "They'll kill us all. You can't stop them."

Jensen shakes his head in disbelief. "No, we can get out of here, we'll fight them," he tells her, though doubt begins to brew in his head.

Daisy steps back, but before her foot can touch the ground, Tony and Alec appear beside her and they all fall backward, landing on their back with one loud thump.

Blood trickles down the side of their heads, the red trail leading up to a small hole, the size of a bullet in the center of their foreheads.

A cry of pain scratches at the back of Jensen's throat, almost getting out, but stops just as a jolt surges through his entire body.

Jensen shoots up in his bed as he finally lets out the cry he had been holding in for so long. He gasps and thrashes in the sheets covering his body, ripping them off in one motion.

He sits on his knees on the mattress, his orange eyes looking around the dark room rapidly, looking for anything familiar. His eyes finally settle on the wall in front of him where he could see his father in the other room, sound asleep.

Jensen urges his eyes to return to their natural color and leans back, letting his body fall against the pillows. He lets out a heavy breath and moves his feet out from under him, letting his body relax and recover from the sudden event that just occurred in his head.

He can't shake the strong feeling of reality that he got from his dream. It had felt so real, and whenever it feels that real, it always comes true.

A shudder ripples through Jensen's muscles as he remembers the image of his friends on the ground with blood trickling down their heads. Jensen sits up quickly and grabs the sheets that he had thrown away and wraps them around his shaking body.

He stares motionless at the grey wall in front of him and tries his hardest to think of any solution that could save them, but the only thing he can come up with is to not do anything.

<><><>

"I don't care." An exasperated sigh escapes a man's lips. His dark forest-green eyes roll at the doctor standing in front of him. "Kill him. If you can't manage to do anything right, then deal with the problem. I can't have someone more powerful than me running around, now can I?"

The doctor nods her head, her grey eyes wide and alert. "Yes, sir, I understand." She hurries to a computer against one of the walls. Her white-blonde hair is pulled into a tight bun and almost matches her white lab coat, making it appear as if she is dressed up as a ghost.

Tony lays motionless on the metal table in the middle of the room.

The green-eyed man walks so he is standing directly in front of the boy. "Hm," he hums as he looks down, a couple of strands of his auburn hair shifting forward to lay on his forehead. "Dr. James, do you know why this boy is such a threat?" he asks, not looking away. His voice is mellow and innocent, concealing the contempt that is stirring inside of him.

"I—"

"He's evil," he interrupts, not letting her get a word in.

The woman blushes and turns back to the computer, resuming the task she had started.

The man with the auburn hair sighs. "His brother killed my wife." He shrugs. "Oh," he lifts a finger up, "and he's a rare creature-thing-whatever that I can't get any powers from—as you know—Dr. James, because you told me this yourself."

"And, okay, so apparently—" The man flourishes his wrist. "He's also like this supernatural king of some sort. So..." He purses his lips as he thinks.

He sighs before speaking again, "Yeah, he just has to go. Not good for business."

He turns on his heel and steps towards the door. "Get it done," he says shortly and then pulls the door open.

He pauses just before fully stepping out. "Please." He smiles at the woman before exiting the room.

Once the door closes behind him, the woman sighs and slumps against the wall, letting out a long breath. But quickly, she recovers and goes to the boy.

"Tony," she says and grabs his bicep, shaking it gently.

He remains unwavering and asleep upon the table.

"Tony," she says louder and grabs his shoulders, shaking him more urgently this time.

His eyes snap open and he jerks with a start. Tony thrashes violently against the shackles keeping him secured to the table.

"Tony, stop! It's okay!" The woman tells him, taking her hands off of him.

Tony freezes and trains his eyes on the woman, watching her closely. "Who the hell are you?" He snaps at her, breathing heavily, a scowl on his tan skin.

The woman's grey eyes soften and she smirks. "Estelle, hotshot." She crosses her arms as she waits for him to come to his senses.

The boy doesn't even have to think about it before replying, "No, you're not. So who are you?"

"I'm not kidding, kid. So cut it out so I can save your life." She rolls her eyes at the boy's lack of reality.

Tony hesitates this time and looks over the woman. Her features resemble Estelle's, that much he could tell. But her lack of electric blue hair, piercings, and tattoos throw him completely off.

"I've never seen you... look so... normal," he chooses his words carefully.

Estelle lets out a small laugh. "Wow." She shakes her head. "But for real kid, we don't have much time."

She immediately gets to work and turns around to grab a tablet on a metal cart that's pushed against the wall. She begins to press a bunch of buttons and type things furiously onto the lit-up touch-screen.

At first, nothing happens, but after about a minute Tony's restraints make a popping sound, releasing him.

Tony jumps off the table without hesitation and stretches his limbs. "Oh gosh, that's much better." He chuckles bitterly and glares at the table.

He turns to face the woman still messing around with the tablet. "So, what now?" He asks.

Estelle doesn't look up from the screen. "Well, first I have to send a message to the geek squad so that way they can get us the hell out of here," she glances up at him, "unless you want to stay?"

"Oh hell no." Tony glares at her.

Estelle chuckles at the boy's response. "Didn't think so."

A few minutes later Estelle throws the tablet at the wall, letting it shatter against the wall.

Tony jumps slightly at the sudden action but recovers when she turns and begins to leave the room without him. He follows her down the hall, every so now and then they pause and listen for footsteps, but no one seems to be around, thankfully.

Estelle makes a sharp left, bringing them into another hallway and heads for the third door on the left. She pushes the door open and they stumble through the opening.

Both of them squint at the harsh light of the sun and step back, letting their eyes adjust.

"That's how close the door was?" Tony scoffs. "I can't believe it was just down the hall." He mutters and steps outside fully.

A cool breeze passes through the air as the door closes behind them with a soft slam. Estelle begins to lead Tony up a set of stairs outside.

"What the-" Tony stops midway up the stairs and his head turns, looking from side to side as he takes in his surroundings.

Cars zoom past the two, the roads surrounding almost every side of the building that they now stand in front of. Honks echo around them and birds fly above them, tweeting merrily. Across the street, kids play at the park happily, without a care in the world. In conclusion, they are in the middle of a city. Plenty of people surround them, but none with a clue as to what's actually happening in the building behind him.

"Let's go, slow-poke!" Estelle calls over her shoulder as she begins to cross the road.

Tony sprints to catch up and they both jog over to a black minivan that is parallel parked next to a curb.

"Hey!" A man yells.

Estelle's head whips to the side to see a group of guys dressed in military attire running towards them.

"Get in the van," she tells Tony hastily as she watches the men get closer to them. She notices Tony's hesitation and yells, "Get in the van!"

Tony reaches for the handle of the passenger door just as someone shoots a gun. He ducks. And holds his hands up to his head.

Estelle jumps in front of his line of sight and then her body drops to the ground. She yells out in pain and her eyes shine bright, sea-green. Tony's hands drop from his head and he stretches them out so that his palms point in the direction of the guards.

Fire flies from his hands and engulfs the group of men. However, they continue forward and grab the two runaways, unfazed by the fire.

But then, behind them a fire hydrant explodes, catching everyone off guard. They drop Estelle and Tony as water shoots up, surrounding them. The water moves to cover only the guard's faces, like masks.

They claw at their faces, but their hands fall right through, as if a ghost is strangling them, unable to stop themselves from drowning.

Eventually, they all stop struggling and one by one they fall to the ground, no longer breathing, unable to hurt the two supernaturals on the ground across from them.

Estelle clutches her chest and whimpers. The sidewalk beneath her has begun to turn red, the blood spreading around her body like a spiderweb on top of the sand-colored sidewalk.

Tony lets out the breath he was holding and crawls over to her. "Did you-"

"Yes," Estelle gasps, confirming his beliefs. She used her abilities to kill the guards.

Tony presses his lips together, contemplating what to make out of the situation. Instead of thinking about it much longer, he says nothing and reaches to pick Estelle up from the ground.

He gets her into the van and sets her gently on the back seat. He jogs around the car and hops into the driver's seat. He glances at all of the mirrors, making sure there are no other surprises awaiting them.

He sighs in relief when he finds the coast clear. He looks up at the rear-view mirror and watches Estelle silently.

She struggles to breathe in the back seat, her hand clutching the wound on her chest. Tony would use his powers to at least cauterize the wound, but she refused when he suggested the idea. They have had their differences, sure, but she is the reason that he is alive. And now, he will be the reason another person dies.

Eventually, Estelle quits struggling, and the car becomes completely silent, except for the soft hum of the engine as he drives through the lively city.

<><><>

Hours later, Tony sits alone in the car in a parking lot far away from the place he had been held captive.

In the back seat lies Estelle, looking as if she is just taking a nap. Her cheeks still hold their rosy blush, and her lips have the slightest curve. He would have thought she's having a peaceful rest if the images of earlier that day weren't engraved into his mind permanently.

He wipes the back of his hoodie sleeve across his eyes, clearing the tears that are blurring his vision. His head falls against the steering wheel. The mop of chocolate curls on his head spread across his hands carelessly.

The body count is piling up. Every person lost adds another weight to Tony's chest, as if they are physically latching their souls onto his. Each soul is crying out in anguish, you did this. You did this. You were supposed to protect us.

"I'm sorry," he says. A couple of tears fall from his tan cheeks, onto the dashboard. The liquid makes a sizzling sound and the smell of smoke hits Tony's nose. He looks up from his hands to see that he is surrounded in a smoky haze.

He pushes on the door to the car, and it swings open. Tony stumbles out of the van, a trail of dark smoke following him. The smoke stings his eyes and he struggles to see the ground in front of him. Tony trips over his own feet and ends up falling onto the hard pavement. He hazily turns on the ground to see the black car still smoking profusely.

Then suddenly and without warning, the mini-van explodes. Metal flies in every direction, faster than Tony has to shield his body from the deadly shrapnel.