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Song: Sweet Dreams by Beyoncé
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Jordan's p.o.v.

We all dream. We do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds. Strange at least by comparison with the logical purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.

I don't know who I'm waiting for. I just know that there is someone coming. The other side of the table is empty, and there's a menu and silverware in front of it. There are people surrounding me, all of them laughing and chatting and talking excitedly. It was making me irritated. They're so naive and stupid, don't they know what's happening to the world right now? Don't they know the horror, the absolute chaos that's going on? How could they be so stupid?

"Some like to ignore fear rather than acknowledge it and face it."

The other side of the table was suddenly filled. Ianite sipped her tea with haste, like she was hurrying to drink it as fast as she could and get out of here as soon as possible. Maybe she was. I watched wordlessly as the tea she had just drank began to pour out from the hollow holes in her cheeks. She's rotting.

"You will lose some, you will gain some. You won't be able to save everyone, but you will get what you want most in the end." She nervously glanced towards the front door, and then back to her cup. She's expecting someone too.

"The journey will be difficult, but you can't give up. No matter what happens, you cannot give up. Promise me? Promise me you won't give up on your lady?"

I shook my head. "I won't give up."

Her eyes began to pale. From purple to grey in a matter of a few seconds. She's dying. There's nothing I can do. "Keep your enemies close," she whispered to me. "And your loved ones closer." Her skin began to wrinkle. Her eyes weren't there anymore. Her skeleton is crumbling. She's dust.

My goddess is no longer with me. I am on my own.

I wake up screaming. And it's the bad screaming, the really really bad screaming, the kind that takes Tom a whole hour to stop. It feels impossible to calm down. My nerves are shot, my heart won't stop racing, every hair on my body is standing on ends. Toms trying his best, but it isn't working. I don't understand why the dream freaked me out so much, she's just telling me to be careful. Though I could've gone without seeing her crumble into dust.

"Jesus, you're shaking," Tom muttered as he stroked my hair, still trying to calm me down. I was clutching his hoodie for dear life and whimpering like crazy. I was shaking, and I couldn't stop. Thank god Rosie is still at Mots with Matt and the rest of the wizards. I don't want her to see me like this.

I wish she was here though. She calms me down when nobody else can.

"Is there anything I can do?" Tom asked softly, still stroking my hair. "Do I need to go get Dec?"

Keep your enemies close, and your loved ones closer.

"Rosie," I choked out. "G-Go get Rosie. Please." I need my baby.

"I don't want to leave you alone...would you be okay going over to Decs room until I get back?"

I nodded. He sighed and reluctantly scooped me up into his arms, maneuvering himself out of the room and in front of Decs room. He knocked on the door a few times and then we waited. A few long minutes later, it finally opened, with a wide awake and completely panicked Champwan behind it. "Y-Yeah! Yeah what's up? What's goin' on?" He stuttered out while he ran a hand through his messy sweaty hair. He oddly enough wasn't wearing his hoodie or even a shirt, just a pair of sweat pants.

Tom shared the same confusion I had, raising an eyebrow at Champs appearance. "I uh, was wondering if you could watch Sparklez for a minute while I go pick up Rosie?"

"Oh sure! Just give me like ten seconds, okay?" He rushed back into the room, but not before slamming the door on our faces. What's up with him? You'd think after waking somebody up in the middle of the night, they'd be cranky and disoriented. He was the complete opposite.

"I can't believe it," I heard Tom chuckle. Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

"W-what?" I asked confused. But the door to the room opened before he could say, and Champ appeared again with a shirt on this time.

"Okay! Everything's good now, come in!" He said with way too much nervousness in his voice.

"I don't mean to be nosy, but did we interrupt anything important?" Tom asked, suppressing a smile.

"Oh n-no, I wasn't doing anything! You uh, you didn't interrupt anything." He smiled widely, though it was obvious that the smile was forced.

"You're sure?" Tom asked, smirking. "Because if you were having sex just now, I wouldn't wanna make things awkward by interrupting you."

Oh. Oh.

Champs face went scarlet red, the exact shade of his eyes. "I-...do you want me to watch him or what?" He spat out, obviously flustered by Toms accusations. Oh my god, it's true.

"Alright no need to get defensive. I'll see ya in a bit, okay Sparkley pants?" Tom asked, kissing me on the head. I nodded and watched as he turned away and left down the hall, disappearing when he went down the stairs. I hope he comes back soon.

Champ silently went back into the room, and I followed shortly after. This is gonna be awkward. I can already tell.
Dec wasn't in the room, but I could hear someone moving around in the room beside ours, and I assumed he was in the bathroom. The bed was messy and the sheets we on the floor, some articles of clothing were poking out from underneath the bed, like someone had shoved them under there in a rush. They looked a lot like underwear. Oh god.

I stood awkwardly near the front of the room while Champ sat down on the end of the bed, his cheeks still a dark red from Toms words. Should I try to make conversation? This is probably the weirdest situation I've ever been in.

The door to the bathroom opened and in walked Dec, fully clothed with a calm smile on his face. He doesn't even look like he's done anything. I figured he'd be just as nervous and flustered as Champ was, but he was the opposite.
"Hello Jordan. What are you doing here at this time of night?" He asked casually, plopping down on the bed beside the extremely flustered Champ.

"T-Tom went to go get Rosie so um...he didn't want to leave me alone." My eyes drifted down to his arms, where I could see red scratch marks going down the sides of his skin. I couldn't stop the blush that spread across my cheeks. I can't handle this awkwardness.

"I understand. Take a seat, I don't want you standing with those bad knees." He patted a spot on the bed, but I stood where I was. God knows what happened on those sheets, I am not sitting on them.

"I-I'm good, thanks."

"Oh I insist, come sit."

"I really would rather not."

"And why is that?"

"Declan he knows," Champ muttered quietly.

"Ah. Well it's better that we didn't have to keep that secret, right Ryley?" Dec chuckled.

"Says you! You're not the one who had to deal with the embarrassment!"

"Oh shush, you're too sensitive. You over react to every little thing I do, even when were not in bed."

"Declan!" Champ shouted angrily, slapping the other on the arm.

"Don't you mean Decsie? At least that's what you were referring to me as while we were-"

"Shut. Up. I am about to sock you in the nose."

"G-Guys lets not fight, I don't care about what you were doing, don't get mad at each other because of me." I really don't mind at all what they choose to do with their time, so they shouldn't care that I know what they did. If they knew the things Tom and I did to each other...they wouldn't be so embarrassed. I mean he bought me a bondage book the other day, it can't get any worse than that.

"Don't worry, we weren't fighting anyhow. We were only bickering. It's something that we do quite often." Dec smiled and ruffled Champs already messy hair, making the younger smile and roll his eyes. Maybe their relationship is like Tom and I's. We bicker and argue, but that's what we like to do with each other. It's how we work. It's why we function so well. It's how we show our love for one another.

"You guys are really cute," I blurted out. I didn't mean to make it sound so creepy, but it did come out that way. I cleared my throat and looked down at my shoes so I wouldn't have to see their expressions. That was embarrassing.

"I think he's quite cute as well," I heard Dec comment playfully. Oh thank god they aren't weirded out by what I said.

"Oh shut up," Champ giggled. "You're such an old fashioned cheeseball, it's gross."

Cheeseball. I call Tom a cheeseball.

"Well I am old as dirt, as Tony would call it. I have a right to be old fashioned."

"You aren't that old..." Champ murmured back.

"I am offensively old Ryley." That comment made the two of them giggle, and the sight of them laughing with each other made me smile. They really do love one another, it shows so much when they look at each other or laugh at the others jokes. I wonder if people see that when they look at Tom and I.

A knock on the door made all three of us turn our heads, and I felt my stomach do a flip when I realized it was Tom back with Rosie. I can't wait to see my baby, I need to cuddle her and kiss her sweet little forehead. Maybe tonight she can sleep in our bed, between us so we can both cuddle her. I hope so. Champ jumped up to answer the door before I could, so I waited impatiently near the wall as he went to open up the door.

I didn't expect there to be screams. I didn't expect blood to be shed. I didn't expect there to be a monster behind that door.

But there was. And there was nothing I could've done to prevent that monster from doing what it did.
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More hurt people, more blood, more panic. I kept trying to tell myself there was nothing I could've done to save them, but I just couldn't stop blaming myself. I killed those people in the hospital. If I had just agreed to his rules, agreed to leave him alone and stay peaceful, there wouldn't have been any of this. If I had been an Ianitee and left well enough alone, then nothing would've happened. There wouldn't be any bodies, or blood, panic.

And I wouldn't be pressing my bloodied hands to Champs neck, trying to stop the flow of red that seemed like it would never stop.

"It's not working! I don't understand, I've done this before!" I tried desperately to get the blood to stop, but it wouldn't. It just kept pooling and his body seemed to be getting limper and limper, he wasn't even trying to scream anymore. Decs hands were rushing to open his medical bag, to retrieve what I'm not sure, I don't know what in gods name could help at this point, he's lost so much blood. I thought maybe I could heal him like I've done so many other times before, but it wasn't working. Nothing was. I felt so useless to the situation.

"We need to stop the flow of blood, stop the flow and I can get to work on stitches and bandaging." Dec was talking so fast I could barely understand him. That must be what he does when he panics. He's struggling to get the supplies out because his hands keep shaking, but I can't help because mine are still pressing down on Champs neck. How could I let this happen? He's dying, it's my fault. Decs only love is dying because of me. What if it was Tom laying here? What if it had been Tom who had been attacked? I couldn't bare it. How can Dec function right now?

He finally got all of his supplies out, and he immediately moved my hands away so he could press large pieces of cloth to Champs neck. I watched almost helplessly as the blood seeped through and the rising of Champs chest began to get less frequent. He's dying. Dec can't save him, he's lost too much blood. He's going to die.

"Please do something."

I looked up from Champs chest to Decs pleading eyes, and I felt my heart shatter. He's begging me to help when I can't. What do I do? I've tried, it didn't work. What the hell do I do?

Okay, I have to go back to when Phil and Mot were attacked by Botan. Matt saved Rosie and me, then went over to Phil to see if he was okay. And then I bent down to see if Mot was okay, and there were things broken...what happened then? I healed him but what happened before then? He was crying and calling out for Dianite...

Dianite, he was calling out for Dianite. Does that have something to do with it? Matt was holding Phil when I healed him and Mot was thinking of someone he loved. Love? Does that have something to do with it?

"H-Hold him for a minute," I stuttered out. This is my only lead, I don't know what else to do. Please let this work.

"What?"

"Just hold him and think about nice memories, things that you've shared and-and feelings, just things that you love about him. I'm gonna try something."

He nodded wordlessly and gently scooped up Champ from the carpet, cradling him in his arms when he finally got him into his lap. He loves him, he needs him in his life. I have to save him.

I sucked in a deep breath and placed my hands back on Champs neck, and I closed my eyes. Love, love, love. Champ has a loved one, he can't go right now. He needs to be here with Dec and he needs to live out the rest of his life peacefully. He has dreams, he needs to fulfill his dreams. He can't die, not yet, not like this. It isn't fair.

I couldn't tell if it was working, I just felt nauseous and a huge headache was beginning to cramp my mind. The more I thought about love and and Champs unfair death and his dreams, it increased. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, I was afraid I'd see the same lifeless Champ limp in Decs arms.

"Ryley? Ryley!" I heard a broken voice sob. And suddenly I didn't feel cold skin, I felt warmth underneath my hands. I did open my eyes, and I didn't see Champs lifeless body. I saw Champ clinging to Dec and I saw him breathing.

Oh thank god.

My headache felt like a migraine at this point, it was making my eyes water and my entire head feel like it was about to explode. I saved him though, I saved somebody's life. Champ isn't dead.

I passed out, but the last thing I saw before everything went black made me smile. My two friends kissing each other with no hesitation, no second thoughts.

I saved them.
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THE POWER OF LOVE SAVES ALL! Lol, I'm so bad at plot xD

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