Like most, it was pitch black. I was viewing the scene from somewhere above it. I thought I saw the shapes of my friends flicker in the pitch black, but I could never find them again. Voices echoed, some droned and far off, others sounding right in my ear as a vicious hiss.
The voices spoke of the same things: death, destruction, chaos. They spoke of my friends' deaths, always somehow referring me as the reason of death. It was torcher to listen to, but it had become the norm for my every night, and I endured it.
One voice stuck out from the rest. As I heard it begin to whisper, I felt horror twist in my stomach. Somehow, this voice was different. Somehow, it spoke the truth.
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Max snapped awake. She was lying curled up on the cold tile floor of the interrogation room. Her eyes blazed with utter fear as she slowly began to grip reality again. The voice continued to echo and fade in her mind, repeating what could only be true.
"They're dead. Ambushed by heartless, the three of them. Didn't stand a chance."
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Nexan was awake, sipping her coffee in an attempt to remain so. Someone had to look over the reports. She was just beginning to become acquainted with the eerie silence when Xahnan burst through the door.
"Something's wrong!" she panted. It was all Nexan needed to hear.
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Max was glancing around, eyes glazed with unconstrained fear and frustration. It was literally driving her insane, trying to figure out just who the voice from her dream was referring to. She was clutching her head with concentration when Nexan burst into the dark room, followed close behind by Xahnan.
"What's wrong?" Nexan demanded,, ignoring Xahnan's previous advice to keep her distance.
Max stared at her, eyes wide. "S-somethings wrong...! Someone... three members... dead!"
Nexan felt fear clutch her mind for a second. Then she shook the feeling off. How could Max know if someone had died? She had been locked up for three days now. But then again, Max always seemed to have some card up her sleeve to explain strange things like this knowledge of death.
"Who?" Nexan asked, trying to remain calm.
Max's hands shook violently in frustration. "I don't know!" Her voice rose in pitch and horror.
"Easy," Nexan ordered, pinning Max's arms to her side. She knew that III could loose control of her body at any second in the state she was in. She needed help calming herself down.
Nexan looked over her shoulder at Xahnan, who was standing awkwardly, watching the events unfold. "Take Max and get her some hot chocolate or something. She needs to calm down."
Xahnan nodded and took over pinning her arms to her side, leading her out of the interrogation room.
Nexan had been unruffled by the information almost as much as Max. She would have thought the whole thing fake if it hadn't been for that one thing. For the fact that Max had said "three members" had died.
Because it just so happened that Nyxick, and the twins Xashy and Galex had been late in returning from their mission.
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