Just then, out of the mist came out the same girl from many of the teenagers dreams...and she was so beautiful, she looked like a women from a dream. Her long black hair hung behind her head, her figure was well shown in her small shirt and tank-top she wore. She was walking, slowly, looking out until the lake, and anyone that had had the dream, that is the point it had ended.

But not now.

The girl looked over at the group, her eyes matching all of there's. But they were not her normal light blue eyes; her eyes looked possessed, demon-like...and they all knew who the girl was, April, Chrisopher, and David best of all.

It was Senna.

Then, as quickly as she came, Senna turned and starting walking into the water.

April cursed slightly and unknowningly, she started running towards Senna, that feeling of dread and confusion coming back from that morning. Her legs carried her to the shoreline, when the impossible happened all at once.

Out of the lake came the huge form of a grey wolf, his large black eyes looking at Senna intently, not looking at the group, his grey shaggy mane not even wet from the water. Then, he opened his large jaws, which could have been the size of three full grown men, and he swallowed them all whole. Senna first and then the group of people that ran after her. The last thing April remembered was her blood curtling scream and then...darkness.

((basicailly everyone runs after Senna here and then gets swallowed up by the wolf...I will awake everyone after we all catch up ))

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All Samantha remembered was a large grey wolf that swallowed everyone. She screamed. Then there was nothing.

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"I saw it," samantha gulped, "But can't believe it."She scooted a little closer to Mark, feeling a little frightened.

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*bump-eth*

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(I don't know...right now, everyone is simply being swallowed by the wolf and blacking out...and I don't want to leave anyone behind!)

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[I think most people are still here. blacking out's not a topic one can write an essay on.]

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(I don't need an essay... I just don't want to post more and leave everyone behind)

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[nah everyone's had long enough. just post. ]

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(okay! lol )

It was very, very bright. A large gust of never stopping wind contiuned to blow hard into the endless sky...the smells of the sea spread for miles around in all directions. A sharp pain went into her head as the sea salt smell she had been half consiencely enjoying was now overwhelmed by the smell of blood and the pain that went down her wrists, shoulder and spike. Then, regretfully, she opened her eyes...

April opened her eyes, moaning. Her head throbbed and she felt lost, trying to remember what had happened. Then, one thought came into her head. Oh yeah, hell happened. She remembered her curse of a sister Senna running to the water and then she ran---why did she run? And the wolf...April shook her head of these thoughts and felt that she wasn't standing on anything. She looked down.

And she saw a drop.

April screamed. She looked up and saw that she was against a brink wall, hanging by her wrists (which were now bloodly, bruised, and cut up) in hard iron chains. Her shoulders where also bruised and sore and she felt the back of her legs scrapping up against the wall, also bloody. She saw the ocean below her and the sky above her, and to her sides lay everyone else that was at the lake that morning.

Everyone, that is, except for Senna.

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There was a slice of cheese. It was being chased by a daisy. And the daisy was yelling for the cheese to hand the bottle over, hand the bottle over. Except the cheese would rather die than hand the bottle over, and suddenly he ran over the cliff and was falling, falling, falling into the open maw of a wolf. And the daisy was falling with him, except the daisy was no longer a daisy but his father...

Christopher woke up.

Someone was screaming, though he couldn't tell who. It was kind of hard to tell who, actually, as he couldn't exactly turn his head because he was hanging rather painfully from his wrists, chained to a brick wall and hanging on a sheer drop over the thrashing ocean below that didn't look too friendly...

Wait, what?

"I'm dreaming, right?" he said aloud. A pause, during which he half expected someone to answer. No one did. So he kept right on talking. "When I wake up, I'm going to find myself lying on my sofa with a hangover like bloody hell. Because the freaky girl at the lake wasn't Senna. She was that other hottie off Baywatch whose telephone number I looked up in seventh grade, but she still hasn't called me back yet...."

He trailed off. Still, no one answered him. Both his arms were asleep, so he didn't feel the blood dribbling down until it reached his shoulder, where it gathered, warm and wet, on his jacket. His eyes widened. This was the part when he was supposed to wake up. Why couldn't he wake up? Swearing quietly, he craned his neck to the side. Oh, look. It was a girl, but she sure as heck wasn't that hottie off Baywatch. She was pretty hot anyway, and Christopher wasn't one to complain. He opened his mouth, searched for his voice. It didn't make it past his parched throat. He swallowed and tried again. "April?"

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I'msickI'msickIneedtogethomewhat'swrongwithmethisisn'tnormal...was running through Jamie's dream - or what was it, some sort of vision, like she seemed to be having a lot lately? - and weirdly enough, every letter had grown legs. She watched them run around her head in a halo. The sliver in her foot hurt and she still had no shoes on and it was cold and sand was sticking to her and mom was going to be so mad and her arm was bleeding and she couldn't list her other hand to touch it and see how bad it was and gosh, when had her bed become so uncomfortable?

Somewhere in this string of confusion Jamie woke up very abruptly. That stupid sliver! It hurt like nothing and she couldn't reach it! Several other things hurt too, actually, including burning pain in both her wrists and a whole lot of bruising, she was sure, on her back. Her heels felt raw, as though she'd walked too long. Jamie ventured to open an eye.

These stupid vision - things! First she got sand all over her and now she hurt and - and - it wasn't fair!

Having come to this sulky conclusion, she looked around. There was water underneath her. Strange. And that was Christopher beside her. Also strange. It took quite a bit of tugging to discover where her hands were and why they weren't listening to her brain, and Jamie was no more pleased when she did.

"What is this?" she demanded. "Cause I want out of it!"

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