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she’s cut off from the mortified outcry from the far end of the alley. “What the hell,” the Nightcrawler grimaces in horror while shuffling backwards, “-what are you, you freak?” his face scrunches in disgust as he spits the insult my way. “Haven't you heard? I’m your worst nightmare,” I smirk sinisterly, my eyes narrowing in on the terror-struck creature.

I’m your nightmare. I quickly turned around ready to leave this alley when I bumped into a hard toned chest. Looking up I felt my heart sink deeper into my stomach as I felt color drain from my face. I paled as I felt a strong fatigue coming. “Did you miss me bunny” the same voice that was behind the shadows said but this time I could see his full face and the sight of him made me nauseous, my dread, what I had always feared had returned. Leo Miller.

I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, and it jolted me awake. The air was filled with the aroma of food. I looked around and found myself in a clean apartment. My clothes weren't changed, thank goodness. Someone texted me. Samuel. 'Working overtime tonight. Happy Valentine's Day, honey.' I scrolled through TikTok. Samuel probably had no idea that I knew his secret account's details. He had a short uploaded. That bastard was having fun with some ladies. They looked fresh and innocent. He had a good eye for them, I guess.

But these aren’t the detectives one would expect at a crime scene. “This is definitely one of the twins. Clear this shit up, I don’t want any form of human interference in this. Especially the police, that would just be bad for business”. “We found this ma’am” one of the goons walk to the red haired woman and hands a book to her. “What is this?” “Have a look”. She opens the book and sees his name, Drago Morningstar. “O, what do we have here?”, she says to herself and flips the next page to see another name, Nightmare.

“I really coulda used a bit of extra R and R this cycle.” “You think they really did actually just come here to burn their dead?” asked another thug. “And then left? Just like that?” “Doesn’t matter what any of us thinks,” said Nightmare. “Just look around and make sure it’s empty, alright. Keep your gun arms high.” Nightmare peered into a window caked with dirt. He struggled to look inside. Something didn’t quite sit right with him, and he couldn’t tell why. “Did anyone call for the boys back on Helios?” he asked.

From Akiko’s description of the journey, it might be night by the time they arrived at Red Hood’s place. “All the better to catch the stalker, no?” Damian chuckled at his little joke. “Come on! Would it kill you to humour me?” Without mercy, Sasha made a face. “Yes, I would rather die than laugh at something unfunny.” Unable to hold back a snort at Sasha’s brutal attack on Damian’s self-esteem, Oritha shook her head at the flabbergasted cyborg who protested the treatment difference between himself and Zen. “We’re both nerds! Why is he funnier than me?!”

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

THE NIGHTMARE MASTER DIDN’T bother to dress me in some elaborate get-up like the other Nightmare Lords and instead just dressed me in a lab coat with a black shirt, black jeans, surgical gloves, a face mask, and sneakers. Those were the details he cared about, though it was the blood covering every inch of my clothes and exposed skin. My lab coat had once been white, but was now encrusted with red blood. My hair and skin suffered the same fate, though thankfully the face mask covered most of my face and the gloves covered my hands. Still, every time he gives me control, I wash everything off, scrubbing my skin until it is red.

If it is a girl Ma Vista, the child will start having nightmares at the age of 16, some develop a bit later than that and their nightmares finishes in the middle of their 17th year. Suddenly we are at the bottom of the website and its over, that’s all the information were going to get out of it. I look at Ash the bit about meeting the other Ma Vista has never happened before. Now we know we are the last creatures of the light, so to destroy these monsters we have to do it, because if we don’t win, if they win the world will suffer and eventually the monsters will rule the world with the master. Until they became bored of him and this time when he dies, he won’t be reincarnated because there