and said, “Did it just
get really fucking cold in here?”
Someone else said, “Yeah. Jesus, what’s going on?”
Marcy looked into Dream’s eyes and flinched. She let go of the belt and began to rise from the bed. Then she froze, suddenly
unable to retreat any further.
Dream snarled, hissed like a snake. She flailed at her bindings, rocking the bed violently and causing a lamp to topple off
the nightstand. The auburn-haired girl screamed and ran for the closed door. Dream loosed a tremendous cry that filled the
room like the concussion from a bomb blast. The auburn-haired girl’s body slammed against the door, then spun around and fell
to the floor. When she tried to stand, blood was leaking from every orifice, spilling in trickles from her ears, mouth and
nostrils. A bright redness stained the whites of her eyes and she wobbled as she tried to take a blind step toward the bed.
Then she collapsed, hitting the floor with a resounding thump that elicited more screams and cries of shock from her friends.
The screaming went on for a while.
The girl on the floor was absolutely still. Dead. Dream knew she’d somehow killed her. She hadn’t done it intentionally, but
she’d done it nonetheless, some instinct causing her to strike at the girl with the power she’d tapped.
Her voice emerged as a growl. “No one gets out alive.” And she meant to do it. Kill them all. Make them suffer on an epic
level. Wallow in their pain.
She focused on Marcy now, drawing in some of that thrumming energy, preparing to unleash a lethal blast of it straight into
the bitch’s pounding heart. She felt a tingle of arousal. She hadn’t felt so deliciously debauched since that long ago night
in the Master’s bed. Each of her senses was heightened to an unnatural degree. She could hear each thudding beat of Marcy’s
heart. The girl tried to jerk away from her again, but remained held in place by invisible puppet strings.
She whimpered. “Please…”
Dream smiled. “I’m going to kill you.”
Marcy winced at the sound of her own words thrown back at her.
Dream focused energy in a tight, pulsing ball, drawing it in like a ball stretched backward in the elastic band of a slingshot.
Then, as abruptly as it had come over her, the power blinked out. It was just gone, as if someone had thrown a switch. There
was a moment of frozen shock, an abrupt and dramatic shift of atmosphere. Dream sagged into the sloshing waterbed mattress,
so tired now, her body depleted of energy. She could fall asleep right now, even surrounded by these enemies. Her eyes fluttered,
almost closed. And Marcy stumbled backward, tripped over the dead girl, and tumbled to the floor.
She was back on her feet in an instant. Her eyes were wild and darting, moving from the dead body to the stunned faces of
her friends, then to Dream. She was breathing hard, like someone who’d just finished a marathon. Then she was screaming and
gesturing wildly at her friends.
“EVERYBODY OUT!” She yanked her sister out of the chair and shoved her stumbling toward the door. “GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT
OF HERE! NOW, GOD-DAMMIT!”
Michael was the first to snap out of it. He yanked the door open and Ellen staggered through it. The others followed in rapid
fashion. Marcy was the last out the door. She turned and paused with the door half-shut.
“I don’t know what just happened here—” She was working hard to project an approximation of the malicious calm she’d evinced
before. “—but I’m not fucking through with you. Somehow I’ll make you pay.”
Then she was gone, the door slamming shut behind her.
Dream felt only a mild apprehension at the girl’s threat. Her eyes fluttered again. She mused in a vague way over the awesome
power she’d so briefly channeled, wondering where it came from, and whether she could summon it again if needed.
Alicia was standing over her again, but her image was blurred, hazy.
Dream was
get really fucking cold in here?”
Someone else said, “Yeah. Jesus, what’s going on?”
Marcy looked into Dream’s eyes and flinched. She let go of the belt and began to rise from the bed. Then she froze, suddenly
unable to retreat any further.
Dream snarled, hissed like a snake. She flailed at her bindings, rocking the bed violently and causing a lamp to topple off
the nightstand. The auburn-haired girl screamed and ran for the closed door. Dream loosed a tremendous cry that filled the
room like the concussion from a bomb blast. The auburn-haired girl’s body slammed against the door, then spun around and fell
to the floor. When she tried to stand, blood was leaking from every orifice, spilling in trickles from her ears, mouth and
nostrils. A bright redness stained the whites of her eyes and she wobbled as she tried to take a blind step toward the bed.
Then she collapsed, hitting the floor with a resounding thump that elicited more screams and cries of shock from her friends.
The screaming went on for a while.
The girl on the floor was absolutely still. Dead. Dream knew she’d somehow killed her. She hadn’t done it intentionally, but
she’d done it nonetheless, some instinct causing her to strike at the girl with the power she’d tapped.
Her voice emerged as a growl. “No one gets out alive.” And she meant to do it. Kill them all. Make them suffer on an epic
level. Wallow in their pain.
She focused on Marcy now, drawing in some of that thrumming energy, preparing to unleash a lethal blast of it straight into
the bitch’s pounding heart. She felt a tingle of arousal. She hadn’t felt so deliciously debauched since that long ago night
in the Master’s bed. Each of her senses was heightened to an unnatural degree. She could hear each thudding beat of Marcy’s
heart. The girl tried to jerk away from her again, but remained held in place by invisible puppet strings.
She whimpered. “Please…”
Dream smiled. “I’m going to kill you.”
Marcy winced at the sound of her own words thrown back at her.
Dream focused energy in a tight, pulsing ball, drawing it in like a ball stretched backward in the elastic band of a slingshot.
Then, as abruptly as it had come over her, the power blinked out. It was just gone, as if someone had thrown a switch. There
was a moment of frozen shock, an abrupt and dramatic shift of atmosphere. Dream sagged into the sloshing waterbed mattress,
so tired now, her body depleted of energy. She could fall asleep right now, even surrounded by these enemies. Her eyes fluttered,
almost closed. And Marcy stumbled backward, tripped over the dead girl, and tumbled to the floor.
She was back on her feet in an instant. Her eyes were wild and darting, moving from the dead body to the stunned faces of
her friends, then to Dream. She was breathing hard, like someone who’d just finished a marathon. Then she was screaming and
gesturing wildly at her friends.
“EVERYBODY OUT!” She yanked her sister out of the chair and shoved her stumbling toward the door. “GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT
OF HERE! NOW, GOD-DAMMIT!”
Michael was the first to snap out of it. He yanked the door open and Ellen staggered through it. The others followed in rapid
fashion. Marcy was the last out the door. She turned and paused with the door half-shut.
“I don’t know what just happened here—” She was working hard to project an approximation of the malicious calm she’d evinced
before. “—but I’m not fucking through with you. Somehow I’ll make you pay.”
Then she was gone, the door slamming shut behind her.
Dream felt only a mild apprehension at the girl’s threat. Her eyes fluttered again. She mused in a vague way over the awesome
power she’d so briefly channeled, wondering where it came from, and whether she could summon it again if needed.
Alicia was standing over her again, but her image was blurred, hazy.
Dream was
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