Dreams have always been something that I've been fascinated about. Something about the idea of your mind creating a picture that seemed and felt so real was an amazement to me. Whether that dream was something you've always wanted to be apart of or something that never would be real, it was always an idea that your mind created that you didn't have any control over.

As a kid, I always dreamed. The most popular one of mine that I had multiple times involved, believe it or not, pirates. In the dream, I was always on a huge pirate ship as it sailed across the seas, scavenging up gold and other riches as we went along. It only made sense that I dreamed about them, since I was obsessed with pirates as I passed through elementary school. I was a pirate three years in a row for Halloween.

But of course the dream faded the older I became, and it was something I had forgotten about. Dreams such as ones that involved my friends, my teaches, and of course girls, had taken over my brain.

But then came the nightmares.

When I was young, rarely did I ever have nightmares. Every now and again, I'd have one about a man with a demonic face that I had seen on TV one night, but other than that, I wasn't scared at night. It wasn't until I was older that I really started to have nightmares, but with time, even those faded away.

Something was different now.

After putting the pieces together now, after everything I've been through and learned, I figured out that they weren't just nightmares. They were reality...just not yet.

For example, that man that I had thought I had seen on TV, which gave me those nightmares, wasn't on TV at all. My mind made that part up to help me cope with it. But now as I sat here remembering all of the nightmares I've had with that man, I realized that he was actually Deucalion. I'm not sure how I didn't recognize him the moment he had transformed into what he truly was; maybe it was my mind trying to help me cope again, but either way, it was him. I know that much as a fact.

After I put those pieces together and realized that I have been seeing farther into the future for longer than I could remember, I started to wonder if maybe every nightmare I've ever had could be real like that? I tried remembering all of the ones that I've had, but all I could remember was the ones that involved Deucalion.

However, with all of this in mind, I started to question what this nightmare really was too.

I was in the school; I knew that much for certain. It's dark too, but not enough to where I couldn't see the faint outlines of the lockers down the hall and the little dim light at the end of it that was coming from the locker room. I couldn't control my motions; it was a nightmare, of course. You never can control what you do in them.

The moment I step into the locker room, the door slams shut behind me. I jump, but then my eyes go directly back in front of me. The locker room was arranged differently; it was a smaller room for one, and then the lockers outlined the walls of the room with a bench sitting perfectly right smack in the middle. I wasn't scared; I was confused.

That's when the screaming started.

There was a loud voice that was screaming from inside one of the lockers, along with banging fists up against the back of the cold metal. My mind told me to go help, but I didn't move. I just stood there and watched as the scene unfolded in front of me.

"Let me in," I hear a raspy voice speak out, and that was when I saw the gauze man step out from behind me. My body tenses as I watch the creature creep along the side of the lockers, dragging its nails alongside as it screeches in my ears.

I recognized the voice then as Stiles. "Let me out!"

"Let me in, Stiles," the nogitsune hisses lowly once again, sounding more agitated. Fear starts to creep inside of me then, but I was frozen. I wouldn't move.

I could tell that Stiles was crying. "Please, just let me out-"

"Let me in!" the creature shouts this time, now standing directly in front of Stiles' locker that he was inside. The moment I see this, my body presses play. I run forwards to help Stiles, at first planning on pushing the nogitsune to the side, but it was like my mind had a scratch on its record when suddenly I'm standing in front of the locker, the nogitsune nowhere to be found.

My hands shake as I quickly lift the locker handle up, throwing the door open to let Stiles out. However, I wasn't met with Stiles when I had done this. I fall backwards when I find Jade inside, blood staining her shirt.

I blink multiple times before I realize that she was in fact dead; her eyes were glossed over and her head hung to the side. Blood seeps through her shirt where her heart is as I gasp, not sure what to think about this.

It's a nightmare, Corey...it's just...or is it?

Realization floods to my mind in that moment, and that was when I woke up. I don't scream; I barely even move. It was like my body was still in shock from what I had seen...whatever it was that I had seen. My mind was already starting to forget.

Allison was awake, but I wasn't sure why. "Corey? Are you okay?"

I close my eyes as I rub them, almost forgetting what it was that I had woken up about. "I'm fine...must have dreamt something."

She shuffles around in the bed for a moment before she lays her head on my chest, her hand resting on my stomach as well. "I can't sleep."

I wrap my right arm around her as the smell of her shampoo fills my nostrils. "Me either."

"My dad is in jail for murder," she fades out, licking her lips slowly. "Stiles is in Eichen House, Isaac is in the hospital...everything keeps falling apart and we aren't putting it back together."

"We got the scroll tonight, Allison," I say, trying to be optimistic. Not just for her, but for me too. "That was a win."

"But you heard what Deaton said," she breathes, pausing for a moment. "The scroll said to change the body of the host. There's only one way we can do that."

I already thought this through, and there was no question about it. If it came down to it, Scott would have to do it. I wasn't going to lose Stiles. "I know...but Allison, I can't lose him."

"I know," she thinks for a moment. "I just wish...I wish there was another way. There has to be."

"Things aren't seeming to go quite our way lately," I say, not talking about the win we had tonight with the scroll from Silverfinger. "People like us don't get an option number two."

Allison sighs. "Well we deserve it, that's for damn sure."

It's quiet for a long moment as the two of us think, Allison's steady breathing almost putting me back to sleep. However, just before it does, I remember what had happened at the clinic not even two nights ago.

"Allison..." I fade out, not sure how I wanted to word this. She hums, indicating that she was listening. "If something happens...I don't know what, but if something does happen that you can't stop, just know what you have to do, okay?"

She sits up then, her eyes burning through the dark as she looks at me. "Corey, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing," I say, shaking my head. "Nothing in particular. I just...I wanted to make sure that you know what's right if something does happen."

"You're scaring me, Corey," she says, her bottom lip starting to quiver. I hated seeing her like this. "D-Did you see something?"

I sit up then as I rest my hand on her cheek, brushing the hair away from her face. "No, I didn't see anything, I promise. I just wanted to make sure you know...for future references."

She stares at me as I rub my thumb across her cheek. "Are you asking me to put you down if I needed to?"

"Well when you word it like that..."

"You really think I could kill you, even if something did happen?" Allison breathes, sounding devastated. "That thing might be taking over Stiles, but it's still Stiles. If I couldn't kill him, even if it came down to my life or his, you believe that I could do the same thing for you? I'm sorry Corey, but I can't promise you that."

For a moment I wanted to tell her that it was okay, but then I stopped. Instead, I just smile faintly at her, taking in this moment with her. "I really do love you."

"Stop changing the subject," she sighs, but not being rude about it. I knew what she was meaning. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I've had too much time to think lately," I sigh, looking up at the celling for a moment. "If it was you, Allison...I couldn't do it either. I'd rather you live than me in any situation, and that's a fact. Just know that...please. I promise you that."

"I want to tell you no, but that contradicts everything that I just said," she says, smiling a little. "Curse us selfless bastards."

I grin, it being the first time in awhile. "Better to be selfless than selfish."

She lays her head back down then on my chest, her breathing starting to create a soothing rhythm once again. "I love you too, Corey."

A smile appears on my face in that moment, but sleep was already creeping upon me. As it started to come back, my mind started to swirl with pictures and ideas.

I dreamed.

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Ring!

I jolt awake from the dinging sound, finding Allison still in my arms. A yawn stretches across my face before I roll over and see that I had gotten a text message. Allison's alarm clock only read four in the morning...who in the hell was texting me at this hour of the night?

My gut churns at the thought of it being about Stiles. I quickly snatch my phone off of her nightstand before turning it on, finding a text message from Stiles himself. He wasn't even supposed to have his phone.

Where are you? I came home and no one was here.

I furrow my eyebrows, not sure what he was doing home. He shouldn't be home...at least, I thought John would have told me. I quickly reply back as I squint at the screen; the light bothering me slightly.

What are you doing home? I'm at Allison's.

Allison stirs in her sleep as soon as I press send. She rolls over onto her other side, out of my arms, before falling back to sleep. I didn't want to wake her. I quickly put my phone on vibrate before Stiles replies.

I broke out. That place wasn't for me...you were right. I tried calling but they cut all of the phone lines.

On one hand I couldn't see Stiles breaking out of someplace like Eichen House on his own, but on the other I knew how smart he was. He always made the plans...of course he could have done it.

I'm coming; stay put, okay?

Okay.

I sigh before glancing back down at Allison, finding her still fast asleep. I really did hate leaving her like this...but it wasn't the first time. Sometimes I just wished that things would stop coming up so that her and I could just have one peaceful nights sleep. That's all I asked for.

Slowly, I remove the covers from on top of me before sliding my feet out and standing. I slip on my American Eagle T-Shirt Allison had given me back when I had first been...alive again before slipping on my sneakers. The sweatpants on my legs hang loosely as I quietly leave her room, making it out without waking her. I'll make sure to call her and let her know what had happened.

However, on the way down in the elevator, I couldn't help but get a bad feeling. What if this wasn't the real Stiles? It had to be him...that poison that Deaton had given him should still be in effect. Stiles had to still be there.

I hoped, at least.

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Yes, I skipped the whole Silverfinger robbery part because quite frankly, it would have been boring as hell. 

Allison and Corey are just so...uGH. I'm trying to get as much of them together as possible for you guys..maybe because it's the last book or because something will happen...no spoilers.

Any new guesses on who the death will be? I love reading theories of your guys'; they make my night no lie.

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