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+ 2	Sleep
+ 3	Nightmare
+ 5	Second Chance
+ 4	Second Chance
+ 11	Dream

"Please don't"  she begged.  Kneeling on the floor looking up at him.  The barrel of a gun pointing down on her forehead.  Her classmates were dead.  Their body's thrown across the room, a morbid tribute to their last dying moments as the heat of a bullet took the last breaths from their lungs.  Now she was all that was left.  She saw their bodies.  But she couldn't react she was too centered on her world right now, that consisted of him and the gun.  His eyes were cold, glazed over, as if in a drugged high.  Someone who had lost all touch of reality and wanted it to finally end.  The door was locked, no help would reach her in time.  So she begged and cried hopping that any strand of humanity that was still in him, could be reached.  His mouth slowly raised into a grin.  "You want to live."  a statement said with humor on it's edge.  "Alright."  He took a step back and then another.  Slowly, as if savoring the terror that was resonating from her.  Then to her utter disbelief he tossed the gun to her.  It landed with a sickening dull thud.  He said to her in an utter calmness that racked the very core of her nerves.  "If you want to live, KILL ME."  He said it with the grin still attached to his pale face.  She looked at him as if to try and guess at the twisted game he was playing, as if to get some handling on the rules that he was playing by.  To her unvoiced question he answered.  "I will come and take that gun from you.  The only way for you to live is to shoot me!"  He moved a step closer to her.  In haste she picked up the gun with quaking hands, pointing it at him as she did so.  He moved toward her.  She could hear the beat of her heart.  It was beating like thunder making it hard for her to think.  She couldn't kill someone.  She had never held a gun less shot one before.  Noticing the hesitation in her, he moved forward again.  Only a step, but he could have still held the gun and it wouldn't have made her feel any more powerless.  She couldn't fire it, she couldn't take a life, no matter how much he had done, it wasn't in her.  Then he spoke.  In a voice as cold as ice.  "Look around you, look at what I've done.  Look at your friends."  She didn't want to look, the mere though of it made her want to vomit.  But she did.  As if by instinct her eyes looked past him around the room.  The horror of it all, made her dizzy, made her want to just run.  But there was no way out, except for the one he was offering.  He was in front of her now, a simple armlength.  He grabbed her hand.  Soo cold.  Was it even possible that a persons body could be so cold, or was it her mind playing to the utter terror that stirred in her.  He took her hand that held the gun.  He raised it to his head.  He stared at her.  "Just pull the trigger and it will all be over."  His words sounded almost comforting.  Like that of her fathers.  This nightmare can end, with as little effort as it took to squeeze her finger.  He looked into her eyes.  The faded blue, lifeless, a body without a soul a creature more then a man.    The shear terror of it came to her and she shut her eyes as the trigger was pulled.  Then time seemed to slow.  She could see in her mind as the bullet whizzed out of the barrel logging it's self in the brain.  The shoot rang out, but not the normal explosion of a gun but a ringing.  She opened her eyes.  She was sitting down, her friends and classmates were around her now.  The bell was ringing for a new class.  She looked around.  She must have fallen asleep.  She got up, a little shaken.  Then she looked to the far wall.  Where the dream that seemed so real took place.  And their sitting in his desk was that same cold man.  He was looking at her.  His eyes, as if reading her.  He stared at her with a tiny grin on his face.  His eyes looked so cold.  Then he said to her, in a voice different from his normal one.  This was lower, colder.  Said without feeling, like the voice in her dream.  "What's the matter have a bad dream?

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