REGGIE

Have you ever tried to bring something to someone's attention, but it's about as effective as screaming into a howling wind? Yea, try showing a text message to someone who is harping over the blood soaking through your shirt. It's just an open incision, people! I haven't been shot! It's supposed to look angry!

"Matt, will you just stop for a second and pay attention?" I complained, swatting his hand away as he tried to place another piece of gauze over the open hole on my rib cage. He grunted and shot me a look, resisting my futile attempts at stopping him and reaching over to grab the medical tape from my bag. "Seriously, Matt, look at this!" I tried showing him the screen of my phone and he tilted his head to the side so that it wasn't blocking his vision.

I looked up as the door opened and breathed a sigh of relief when I caught sight of Johnny. "Finally! A level headed person! Johnny, come look at this text message please!" I held my phone up to him, earning a growl from Matt when he misplaced the piece of tape and had to peel it off, only to find it slick with blood and useless.

Johnny moved over to the other side of the bed and sat down, leaning back against one of the pillows so that he could take the phone out of my hand. "Um, Matt?" He said, looking over at his friend who was wiping my skin clean again. "What?" He mumbled, not looking up. I finally swatted him away and handed the roll of tape to Cole who had walked through the door shortly after Johnny with Kayla and Jimmy.

"Dude, it's Lily Ann. She said she's up at Big Bear," Johnny said with a frown, looking up at Matt with a soft wrinkle between his eyebrows. Matt shook his head. "That can't be right. What the fuck would she be doing up there?" He arched a brow and looked between the two of us while Cole deftly applied to tape and snapped her fingers. "Reggie, you need to lose this shirt. I'll give you one of mine," she said softly. I reached up and pulled my shirt over my head, which was ignored due to the shell shock from the text message.

Matt took my phone in his hand and read the message, and probably reread it considering the amount of time he stared at the message. "She's at my cabin?" I didn't blame him for being confused. Big Bear was at least two hours from here, if not more, and it was going to completely rock his world once he put the pieces together that Zacky and Brian had to be involved in this debacle. How else would she know where his cabin was?

His face was paler than usual, and his hazel eyes seemed to dull as he scanned the room. "I didn't even tell AJ where the cabin was. I don't even think she knew I had one," he sighed, staring at Jimmy over Kayla's head. Johnny brushed some hair off of my forehead and frowned, leaning in so that he could speak softly and not be overheard. "Lily Ann told us what was happening. We tried to help." I could hear the strange note to his voice, and when I looked over at him, his eyes seemed lost. I patted his knee and pushed myself up, ignoring the pain in my side that was daring me to vomit all over the floor.

"Why the fuck are we still here then?"

LILY ANN

It was beautiful, this house that I was in. Everything had a surreal, golden glow, and there were gauzy pieces of material draping from the ceiling to each marble column. The room was full of people, all dressed in expensive clothing and masks, who were mingling and chatting over their glasses of champagne.

I moved through the room soundlessly, glancing from face to face, and found myself in front of a full length mirror in the foyer. I was dressed in a black, floor-length ball gown that was ripped and stitched expertly to show just enough skin but still hide the body-sculpting lingerie that I could feel underneath. The corset style bodice squeezed me tightly, but not so bad that I couldn't breathe. On my face was a beautiful, intricate black masquerade mask that covered the upper half of my face and the bridge of my nose. Where am I?

I turned around, the chatter impossibly quiet for this many people, and locked eyes with a man across the room. He was dressed to the nines in a fine black tuxedo, his bow tie neatly in place and his black hair slicked back in a suave style. He too wore a mask, but his was simple, satin from what I could tell from my position across the room. I could see hints of tattoos around the cuffs of his jacket, and his lips sparkled with silver snake bites.

I felt myself being drawn across the room, unconsciously. The band struck up a heavy, mournful metal beat, which seemed out of place in the ritzy party, and yet no one seemed to mind. When I reached him, I saw the dangerous green sparkle of his eyes, watching me intently through the holes in his mask. I took his hand and he spun me into him, dancing slowly against the back of me as we sang together to the music.

"Don't you try to hide with those angel eyes..."
"If you let me inside, I won't hold back this time..."
"Such a deep disguise, the devil's right inside..."
"More than paralyzed, Oh it's the chase you like..."

He screamed the end of his lyrics into my ear, snatching my head to the side and plunging a needle into my neck, drawing me down into darkness. When I came to, I was strapped in a chair, watching him circle me, his predatory gaze unmasked to reveal his face. I struggled against my bindings as he leaned down, placing his hands on either side of my chair. I could still hear the music as I stared, terrified, into his green eyes.

"I don't care how many times it takes to get through to you. This is a force that not even God can stop. YOU'RE FUCKING MINE!"

He roared in my face, and suddenly the world shattered into fragments. He was hitting me. He was kissing me. He was pulling my hair. He was rolling me around on a bed. He was screaming at me. He was fucking me. I was fucking him. I was bleeding.

I woke up with a start, my eyes searching the darkened room frantically. I was no longer cuffed to the bed, and my hair was matted to my forehead with sweat. I could hear my erratic breathing and the deafening pound of my heart as I clutched the blanket underneath me. When I finally relaxed enough to focus on one thing at a time, I noticed a dark figure standing still at the foot of the bed and I choked back the scream that wanted to be released.

"Zacky?" I managed to choke out, sitting up and slamming my hands to my forehead when the headache rocked my vision again. When I looked back at the foot of the bed, the figure was gone. I let out a sigh of relief and dropped my hands to the blankets, letting out a heavy sigh, and then shrieked when I felt a large hand clamp down on the back of my neck.

I felt the bed depress behind me and felt him slide in behind me so that he could wrap his arms around my torso and rest his chin on my shoulder. I felt revolted. This perverted form on cuddling was almost worse than if he went ahead and raped me. This almost made me feel safe, wrapped up in his strong arms, and that was a fate worse than death. I would rather choke on a handful of nails than submit to his touch.

"I missed you," he whispered in my ear, and it made me cringe. I pulled against him, trying to get up, but he held me in a vice-like grip that had no slack. "Please let me go," I pleaded, my tone oddly calm and devoid of any emotion. I thanked god that I could keep my cool in this situation, because I knew he liked the chase and the struggle.

"Now why would I want to do that, Lily Ann?" I could feel his warm breath flow across the skin of my neck, and I twisted my head farther away from him, cursing the tightening I could feel low in my body. I would not succumb to this. I would not give in to him. "Why do you fight me? You know you enjoy me touching you as much as I enjoy it. I can feel it whenever you tense up. Whenever I see the goosebumps rise up on your skin when I blow across it," he whispered, blowing softly across my neck as if to prove his point.

I hissed, snatching against him. "Stop it." He chuckled softly, rubbing his hands over the bared skin over your upper body. "It's primal, Lily Ann. This is older than your preconceived notions that what I did to you was wrong. Your body craves my touch." I whimpered when I felt his tongue dart out and leave a chilled trail on my neck, and I barely suppressed the moan when he bit down on the curve where my neck met my shoulder. The overload of sensations almost unhinged me, but then I remembered exactly who I was dealing with and fought against his grip again.

This time, he released me, allowing me to tumble forward onto the quilted mattress and scramble away from him. I felt another wave of nausea as I tripped off of the bed and ran for the door. He wasn't following me. He was just watching me with an amused smile on his face, still sitting on the bed. When I flung the door open, I came face to face with a girl that was close to my height. She had a vivid pink stripe in her hair, and her eyes were wide and innocent looking.

I grabbed her arms and shook her. "Help me! Please!" I pleaded, and when my eyes scanned the hallway behind her, I noticed I was in Zacky's upstairs hallway. Not waiting for a response, I pushed past the girl and ran towards the stairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I froze when I skidded toe to toe with Brian. I heard a cackle from upstairs, and it brought back the haunting memories of being hunted through the forest and then being smuggled into a car.

I looked up to see Zacky and the girl standing next to each other, their smiles mirrored on one another, and when I turned back around, Brian was smiling at me with the same sick grin. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked in a confused voice, stepping back away from him and hopefully in the direction of the front door. They didn't move as I felt behind me, trying to inch my way to safety. Their silence was almost scarier than if they had charged at me.

Testing my luck, I turned and ran towards to foyer, but Brian caught me before I could reach the front door. I felt his arms snake around me and he lifted me up off of my feet. "NO! LET ME FUCKING GO! PLEASE!" I screamed, kicking my feet and trying to flail myself around, knocking things off of the small table that Zacky kept his keys on and smashing the hall mirror with my shoe. Brian grunted and dragged me back into the living room, throwing me on the floor like a discarded toy.

I cried out in pain when I hit the floor, cradling my head in my hands from the throbbing pain and blinking rapidly to try and clear my vision of the greenish streamers and sparkling stars. I saw Zacky's sneakers come into view, but I couldn't manage to look up. "Can I play with her?" I heard the shrill voice of the devil before I looked up to lock eyes with the pink striped girl. "Who the fuck are you?" I spat out, unwilling to be a quiet victim.

She sneered down at me as she stroked Zacky's arm adoringly. "I'm Mackenzie, but you can call me Mack. I'm the boys' PR specialist." She grinned triumphantly, and I stared at her like she had grown a second head. "The wha-? Wait..." I trailed off before bursting into a fit of crazed giggles, rubbing at my eyes and allowing my eyes to dance between the three of them. "This is a fucking joke, right? You can't be fucking serious. A PR agent? For who? Charles fucking Manson?"

I couldn't control my laughter as I watched their solemn faces. "You're fucking serious?!" I gaped at them, momentarily underestimating my situation. It was all just too ridiculous. It was too much, and I could feel my sanity slipping under the weight of it all. Suddenly, Mackenzie's foot came up and made contact with my chest, knocking me back down to the floor. I groaned and coughed, the pressure of the blow knocking the air out of me for a second. I felt her leap down and straddle my small form.

I winced, waiting for her to lash out at me, but instead, I felt her small fingers tracing my jaw line. I frowned, still holding what little breath I had left in my lungs, and peeked up at her through one eye. She was gazing down at me. Yes, gazing. Like obsessed lover or creepy psychopath. I opened both eyes wide and shoved her small body off of mine. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I shouted, scooting away from her.

She slunk down on the floor, watching me through lustful eyes, and I pushed myself up to run back towads the door, but Brian stood ever diligently. "Please, Brian, I'm sorry, okay? I'll testify in your favor at the trial, I swear. Just please let me go," I pleaded, tears pooling in the corner of my eyes. He shook his head, placing a finger to his lips in a gesture for me to be quiet. I backed away from him, confusion blatant on my face. "What the-?"

The words died on my lips as another hard blow sent me back down into the folds of darkness, my vision bursting into vivid, screaming colors before I lost consciousness. Soon, I felt nothing, and heard only the voices from my dream whispering in couplets.

I want to feel her.
I want him to touch me.
I want to taste her.
I want him to kiss me.
I want to consume her.
I want him to fuck me.
I want to strike fear in her.
I want him to dominate me.
I can't take it anymore, I have to have her.
Why won't he just make his move?
She's so beautiful that it hurts.
I find him so attractive.
Why does she do this to me?
I wish he'd just take me.

Notes

Alright, everyone! Here is the newest installment! The dream sequence is courtesy of New Year's Day's music video for Angel Eyes, featuring Chris Motionless (swoon!). I will link the video below. For those of you who haven't seen it, it's fucking AMAZING, and not only is Chris Motionless to-die-for sexy, but the whole song really sums up You Can't Hide From Me in its entirety.

The little whispering voices at the end is courtesy of yours truly. All bold text is in a man's voice, while all regular is female. Just a little something I threw together!

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New Year's Day's Angel Eyes featuring Chris Motionless -> Watch me!