Mitch collapsed onto his bed as he shut his door, his wings sticking straight up behind him. He groaned as he turned on his side, careful not to lay on his wings, which were aching. Mitch was completely exhausted. While he was happy to put such a big smile on Ian's face, his wings were sore from carrying the weight of both him and his friend.

Mitch glanced over at the time on his alarm clock. It read '1:29' in bright red numbers. Mitch groaned again, pulling his blanket over him. He was asleep mere seconds later.

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Not again... Mitch thought, standing up and looking around with a fearful look on his face.

He was back in the same black space as before, and just as it was before, there was nothing in sight, the ground lighting up as he stepped forward. Mitch frowned, taking a running start and flying up into the air. His wings, which were mysteriously no longer aching, flapped as Mitch flew in the void. But this time, Mitch was looking for a specific something.

That weird figure from last time... Mitch thought as he continued to fly through the air. I need to find it again. I need answers. But then comes the problem...

Mitch stopped, hovering in place as he looked around once more. I have no idea where I would find it. Mitch shook his head before flying forward again. I have no idea how big this place is.... Heck, I might not even see anything this time-

Mitch's thoughts were interrupted by a blue light, faint and flickering in the darkness. Gotcha. Mitch thought, taking off after it.

He landed as the light was only meters away from him, and as Mitch suspected, the figure there, walking and creating blue lights in its wake. As Mitch ran up to it, he realized that something was... different. Mitch ran up beside the figure, who was, like the time before, walking in a path that only it knew, completely disregarding the winged person that had landed next to him.

Something is different... Mitch thought as he studied the figure again. The figure was painted with the same cosmic pattern, but this time, the figure was wearing clothing. The figure was wearing long pants, boots, and a hoodie, all of which were the exact same cosmic color, nearly blending in with the figure's skin. Mitch, while thinking that the sudden change was weird, just followed the figure, like the last time.

After the two walked for a while, the light appeared again. The figure, like preforming the same routine, turned its head quickly to the golden light. Just like before, it broke off into a sprint for the light, which again evaded him.

This is just like before... literally. It's like they're doing the same thing... over and over... Mitch thought, before taking off and flying after them. This can't just be a coincidence. This just doesn't seem right. I must be seeing this for a reason...

The chase went on again, the figure and the light moving in the exact same path as before. Mitch watched as the golden light disappeared, leaving the flustered figure to look around for it. Mitch landed next to it, watching with a grim look. He knew what came next.

And it did come... the figure snapped its head to the right, before the flash of blinding light clouded Mitch's vision. But unlike last time, there was a loud screeching sound to accompany it. Mitch held back a scream as he felt something wet splatter onto him. Mitch quivered. He knew it was blood, and as he opened his eyes, it took all of his willpower not to scream and run away.

The same blood puddle was there in place of the figure, but now the amount of blood had nearly doubled, a lot more of it on Mitch than before, the blood staining his shirt, pants, shoes, and a few splatters on his wings.

Mitch watched with an open jaw as the pillars of white light once again rose around him, shooting into the sky, once again forming the cage. The golden light appeared again, hovering high in the air.

Mitch didn't take off however, instead raising his head up to the light. "What are you trying to tell me?!?!?" He yelled, the golden light not moving from its position. Mitch let out a yell as he kicked off the ground toward the light, a look of determination on his face.

He was getting closer to the light as his wings flapped with force, closer than he had gotten the first time. But that didn't last long, as he was once again interrupted by the feeling of something pulling him down. But this time, along with the pulling on his left wrist, there was pulling on his right wrist as well. Mitch turned in the air, his hands pulling closer together as if they were in chains that had tangled with one another. Once again, there were no visible chains, just the feeling.

Mitch roared and yelled as he struggled, his wings flapping harder than he had ever tried before, the golden light just within his vision. Mitch could feel the forceful tugging, but he still managed to find himself gaining more ground, advancing ever so slightly upward as he pulled against the invisible chains. "Not this time...!" He said through gritted teeth. Mitch continued to fly higher, despite the force pulling him down. Just as a bit of hope sparked within Mitch...

There was a loud snap.

Mitch screamed as an immense wave of pain entered him through one of his wings, shooting through his body. It only took one pull from the chains before Mitch was sent plummeting back to the ground. He struggled as tears of pain filled his eyes, but it was useless. Only his right wing was flapping, while the left one was limp, pain coursing through Mitch's body from every attempt to move it. He was helpless as he fell through the air, his tears flying off his face and into the air.

"You can't save him. He is going to die. He must die."

A moment later Mitch hit the ground.

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Mitch shot up in his bed, tears running freely down his cheeks. Mitch looked around him from tear filled eyes. Mitch cried silently as he sat on the edge of his bed, his wings wrapping around him like a cocoon. It was just a dream. I'm okay... He thought to himself, but he still continued to cry.

That's when he heard a knocking at his door.

"Mitch? Can I come in? It's Jerome!"

Mitch froze, his wings opening as he looked frantically around his room. That's when it hit him.

I forgot to ask Ian to give me my hoodie back.

(A/N: Hmmm... I wonder what you guys are thinking right now... if anyone has a theory on what's happening... Leave a comment for any theories you may have, because I genuinely am curious! But just saying, I am not confirming if they are right or wrong... *insert evil laugh here*)