This time I'm moving with the crowd. We're moving towards something. My legs have a mind of their own like an outside force controlling them. I can't get myself to stop no matter how hard I try.

The crowd leads me into a tall concrete building. It's dark and quiet.

Something about this eerie scenario does not sit right with me. A feeling of dread settles into the pit of my stomach.

We stop moving.

And then suddenly the hair on my arms stands up in attention.

"Take them" A strange voice slithers into my mind. It's neither male nor female. I'm sure it's not human altogether. The thing that terrifies me is that I'd heard the voice in my head.

I know without a doubt that all the others have heard it too.

"Take them all." The warped voice speaks in my mind again.

The crowd around me suddenly starts moving with more fervor. They move into the building their expressions stoic and uncaring.

The dread I'd been feeling earlier intensifies. In my gut, I know that something terrible is about to happen.

Suddenly the scenario around me changes. The crowd disappears. Suddenly I'm in a cold, basement. My eyes widen when I see a group of teenagers huddled in a corner, fear shining in their eyes. Men and women carrying various weapons hover over them.

A blood-curdling scream pierces through the air making the blood turn to ice in my veins. The kids behind me cry out and whimper in fear. I want to go to them, I want to comfort them but I know they can't see me.

The door to the room at the other end of the basement suddenly flies open. A man walks out, carrying the limp body of a teenage girl. Another man wearing a lab coat and a surgical mask, most likely a doctor, stands in the doorway, holding the door open. He signals to one of the adults currently guarding the teenagers.

Without any warning, the man to my right grabs a boy by his arm and starts dragging him toward the room. The boy tries to fight back and resist but the man threatens him with his shotgun making him go still with fear.

I follow them into the room. We pass the stoic man in the lab coat who is still holding the door open. The room is stark white with what seems like a single surgical table in the center and an operating theatre light above.

I watch as the man brings the boy to the table and makes him lie face down on it.

A sick feeling starts to bubble in my chest. An overwhelming sense of panic consumes me.

"Stop!" I cry out. But no one hears me.

I watch as the two men strap the helpless teen down on the table so he is completely immobile.

"Stop it!" I scream as I race towards them. I try to grab the man's arm but my hand just goes through him like he's made of thin air.

I watch in horror as the doctor picks up a scalpel off a silver tray placed on a table beside the bed.

This time I try undoing the boy's restraints but my hands can't seem to grasp anything.

The doctor places the scalpel at the base of the teen's skull and cuts downwards into his flesh as fresh blood oozes out.

The boy's cries of agony tear through my chest as I just stand there helplessly unable to do anything.

~~**~~

I woke up gasping for air. My shoulders heaved as I tried to keep down the contents of my stomach that threatened to come out.

"You okay in there?" A familiar female voice called out. It was the pixie-haired girl who'd been bringing my meals to me in the small cell I was currently being held in. I had no idea why that man had saved me or why he and his friends had decided to shut me in a cell but I couldn't exactly protest because it wasn't like I had anywhere else to go.

The woman slid the food tray to me from below the metal bars. There was a juice box, a sandwich, and a bag of crisps. It was better than what most prisons fed their prisoners but right now the mere thought of eating something had my stomach turning. I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to eat for at least two days after the extremely realistic and grotesque dream I'd just experienced.

"Are you alright?" She asked again, her voice laced with concern. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"

I shook my head and ran my fingers through my shoulder-length hair. "I had a dream. I don't know what it means." My eyes met her dark ones. "But it felt so real. . ." I whispered.

Her shoulders tensed at my words.

If this had happened to me before. Hell, any normal person would have dismissed it as just that, a nightmare. But recently weird things have been happening to me.

Like strange men from my dreams suddenly coming to life.

The woman took out a key from the pocket of her leather pants, stepped inside my cell, and crouched down in front of me so we were at eye level.

"What exactly did you see in this dream?" She demanded the sharpness in her voice took me a little off guard.

I told her everything I remembered about the dream. The more details I told her the grimmer her expression became.

Once I'd told her everything I knew she stood up.

"I'll go get the guys. They'll want to hear about this." She said quietly.

Without another word she left the cell, making sure to lock the door behind her.

Ten minutes later she was back, this time the two men were following close behind her.

I shuddered when my eyes locked with the cool grey eyes of the Catcher. He seemed to be studying me.

The woman approached my cell, her hands curling over the metal bars.

"Evangeline, I need you to remember where exactly this place is. Do you remember anything from the surroundings? Any detail can be helpful."

All three pairs of eyes were locked on me. Their intense gazes burned holes in my skin.

I took a deep breath and tried to remember. My eyes fluttered closed as I recalled my dream.

"It was a tall concrete building," I murmured. "With large metal gates and barbed wires over the walls." I swallowed as I tried to concentrate. "The building seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. There were no other houses or buildings near it."

"Come on!" The woman urged. "You have to give us something useful Evangeline, something we can actually use to locate."

My breathing swallowed as the horrifying things I'd witnessed started to replay in my mind. "There were teenagers there, they were being held captive."

Suddenly it came to me.

Just as we'd been entering into the building there had been letters engraved into the concrete just beside the gate.

My eyes flew open.

"West-Side Juvenile Detention Center," I whispered.

There was a sharp intake of breath. I watched as the woman's face paled in realization.

"We need to leave. Now!" She snarled.

"Zee, calm down. We don't know if this is for real. She could be leading us into a trap for all we know!" The man with the wire-rimmed glasses spoke calmly.

"And if it's not?" The woman, Zee, demanded. "We can't take that risk!"

"It makes no sense. It's too early for another attack." The man argued. "She's leading us into a trap just like I predicted."

The Catcher's cool voice suddenly cut in. "Even if it is a trap there are people in danger. Children in danger." He stepped away from the wall he'd been leaning against. "Their plan has already been set in motion we need to act now before it's too late."

The wire-rimmed glasses guy scoffed, "So we're just going to ignore the fact that we might be being led into an ambush?"

"No." The Catcher's calculating gaze settled on me for a brief moment before his attention turned back to his friend. "Which is why she is coming with us."

My breath hitched.

"I will be with her at all times. The moment I start suspecting that it's an ambush or get the impression that they suspected us coming..."

The Catcher's eyes narrowed at me, his warning shining clear.

"I will kill her."