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Spoiler: Spoiled

A/N: Put into one chapter or keep as two?

Chapter 10.2 (Third person centering on Melanie + Jack's P.O.V.)

"Nngh!" Melanie moaned. Her body twisted and turned as her subconscious was forcing images into her over-extended mind.

A greasy pink-haired lady was gazing at herself in a filthy old full-body length mirror. Her hair was as greasy as Snape's in the Harry Potter books! Her starlet yellow gown (what Melanie would have described it) was minced up to smithereens. It covered her private areas but it couldn't have covered more even if the dress wants to. The lady was emitting model grace and elegance with every twitch the anonymous made. Her sculpted features were stunning until you made it to her eyes. Black flames replaced her pupils. They wanted to spill out and erode everything it could touch if it had the ability to do so. They were a picturesque abomination to look at but Melanie's hands were shaking with the temptation to illustrate the revulsion. Melanie wanted to stay there looking at the atrocity to burn the image into her eyes so she could draw it out later. But as her dreams usually went, they did not follow her wants or desires.

Her eyes unwillingly traveled to the lady's torso where a smudge was beginning to form on the unblemished skin. The cackle that escaped the woman's lips made every nerve of Melanie's to curl up and hide by the screech of it. Her mind zoomed in on the forming mark on the core seeing that it wasn't any insignificant image. Lines looped in and out forming a sketch worthy of the master artists. The image surprised the dreamer as the picture was a little faerie. The image wasn't coloured except for a small detail. The feather poking out of the forehead was golden.

The horrendous lady cackled as she squeezed the spot where the image came to be.

"Finally! That faerie was strong for her kind but not strong enough! It was useless for her to be fighting against my control. She has appeared unto my skin marking her mine. MINE! It will be difficult to find out where I hid the actual soul. Oh Frost, come find it! I implore you to!"

Melanie's ears burned at the noise you call her voice. She would much rather listen to Umbridge's decrees than what this unknown woman was prattling about. Yet when she mentioned Frost, Melanie couldn't help but whimper out, "As in Jack Frost?"

The object of the dream snapped her attention back to the mirror and snarled out threateningly, "Who dares intrude me, the all-powerful empress of darkness? ANSWER me!"

Wisely, Melanie clamped her mouth shut and slowly crept away from the lady's seething trembling body. She caught herself staring at the mirror and her gaze connected with the furious glare.

"…leave before I do you the same as I've done to Frost's little friend. NOW!" the lady yelled pointing everywhere but where she was.

Melanie scrambled to get to everywhere but this place. Her mind opened her attention to finally view the environment her unconsciousness placed her in. Black lumps of who-knows-what was scattered from one place to another and the lady was sitting not on a chair but a pile of bones. Bones that the dreamer knew she didn't want to know where they came from.

Her mind began to fuzz and blur as the unknown decided that Melanie was taking too long of her sweet time lo leave her domain and began her way to evict the intruder the best way she knew how, by taking her soul of course.

Before the woman could place a grimy finger on Melanie's head, the scenery changed. Now she was floating in the night skies above her hometown. Her beloved Burgess, where her friends and family lived happily without a care of true danger like the one she had so closely experienced. She saw streams of golden sand streak the darkness. Her eyes traveled the sand trying to find the creator. Her gaze landed on a plump and stout looking man wearing a bowler's hat. Melanie had caught the Sandman's gaze and he tipped his hat in her direction. She could be jumping up and down from elation right now because her childhood hero just acknowledged her presence!

Without given the chance and the reminder that this was sadly just a dream, she was transported to a house quite familiar to her eyes. Her feet gently grazed the dark red carpet as she watched her best friend sitting on his black bed.

"I know you're here. Come out already and give me my mission." groaned Clark as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his hands.

Melanie thought he meant her but a shadowy figure came to be from behind the door.

"Can't you welcome your mother-creator with a bit more warmth?" said a lady gleefully.

Melanie's mouth gaped openly as she recognized the woman to be the same one she just encountered. How did Clark know this lady? Why did the woman address herself as Clark's mother-creator? Questions circled Melanie's mind as she knew now that this was beginning to be another puzzling dream of the future she now began to dread.

"Never Valleria, not when what you ask of me hurts the people I love." replied Clark darkly.

At least now the unknown had a name she could place. Valleria was a beautiful name that did not fit the one who bore it.

"Oh boohoo. Love dies and goes whereas my violence and destruction lays scars that will forever torment humanity."

Clark remained silent since he knew that if he tried to defend his kind, he would only receive lashes of violence that he didn't want. Not now, not ever.

"Well, your mission son-creation is the fall of your so-called 'best friend'. She has powers that could be of use to the Guardians and you know who that makes me feel. Horrible. She is the tip to the scale that will allow them to win. Become her doom and you will be rewarded greatly my dear." dictated Valleria to Clark. She tapped on Clark's skin with her scraggly fingernails and left without a single word.

Moments of silence passed as Clark absorbed the information. He grabbed his head in frustration and screamed which frightened Melanie. He looked up while Melanie's vision focused itself unto his visage. His pupils were the same as Valleria's. Black flames aching release from its proprietor.

Melanie took a step back, away from the scene. Having power over her body in a dream for the first time should have amazed her but she couldn't compute this newfound power without the horror that came to pass from the situation. Her best friend could become her downfall? No no no! Clark wouldn't ever do it!

Tears escaped her eyes as she bawled from the future revelation.

She continued to blubber as she awoke from her dreams. She wished she could un-see what she saw but that was impossible. Was her best friend going to betray her in favor of his mother-creator? The answer was very possibly ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent sure. Was Valleria plotting her demise from the Guardians, from Jack? The answer was the same as above.

One thing kept tugging at her mind though. How could Valleria notice her in a dream? That in itself was an impossibility based on all of her other dreams. Was that dream a future dream or something that had already come to pass?

Melanie could only wish for Jack to soothe her back to sleep.

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(Jack's P.O.V.)

I slowly crept into Melanie's room only to sit on her window sill. I watched her sleep with tear-streaked cheeks. Did she have nightmares again? I hopped off the ledge and went to stroke her cheeks. I hope that she will be willing to tell me what she dreamt about in the morning as I kissed her on the cheek and slept not in her bed but on her window sill. I can't indulge myself that quickly. Learn from the past to move to a better future.