Donald smiled.

"It's always good to remember those we hold dear. Even though he's still alive and right inside the school, but whatever. You haven't forgotten him. That's good."

He knew he wasn't making any sense at all. So he went back to singing.

Dawn closed her eyes, just paying attention to him.

Donald had been playing guitar, talking, and smoking all night. He couldn't remember ever being this high.

He called out to Edward and asked him something.

"This second sight you spoke about. Is it usually clear, or would you say muddled and puzzling?"

"In my experience, it depends on what's going on and how detatched from reality you are."

Donald laughed and looked at the joint.

"That would explain why mine never make a bit of sense, then."

Dawn poked him. "It may be because you're... addicted to THAT." She wrinkled up her nose.

Adrian was still trapped in his own mind. The final presence of Alexander, coupled with the shock of Donald dying and Dawn fainting had sent him into the prison of his phsyquie, and he had no key to escape.

He was concious however, and he was beginning to wonder when they would discover, or if they already had. He had fainted in the washroom....he had moved during his dream.

Perhaps they thought he had just left, left to go terrorize and discrminate even more people. But he hadn't. He lay in pain in the washroom only feet from them, as yet another memory slid into his concious.

The "accident" had been all over the papers. It was the top story for two years, the entire city of Temecula...gone. almost 50,000 killed instantly, with no trace of them anywhere. Luckily they did not know who commited the crime, it was Adrian...but the government blamed it on a meteor, which the public accepted as the most viable theory.

The government promised the keep Adrian safe when they found him. All he wanted was to be safe, and away from the destruction he had caused. He still didn't understand the magnitude of the cataclysim he'd unleahsed, he was too young.

The men in the black suits took him away, they moved. Adrian always wanted to see new places, but he missed his mommy. The men in the black suits told him that his mommy was gone, she had left him in their care...he was upset...but he liked these people....trusted them.

When they finally reached the place they were going to, Adrian saw the men in the suits change. They were not the nice people he'd known for a few days before. They forced him in the building at gunpoint and told him to go into the "labs". Adrian didn't know what those were, so he just followed them. They said it was a game...he liked games, no one else played with him.

When he got to the labs, they told him to stand on a platform in the middle of the room. It was a shiny white room, and the men there had shiny white clothes, except for one. His clothes were green, and he had all sorts of pins and medals...and Adrian didn't like him because he looked too serious.

He gladly went to the center of the room, and thats when everything changed. The glass tube came up and surrounded Adrian too quickly. He tried to hit it, but it electrocuted him. He backed away from it, and his back hit the other side, he was electrocuted again. He started crying. Thats when the tube filled a liquid...it was a hot liquid...it burned at first, then it simply did nothing. Adrian couldn't breath, then the liquid drained.

The tube lowered and some metal arms came out from the walls to his side, they grabbed his legs and his arms and uspended him in the air. Another, bigger, box of glass came up around the arms, and a bunch of men with guns surrounded him.

For five long years he was tested, tortured, retested. They wanted to know what made him so strong, but they could never ind it. He felt the pain, and the suffering, but he was too seddated to use his powers. He was so scared, for five years all he felt was fear, anger, distrust. He couldn't trust anyone anymore. They promised him the world, and then only ended up crushing his hopes and dreams.

He didn't have any dreams anymore...he still didn't to this day. He was afraid to dream...but then what were these? These were not dreams...these were nightmares...

After Donald played another song, he noticed something. Adrian was missing. Maybe he just went into a spot where he could be alone and think. Seemed logical to him. A lot had happened lately. Donald looked at everybody and said "Hang on guys, I gotta go piss."

As he entered the restroom, he saw Adrian laying on the floor, convulsing violently.

"S**T!" He ran over, trying to calm him down. He couldn't get the seizure to stop, and he couldn't get a firm grip to carry him due to his thrashing around.

He hoped somebody would hear him yelling.

Dawn was already there, her hands against Adrian. She panicked and pressed her cheek against his chest, forcing his body into stillness and calm. She had no idea what she was doing and looked into the core of her power, pulling out some and forcing it into his body. Dawn looked at Adrian's face and froze: he was getting older. Dawn tried to pull back the magic and failed. Adrian wasn't thrashing, but his body had changed, making him look her age. "Adrian? Oh god, what have I done?"

Donald did something he wasn't too sure of.

"Wake up Adrian!" He then reared back, and slapped the living crap out of him.

He saw the red handprint forming on his cheek, and hoped that would wake him up but not make him angry.

We wouldn't like him when he's angry.

He felt them. They were there, trying to save him...but something was wrong. Was it him? What was going on.

He memories had stopped, and suddenly he felt different, but he couldn't remove himself from his own mind.

That is of course until he felt the slap...one...two...three...four. They reminded him of the pain he'd gone through, and immense amounts of elemental energy began flowing into the room. A few more hits, and Belway would be nothing but a smoldering crater.

"Wake up, dammit!" Dawn yelled and shook him, hard.

He felt the shaking. He grew even more afraid. He could see the werewolf man...the one who had killed his mother. He wanted to explode...release the energy stored in him...but something in the back of his mind told him that he shouldn't...but he couldn't hold on much longer.

He needed something pleasant...he tried to think...but found nothing...

Dawn stopped and collapsed on him. "Please Adrian..."

He gasped as air shot into him, and his eyes rocketed open. He would have flung forward, but Dawn was on top of him. She didn't seem to notice he was awake.

He ran a hand through her hair...and found he now had the pleasant memory he needed. The pain was gone...for now...the energy was released.