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The world was dark, so deep and cold. Gunner didn't know what to do and it all started with that circus. The stars lit up the sky so much that it was like morning, but it was still dark. It wasn't visually dark, but he felt dark on the inside. It was deep and cold and his body was moving without his permission. He was moving into the tent with all of the people he saw that day. It was like he was walking into the circus for the first time all over again. He took a step forward, but he had no shoes to protect him from the sand beneath his feet. It wasn't like they needed to be protected, but where were those shoes? He was in a t-shirt and shorts, in something he'd sleep in.

His beanie was gone and he even knew that, because he touched his head and his black hair was exposed to the frigid air. He was freezing, but that couldn't be possible because he was dreaming. It all felt so real, but he knew a dream when he saw it. Gunner Walked in and saw everyone standing there, staring at him. His breath caught in his throat, he was hurting from head to toe. Maybe it was better that he didn't breathe, because the air tasted like saw dust. It was a dream though, he didn't need to breathe.

"W͓̽e͓̽'v͓̽e͓̽ b͓̽e͓̽e͓̽n͓̽ e͓̽x͓̽p͓̽e͓̽c͓̽t͓̽i͓̽n͓̽g͓̽ y͓̽o͓̽u̽," The words were hard to understand, but he could make them out a little bit. The boy with hair to his shoulders spoke crossly with his eyes blaring red. He was the firebreather, Marcel Edwards.

"You have?" Gunner's words were soft and echoed. There was nothing outside of the tent, just stars and blackness.

"Wͦͯeͦͯ nͦͯeͦͯeͦͯdͦͯ yͦͯoͦͯuͦͯ toͦͯ dͦͯoͦͯ sͦͯoͦͯmͦͯeͦͯtͦͯhͦͯiͦͯnͦͯgͦͯ fͦͯoͦͯrͦͯ uͦͯsͦͯ," Marcel went on, stepping towards Gunner.

He couldn't understand what Marcel was saying, his words were scratchy. "You need what?"

"We're not what you think we are," A girl stepped in. She was tall and kept her hair in a bun, dirty blonde strands hanging out in the front. She spoke clearly and she looked like Thalia Perry, the trapeze artist.

"What are you then?" Gunner asked quietly.

"Wͦͯͦͯeͦͯͦͯ'rͦͯͦͯeͦͯͦͯ dͦͯͦͯeͦͯͦͯaͦͯͦͯdͦͯͦͯ," Thalia and Marcel spoke at the same time in deep voices.

Gunner fell back at their voices. Everything doubled when he fell back and he could see a nearly transparent version of himself falling as he hit the ground. What was going on? He started breathing again and it was like breathing in pieces of wood. Everything was echoing and there was a long and loud ringing in his ears.

"Wͦͯeͦͯlͦͯcͦͯoͦͯmͦͯeͦͯ tͦͯoͦͯ tͦͯhͦͯeͦͯ Cͦͯiͦͯrͦͯqͦͯuͦͯeͦͯ Rͦͯoͦͯyͦͯaͦͯlͦͯeͦͯ Aͦͯmͦͯoͦͯuͦͯrͦͯ, Gͦͯuͦͯnͦͯnͦͯeͦͯrͦͯ," Valentino Lockwood loomed over the teenage male and smiled his crooked smile. "I know you'll love it here."

"What's going on, Mr.Lockwood?" Gunner breathed and everything was getting dark.

All of the members of the circus had red eyes and their skin was grey. Their teeth were sharp, he could almost feel the pain of those teeth sinking into his own skin. They didn't come near him though.

There was no reply from any of the members as Rory appeared next to Gunner, wearing a long black dress. It wasn't like her to wear a dress and she looked like she was asleep. The ringing and double vision stayed as he looked at her, sitting up as much as he could to touch Rory's arm.

"Rory, what are you doing here?" Gunner could hear his voice echoing and it made the ringing worse.

"Gunner..." She whispered, looking over at him. "Don't trust them."

He looked at the members of the circus wearily. He didn't want to trust them, but his words said otherwise. "No, we should join them."

"No!" Rory screamed and it echoed so loudly that Gunner's hearing faded away.

The entire dream faded away and he woke up.