After a long day of fighting crime and dealing with people, Comet decided that the best course of action for now was to stop being Comet and go back to being Edward. He arrived at home still in uniform, stripped down and climbed into bed, lounging for what felt like hours before finally falling asleep. [i]Edward![/i] Edward shot awake, the room was dark and suddenly smelled of burning plastic. He frowned in confusion, sitting on the side of his bed and yawning. He furrowed his brow and scanned. It wasn't the same room he had fallen asleep in, it was near-black, but a light orange light creeped in from under the door. He looked down at his hands, still covered in burn scars, so that hadn't changed. He stood up and immediately collapsed on the ground, his legs in incredible burning pain. It was like every wound he had ever taken had opened at once. He growled and pulled at the ground, his entire body in searing pain. He kept going, pulling at the ground, but he never got any closer to the door, the light only getting stronger and blasting at his eyes. He wasn't moving, he was stuck, and he had never felt this feeling before, all throughout his life he had never felt stuck, he could always move fast enough to escape before, but not now, now he felt like he had been crippled. Like he was broken. His ears began to ring in his ears, louder and louder until it hurt, he could always run faster than sound before, was this some sort of ironic hell? The room was fully lit up now, a diploma on the wall, flowery wallpaper, a perfectly made bed and a pair of bunny slippers on the ground. He knew this room, this room meant something to him, back in Wales, he had been in this room more times than he could remember, this was James' room. [i]Edward![/i] He recognized James' voice now, he was terrified, his voice breaking in terror. From the other side of the door he heard thumping feet and screaming from the other room. The door crashed open, and the light blinded Edward as two figures burst in, one holding a knife. They fought, poorly, like they had both already been hurt. The man with a knife finally stabbed the other man, who fell to his knees. The man with a knife slit the kneeling man's throat in an instant. The man's blood splattered on the walls, on the floor, everywhere, and in a way oh so familiar to Edward. The man fell, and Edward saw his face. James spoke despite his ravaged throat. [i]I'm sorry, Eddie.[/i] [hr] Edward shot out of bed, holding his head in his hands and sweating. He took a few deep breaths and stared at the floor, he'd had this dream before, the dream that was more than a dream, it was truth. He hadn't seen it, but this was how James died, murdered in his room by that same bastard who Edward once thought was his friend. But that was over now, he had to get over it, there wasn't anything he could have done. His first love was gone, but he still had a life of his own to live. "Edward?" A female voice from the living room yelled out for him, obviously he had made a little bit of noise. He threw on a pair of jeans and a tank top in around two seconds and then appeared in the middle of the apartment. "God, wait a few seconds before you yell at me," he responded to the red-haired woman. She chuckled and gestured to a seat opposite her, a meal already prepared. Maria was still in her pajamas, a long t-shirt over her underwear. He didn't mind, hell, she could walk around naked for all he cared, he paid the rent, she provided him with company, something that was hard to get when you were a giant asshole who got off on other people's suffering. "Good morning, how was your day yesterday?" She asked, ignoring his snarky comment. "Fantastic, I punched a giant rat in the face," he responded before beginning to eat at least fifteen spoonfuls a second. "I saw, I thought you missed and the other guy did it." He snorted in response. "Your brother got anything going on?" he asked hopefully, her brother was really cute. "He's not gay, Edward, even if he was he wouldn't go for you," she said, insulting him playfully. "Yeah, yeah, don't you have a whole football team to be having sex with?" he said as he stood up and tossed the bowl in the sink. "Ha ha..." she laughed sarcastically. Suddenly she stopped talking and gave a sad, contemplative look. Edward tilted his head and gave her a confused glare. "What?" "Oh, it's nothing," she lied, poorly. Edward sat back down and looked at her. "No it's not, tell me," he almost begged. "I am your only friend, right?" She laughed again, but it felt fake this time. "No... I know you had that dream again, I heard you talking in your sleep." [i]Embarrassing, but whatever, at least it wasn't last night's dream, now that would have been mortifying.[/i] Edward frowned and looked closer. Maria attempted to evade his eyes and look out the window. "I heard rumors... about your friend from Wales," Edward immediately knew what she was talking about. "The one from my dream?" he attempted to clarify, and she gave him a nod in confirmation. His stomach dropped and he felt angrier than he had felt in the last few years. "What about him?" His voice dropped an octave and he almost growled. Maria dropped her head in response. "I heard he's in Epic City." Emotions welled up through Edward's entire body, his hands shook on the table. He sniffed and stood slowly. His mind was filled with rage-fueled thoughts of revenge. "I'm leaving." "Wait, Edward wai-" Edward threw on a jacket and left the room. He ended up on top of the building, sitting and staring out over the city. He was calming slowly, though his hands still shook with both shock and anger. [i]I'll find him, I have to find him.[/i]