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Lost in another dream, Ben wanders the deserted amusement park not quite knowing why he was there. Was this another initiation into the Yancy Street Gang or something else? And why did he feel like he should be taller, bigger?

The laughing clown stumbles into view only to fall and burst into pieces, springs and bolts flying.

Shadows shift and stutter into tentacle shapes that beckon and threaten.

He runs, scared of the silent echos of footfalls only to stumble and fall into a deep shadow. His body suddenly grows heavy, too heavy to lift. He can barely breath through the coughing and the weight of his chest. His muscles stretch and tear, growing. Then there is a cold fire stab of pain in his right hand, a hand now covered in rock. He looks and sees a giant hammer and feels himself fall into the fear again.

Ben starts awake, panting and still feeling the burn of the hammer in his hand. He takes a moment to catch his breath before he stands and heads for the door. He has to leave Milliways before whatever the hell that thing is in the forest wakes Angrir.

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 The paperback of War and Peace slipped out of Ben's grasp as the sleep he had been avoiding finally took him and he dreamed.

"Okay Benjy, you wanna be in the gang, ya have ta spend the night in the Warehouse," Micky, the leader of the Yancy Street Gang was saying as the rest of the gang shoved Ben towards the abandoned building everyone knew was haunted. Ben tried his best to stay brave but he had been expecting a beating not this. 

"Fine, I can take whatevers ya can dish out!" He declared though he wanted to run, especially when the alley cat yowled. Several of the gang did jump but Ben managed not to.

Jamie, the most recent member pulled open the board of the fence while Tommy gave a mock bow, "After yous." Ben ducked through the fence and the board slammed shut. He stood there, gathering his courage and clenched his fists before stepping forward. He could do this, he knew he could. It'd just be a few hours and then they'd know he was a tough guy and they could count on him.

The fog grew and made a good try at hiding the warehouse but Ben knew where the door was. Once last look at the sliver of moon and then back to the door with a gulp and Ben stepped forward only to whip around towards the figure he knew he saw out of the corner of his eye. But nothing was there. Shaking his head, he scowled. So they thought they could scare him? Pretend to be ghosts? Fat lotta good it'd do them.

The hinges creaked as he forced the door open and he nearly screamed when he felt something brush on the back of his neck and he spun again but nothing was there. He saw all the graffiti though, the circles with the x's and couldn't shake the feeling he knew them or that they were somehow watching him. He shook his head again laughing at himself. Idiot.

Fifteen minutes later and he can't get the feeling of being watched out of his head. Shadows continue to reach for him and cobwebs always seem to wrap around him. He's coughing too and has decided to hide in an office for the night. If he doesn't wander, nothing can find him right? He found an old desk and curling up in the hollow below, he's almost comfortable. His eyes close as he suddenly feels drowsy but snap open when he hears the office door creak open slowly and whisper of footfalls tantalize.

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 Ben doesn't expect to sleep but he's so worn out, he has to try anyway. Laying there for what feels like hours, coughing and wondering if he should just give up and read a book...

His mom is yelling at his dad again and his dad, as usual, is drunk. His father yells back, stumbling up to stand, and his hand pulls back. His mom pushes him, not giving him the chance to even try and hit her. Ben knows he needs to stop this but his older brother, Daniel holds him by the shoulders keeping him from running in.

His eight year old body struggles against the hands that hold him while his father stumbles back towards the fire escape. "Let me go!" he yells out as the doorbell rings and his father barely catches himself on the windowsill.

His mom shakes her head in disgust and crosses the room to answer the door. Ben notices Daniel's fingers are long and skinny, too long. [Deep in his sleep, Ben rolls over and struggles against what's coming; tearing his blanket.]

The police are at the door and his mother smiles. "We're sorry about the noise, officers. We'll keep it down." She says in the age old lie.

"Ma'am, is everything alright?" the younger officer asks, looking uncomfortable and worried.

"Of course it is. My husband and I were just arguing."

"Ma'am...Mrs. Grimm," the older officer says with a stoic expression. "I'm afraid we've got some bad news for you. Your son, Daniel has been shot."

That's not right, dream Ben thinks. Daniel's right here. He turns, looks up and screams at the tall slender man whose faceless head brushes the ceiling.

Ben starts awake, the scream still echoing in his throat and swallows. Maybe he'll do without sleep.


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