Barely Dead

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Noah didn't dream often, but that changed suddenly, since he was in the middle of a nightmare. He and Vincent casually conversed as they walked out of theater five and into the circle in the center. The sweet aroma of the hotdogs and popcorn attacked his sense of smell, and Vincent took a deep breath in, enjoying it.

"What should we get?" Noah pondered aloud, peering at his friend from the corner of his eye.

"I want candy," he said hungrily, a wicked smirk plastered on his face. They took their place in line behind a woman and a child. Vincent glanced over at Noah and asked him, "So, what do you think of Adriana coming back suddenly?" Noah shrugged and responded with a simple: "I'm glad."

Vincent went on to drool about the candies as two more men got in line behind them. Noah caught a glimpse of them. They looked around their age. He shrugged his stiff shoulders suddenly, annoyed at the crick in his neck. He didn't sleep too well last night. Noah shrugged again and stared at the vast selection of sweets. The lady at the counter handed the people in front of them their food. The duo stepped forward immediately afterwards.

"How may I help you?" the girl said. Her hair was dyed red and faded at the roots, stretched back in a tight ponytail, revealing her childish face. Noah was taken aback by her intense stare yet timid voice.

"I want them all," Vincent blurted out, his eyes glued to the candies. The girl cocked an un-plucked brow up, and Noah stared at her, strangely feeling he knew her. She looked familiar. Vincent clarified by saying, "I'll take two packs of Skittles, one pack of Sour Patch kids, and three bags of M&Ms. And popcorn. And a soda-Coke please."

The girl nodded and then said, "I'll be right back," before disappearing into the storage that held the food.

"Did you recognize her?" Noah said, narrowing his eyes at the space she escaped to.

"I don't know," Vincent shrugged. "The food was a lot more appealing than the chick." Noah rolled his eyes but didn't respond. The girl came back a few minutes later.

"Here you go," she said, handing them what they ordered. Vincent handed her the bill and brought their food as they walked back to the theater side-by-side. They walked past the bathrooms, and that's when they were forcefully shoved aside into the boy's restroom. Vincent kept a sturdy grip on the tray as the unknown? force struck his side; after all, he did have his priorities in order. Noah, on the other hand, turned to instinct and threw a pathetic punch at the person shoving them. However, he wasn't known for his "muscles" and "awesome" fighting skills. Not every lean guy could pack a punch. Noah thought he could, but he was mistaken.

And it was embarrassing.

The restroom was conveniently empty, Noah sourly noticed, and he didn't recall seeing anybody near the bathroom to see them being pushed in. He began to scream until a hand clasped over his mouth.

Vincent realized what was going on and his face paled as though a wave of white paint had been splattered atop his face, and then he dropped the food. He was upset. Not only because of the fact they were screwed and most likely going to die, but because he dropped his tray.

Movie theater food wasn't cheap.

A man dressed in black stared both of them straight in the eyes. Within seconds, Noah's vision blurred into darkness, and he awoke, breathing heavily, in a hotel room.

It was hysterical; his "nightmare" just so happened to be a recollection of the events that occurred in the past few hours, or however long they had knocked him into unconsciousness.