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Zedd stood infront of his apartment building. The wind blowing through his hair. He looked at the red bricks lining each balcony of the 8 storey building, studying the designs just to ease his nerves. He was going in there without a plan, no backup, no clear motive. The dream was vivid, it shook him to the core. His thought process just wasn't clear.

Lance too was shaken, the last dream had taken a lot out of him. He had told his fiancé that he was going out for a walk, and now trudged aimlessly through an unknown street. The buildings that were once a glowing white were now stained with black patches and an overall brown colour. Some people jogged with their headphones on, while others walked briskly, their dogs prancing happily infront of them with open mouthed smiles.

He turned right.

Zedd walked along the pavement, his hands in his pockets and his eyes trained to the grey ground deep in thought. He felt a hard shove on his shoulder, the force only enough to push his shoulder aside when he saw him. His eyes were jade, wide and were looking into his own. A slight blush played on his cheeks. Zedd comtinued to stare as the man walked away in a rush, wondering who he was. He shook it off and continued ahead.

Lance saw him, the man from his dreams. The one who had killed him a number of times, the one he was beginning to love. His eyes were more intense than he imagined, his hair had a sliver of hold in them. He was handsome.

He was getting married. He was letting her down. His crush was a man in his imagination, a man. A man who he had found out was real. His emotions were mixed, happy and sad, angry and calm. He sped away, trying to find a way back.

~

Later in the day, Lance sat in his office.

His documents lay on the table, awaiting his signature. But his mind didn't allow him to look at the ever growing stack. The hazel eyes danced in his memory. He looked straight ahead watching as his employees worked tirelessly, but not really taking it in. He still remembers the day he saw Ally, his fiancé, sitting in a cubicle in his plain sight. Falling for her was easy. It was a romantic affair. The engagement was something he had planned for a month, making it the best day of both their lives when she said 'yes'. The night was a whole other story.

He saw the man in his first dream that night.

That's when he heard the gun. He jumped in alarm when the shot was fired looking out to find a man leaning against his office window, smearing it with blood. He rushed out to help the man, kneeling next to him putting pressure on the wound. Blood ran down from his mouth while he pressed down the man's gut. He coughed.

"Leonard?" Lance said, his heart in his throat. Leonard Port was Lance's best friend since they were 12. Lance looked into the man's eyes, always kind and welcoming even now. Leonard gave him a smile, blood coating his teeth. Leo was always the brave one, even when they were kids. Now here they were.

"Stand up," he heard a voice behind him whisper, something metal prodding at his neck. Leonard started to heave, unable to breath looking at Lance with fear in his eyes. Lance gave him a tight smile, trying to reassure him. He couldn't even reassure himself.

He felt tight grip on his arm yanking him up. He felt himself being pushed, everything was blurred. He heard screaming and gunshots, 'get down's and 'help's. A hand replaced the metal on his neck, the grip firm before it was all dark. He could feel his legs moving so he wasn't unconscious. He was pushed and shoved into the arms of an extremely smelly man. The thought almost made him cringe. He heard the doors of the elevator scramble to a close before he was turned around, his hands yanked back bound by something metal. The man was breathing down his neck, his hands on his waist. Lance wanted to gag. After a minute the doors opened and Lance was shoved out almost falling before he was grabbed by the shoulders.

Walking ten steps and the shoved again, hard onto something metal. He felt something running down his face as his head was forcefully lifted while the bag was taken off. He saw the shadow of a man looking down at him before he lost consciousness.

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Zedd woke up to the dark.

His head continuously banging against a thin sheet of metal which vibrated against his head. He shut his eyes tight for a second before opening and blinking twice. Now he could make out that be was in the back of a bread van, his fists bound tightly behind him. He was alone and the van was moving quickly making his stomach feel quisy. He noticed a tiny hole on the roof of the van and could see a beam of sunlight. Something he hadn't noticed before. The light flicked because of how fast the van sped by the trees making Zedd dizzy.

This is why he preferred walking over any form of transport any day. His shook his wrists trying to move them, but they were bound by metal wire. Unusual Zedd thought, having kidnapped people himself. The van had a faint odour, of acid and roses. His head was spinning, like the driver was driving fast on purpose.

After about 10 minutes, the van came to a screeching stop before the doors were openned, the light burning Zedd's eyes before it settled. A moment passed then he saw two burly men shove a man in a suit with a black bag over his head right infront of him. Head first. One of the two men leaned forward and yanked the bag off of his head. One side of his face bloody before he fell back down unconscious.