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Chapter 2: Spidey's Boogey

It was dark. So dark that it was nearly impossible to see anything at all. Her eyes couldn't even adjust to the dark, the way it normally worked in these situations. The darkness engulfed her, covered her, strangled her. She knew she would not make it out alive if she could not find light. She took one unsteady step forward-she fell into oblivion. She fell and she fell and she fell. The fall never stopped- not even when the monsters began running after her.

They ran through the air as if it was not really air. To them, it had substance. It was made of solid rock. They chased her, and one by one they fell to their deaths as the walkway ran out of solidity. When she thought it was all over, a cold, clammy hand took hold of her and yanked her downward. Finally, she began to come closer to the ground. In only moments, she was dead.

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Dane Reagan woke with a start, cold sweat coating her forehead, drenching her hair and clothes with salt-water.

She got out of bed quickly, shivering as the night air touched her skin. She tiptoed down the hallway to her bathroom and then closed the door behind her When she glimpsed herself in the mirror she almost couldn't recognize the face. The girl was deathly pale; the bags under her eyes were a deep purple, and they shadowed the shocking electric blue of her irises. Her multicolored hair was in chunks across her face, the purple was blended in with the green, the blue was tangled with the black. Not only did she look a mess, but she felt it, too.

She sighed and touched her tongue to her lip ring. It glinted in the light as she moved it- but it also hurt. "Ow." She had just gotten it pierced the night before, and she was starting to regret it. She gave herself one more hard look in the mirror, shrugged, and then began to get her hair in order. After she was done she made her way to her bedroom and searched for clothes to wear. She undressed and then put on a pair of stone wash ripped skinny jeans, a dubstep band tee, and a neon green hoody. She slipped on a pair of orange Converse before putting on a striped beanie to keep her head warm in the cold that was to come. She made sure to grab a twenty dollar bill and her cell phone so she would not be without something to rely on.

Without a second thought, she stepped over to the window and catapulted herself outwards and into the air. She landed ina giant pile of leaves tat she ad raked up herself the day before. She couldn't help but giggle as she rolled onto the ground, stood, and dusted herself off.

She breathed in the chilly air and felt exhilarated when she took off down the deserted road leading to her salvation. She couldn't wait to be alive again She couldn't wait to feel the adrenaline of a night out pumping through her veins. Her mouth formed into a Cheshire cat grin. Soon. She knew it would be soon, just a walk away.

She took the shortcut there, she was impatient tonight. She scaled a few fences, cut through elderly people's yards. It was too late for anyone to notice, and besides, they were used to it. She had been doing this for years, and the one time she was caught it was by an old woman who actually turned out to be really cool- she used to be a Rolling Stones groupie and she was into the really good music from the sixties and seventies. The old woman (Ms. Toole) had this really wicked library with the best comic books' along with horror classics.

When she caught Dane running through her yard, she promised not to tell her dads if Dane would help her sort through some of her old stuff for the next few weeks. Not only did Ms. Toole stick to her word, but they became good friends after that time period.

Dane would never understand why she liked befriending the older generation rather than her generation- maybe if was because older people were not nearly as annoying.

She shrugged at her own thought.

It didn't matter.

She looked up, and, in her view were multicolored neon lights. She walked faster, as fast as her legs would allow.