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Jonathan had been thrown by the blast. He got sent a good 10 feet into a curb. He had felt his head smack the curb, and dreams flooded in.

He awoke violently in a bed. He sat there for a time dazed, until the world came into view. He was in Patrick's apartment, but the room had changed. Pictures covered the different painted walls. In them he saw Patrick, and him, with a child he did not recognize. Leaping out of the bed, he walked into the bathroom. He was startled by what he saw. His hair was starting to turn grey, and his skin was starting to wrinkle. Amazed at what he saw, he looked until he found a calendar on the bed-side table.

27 June, 2028.

Where had the 14 years gone? What was happening!!!?

Banging the door open he ran into the kitchen and screamed.
At the kitchen table a five year old boy with brown hair and brown eyes, stared back at him.

"Hi Daddy!" The boy replied bubbly.

Jonathan barely had time to comprehend this when Patrick put his arm around him.

"Are you okay baby?" He asked concerned.

Jonathan ripped Patrick off of him and spun around. Patrick's looked almost exactly the same, but Jonathan could see the hurt look on his face.

"Did I do something?" He asked quietly.

"No, baby, no." Jonathan answered, pulling Patrick into a kiss.

"This is the life you could have lived," Jonathan heard James say.

Jonathan looked up and saw James walking towards him. His hair was blond now, and he wore a three piece suit, and he looked like he was about 18.

"At this point Jonathan noticed that the boy and Patrick were both frozen in place.

"What?" Jonathan asked, confused.

"People like me and you, the ones who cause the messes, often get a choice in life. To live the life they wanted, or to chose the real world. This is your choice; either stay here in this room forever with your son and Patrick or come back to life and live with the real Patrick," he explained.

"What are you saying?" Asked a still confused Jonathan.

James sighed, "What I'm saying is that you could chose to die, and stay here, or live and rejoin us. Remember though, that this life here, will never happen, and if you chose the real world there will be pain and agony but it will be real."

"And you made a decision like this?" Jonathan asked.

"Yes." Was all James answered before he faded away.

"Baby are you alright?" A reanimated Patrick asked, startling Jonathan.

Jonathan stood there gawking. He didn't know what to do. His heart told him to stay, but his mind told him to go. He started crying. He knew his decision. He kissed Patrick on the lips one last time, and woke up.

He awoke with someone ahold of him. Blinking blood out of his eyes, he saw that it was some cop. The cop's eyes went wide in recognition, until a bullet caused his head to explode, covering Jonathan in little bits of blood, bone, and brain. The body fell on him, pinning him to the street. He could hear gunfire in the distance, and the screeching of car tires. He could not see anything, though. So, for a time he just closed his eyes and prayed. He did this until all the gunfire stopped, and the area became eerily quite. He kept them closed until the body was wrenched off of him. He looked up and was supposed at what he saw.

A tall, middle aged woman, with shoulder length blonde hair stood there, her hand outstretched. Jonathan took it, and with surprising strength, she pulled him up. What he saw next sickened him. The motel had burned down, and many police, EMS, and fire vehicals were there, but all of the people who had showed up were dead. All of them layed there with bullet wounds, blood pouring out of them.

He turned to face the woman. She held a gun in one hand, and her dress was splattered with blood.

"You must be Laura?" Jonathan asked.

"Yep," she replied.

"Did you kill all of those men and women?" He asked.

"No," a new voice answered, "we both did." James came walking towards them smiling. He too had a gun in his hand, but his face was gashed open from his right temple, to his right cheek.

"Things were chaotic after the explosion,"he explained," I started to run over to you when some cops arrived. I had to kill them before they found you, but more started arriving. Before long I grew outnumbered, until Laura arrived and helped me finish them off."

She smiled. "Let's go find the others."

He followed her as they started walking toward them building, where the others had been closer to at the time of the explosion. They found Logan underneath a piece of rubble, but otherwise unhurt. James took Logan in his arms, and started whispering in his ear. Jonathan found that odd, but thought nothing really about it.

He kept moving, following Laura, until they found Patrick, sprawled across the ground. Jonathan ran over to him, and cried out when he saw that Patrick's collarbone was sticking out of the skin. He tried to awake Patrick, but he wouldn't awake. Jonathan started crying as he saw his friend there lying, helpless. Laura put her arms around him, and pulled him back to a SUV. She told him to sit in the passenger's seat and that everything would be okay. He did as she told him, as tears streamed down his face. He sat there like that for some time, until the door to the SUV behind him opened. James got in the car, with Patrick in his arms. Jonathan whimpered when he saw his friend lifeless like that. Logan, also got in the SUV, and sat next to James. Next to him he saw Laura get into the drivers seat, and start the car. They sped away form the hotel, and drove for a time.

"He's awakening!" James exclaimed.

Jonathan turned around and smiled, as he saw Patrick starting to move. He didn't have long to savor the moment, as the windshield exploded, covering him in glass. That's when bullets started to rip through the cabin.

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