Natale POV
At some point, I guess my brain did really shut off. But that was when the dreams started.
No... it was a nightmere.
I was in the cellar of the base again. The smell was the same as that night. I felt shivers pruning down my back. The smell of blood was overwhelming me and I even felt a little dizzy.
But something was different this time. I felt it in my heart...
I lifted my head, expecting to see the beaten-up man from before...
But this time it was Jackson who was hanging there. I released a little scream when I saw blood oozing from wounds on his hands. To my surprise, he opened his eyes then. They looked the same, but there was no light in them. They looked dead.
I felt tears rolling down my cheek. My heart was breaking for him, because of what he had to go throug
