Blaze gasped in surprise as she saw Richard shoot past her in a blur, attacking the boy in the middle of the group. Quickly scrambling to her feet, she slipped and slid all the way over to him. Grabbing onto his shirt tightly and pulling on his coat as hard as she could, she shook her head quickly as he tried to get her to run away. "No! Not without you Wichard!" she cried, the red and blue whites bouncing off the walls of a nearby building catching her attention.<br/><br/>"Wichard! The woo woo's! We gotta go!" Blaze cried over the fighting and yelling of the other boys. Suddenly she was thrown backwards into the deep snow as one of the other boys tried t break in. No one seemed to notice the cops pulling up beside the curb and quickly exiting their vehicle before it was too late. Blaze struggled to get out of the snow, reaching out for Richard. She grabbed a hold of his coat just as a burly police officer grabbed a hold of her and the other called for back up. "WICHARD!!" Blaze yelled out, her nails tearing at the fabric of his coat as the officer tore her away from him, the only boy that ever cared for her. The only person she had left in the world. She was tossed into the back of a police car and locked in just as back up arrived. Four or five cops raced for the boys and started grabbing them up, keeping them restrained.<br/><br/>Blaze beat her hands against the window, leaving foggy handprints on the window as muffled screams could be heard from inside for Richard. The officer got in his vehicle and pulled away; the outline of Blaze's head could be seen from the back window as she yelled for Richard.<br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Blaze shot upright in bed, panting hard as sweat dripped down her face. The memory already fading, leaving her with nothing but the feeling of dread. She couldn't even remember what she had been dreaming about, but whatever it was she knew it was a horrible, painful nightmare. Suddenly her alarm clock turned on, the sound of orchestra music filling the room. Blaze stared down at her hands, her knuckles white from gripping the blankets so hard.<br/><br/>Shaking her head rapidly, Blaze pushed herself out of bed and shuffled her way over to her bathroom. Today was the day she was supposed to meet her fiancé. Speak of the devil, the doorbell rang downstairs just about the time the thought had crossed her mind.