For those nosy individuals who are flipping through my journal: I, Marcus Stevens, officially hate you.

Don't you guys have something better to do? Like going outside or around-the-house chores or God forbid actually doing your homework?

It's not like I have that interesting of a life to tell. I didn't even want to be part of any of this. But I guess the truth is I didn't have a choice after I attacked the monster. I changed fate that day.

Sometimes I regret not letting them die.

The nightmare starts like this: I'm wearing clothes that aren't mine and I'm standing in the middle of an amusement park. That alone is enough to drudge up bad memories and anxiety.

I'm holding a sword that's so not mine as well. It's Ether metal, which is ten times outside the price range of even my wildest dreams. It's said that weapons made from Ether metal can link directly to their masters and when their blades change color, it displays their masters emotions.

If that's true than in my nightmare I'm the equivalent of a stereotypical teenage white girl after a crappy break up: The blade is changing colors rapidly, from pastel green to pastel pink to pastel yellow to every other pastel color on the color wheel.

Before me is a girl, one I'm sure I've never scene before. She's crying, but I don't go near her to comfort her. In fact, I take a step back. The girl is a mess. Her hair is every color of the rainbow cascading down her back in a wild untamed mane.

I know instinctively that someone's dead. I just do. There's blood on the ground, purple blood that looks as fake as it did last time I had truly been to an amusement park.

There's another girl behind me cradling a body covered in it.

It's always too quiet in the park, but I never notice until I wake up. There's no one else other than me, the two girls, and a body.

"What have you done?" the rainbow freak yells at me, "We were friends! How could you?!"

Her voice is raw, almost cutting, but I just brush it off. "It was going to happen, anyway."

In the dream the air turns cold. I know the feeling, the thousands-of-spiders-are-crawling -down-your-back feeling, as the air vibrates with magic energy. Every time I'm surprised to find I'm the one doing it. I'm making the air go cold and the sky darken.

I'm bringing evil to a place where there is already evil.

"STOP!" the girl behind me screams. She's up on her feet in seconds, screaming blood murder. She's got tattoos all over her body, just withering lines that seem to move by themselves. They ripple across her skin making her anger even more visible.

"STOP NOW!" She demands.

But I don't. Every part of me wants to but I can't make myself stop. The air around me turns dark blue and the sky rumbles.

Both the girls charge at me. It's like they just know to do it. The rainbow girl twists her form-fitter ring and she shifts into a horse with a rainbow freaking mane. The other girl's hands are glowing, her eyes are teal, she lunges viciously like the entire world of Lucyland resides on stopping me.

But neither of them touch me. Because by the time they reach me there's already a blade in my chest.

The worst part of that nightmare isn't when I wake up screaming because I can feel the pain. It's not when I feel myself die. It's not even when my body goes numb. The worst part is that moment before, when I can't stop myself from doing whatever my dream self was doing.

It feels to real. Like it was set in stone. History that already happened. I betrayed those girls. I killed someone. It happened, and there was no way to change it.

And for some reason that was always scarier than death itself.

You know until I woke up in cold sweat and the screaming didn't stop.

I was laying in the meadow. The tall grasses that normally swayed in the comforting wind were whipping sharply to the side as if they were getting sucked into a colorful vortex of death. Confused and groggy and -- I'm not gonna lie-- somewhat terrified, I really just sat there staring at the sky wondering what idiot meandered into Bobi's meadows yelling like this.

The sky had turned dark purple, like blood, the clouds twisting into a funnel, the butterflies zoomed through the grass so fast they cut off some of the taller stalks. The screams were more intense now, two girls it sounded like. One was higher pitched, like a signer. The other not so much.

Now, I love to say I was heroic and I leapt from my napping cove, ran to the damsels in distress with my ninja sword and double bladed axe, bravely defeated the monster, and I lived happily ever after.

But unfortunately, I had to settle for "and I existed for the next two days", because I had debate if it was worth getting up for.

So sue me, I wasn't readily eager to go towards the source of the inhuman screeching. This is my life, my story, and I'm going to tell it like it was.

I sat in that meadow until I nearly got decapitated by a butterfly going 130 miles per hour. That got me reaching for my ancient broadsword from its resting place beside me.

My current sword is nothing special. A regular metal blade, a worn grip with a magic spell engraved on the side that no longer worked. It had belonged to my father before he left. I hated him, but the sword was the only weapon I had so I kept it.

So yeah no ninja swords or double bladed axe.

I jumped up. The thing about the Meadows, especially Bobi's meadows is that there is basically nothing dangerous in them. It is literally a giant disgusting field of peace and kindness.

Now you can argue with me and say, "But Bobi's dangerous! It's killed every human that's ever seen it!" First off, Bobi is a myth. Hear me? A M--Y--T--H. It's the story that old talespinners tell children to get them to behave. Bobi is not real; it's just the name of the stupid fields. I've gone through these meadows every day for the past two years, and never once have I seen any sign of a chalk white horse with red eyes and multicolored mane. Secondly, most of those people killed by "Bobi" had no ID or money and were covered in sword cuts. My guess is it was one of the gangs that use to run outside the towns until people stopped leaving the city.

So the only way you can really truly get hurt is if you did something so dumb that you deserve to die.

And when I saw the screaming girls, I knew they had done the stupidest of stupid things that they could done.

The one girl, the girl screaming the loudest, looked like a traveling merchant, minus the merchandise. She wore an extravagant outfit, matching just about every other person from out of town. I'm 97.65% sure that they think the more crazy their outfits are the more likely they are to trick customers into buying their junk.

She looked just plain annoying.

The other girl was the opposite. She wore a normal white dress and blond hair the only downside was she was carrying one of those Stevi. It was singing even over the screaming.

They were screaming at the butterflies. Can you believe it? All the butterflies of the meadow were coming together right in front of them. How lucky.

And by lucky, I mean doomed. The butterflies were merging into a giant monster butterfly with the sound of hundreds of wings and horrible awful dissonant screeching. In theory that doesn't seem all that scary: butterflies are harmless.

It ripped up a tree and broke it in half.

Okay, I've seen a lot of weird things. By now grotesque creatures should've stopped surprising me. Just last week a Dragon nearly barbecued my pants.

But man, even I was freaked out over that thing.

I was lucky. It didn't even notice me. All the butterfly creature's attention was concerned with the two girls and the Stevi. I could've slowly backed away, careful of the tree branches, re-sheathed my sword and twisted my formfitter ring. Then I could've flown back to town and finished my delivery job and forget all about the weird traveler girls. I could have avoided everything with just a simple look away.

Unfortunately, I inhaled a bit too loud and the girl in white broke eye contact with the monster to notice me peeking out from behind one of the cobalt blue tree trunks.

Like really? I couldn't have, I don't know, not gasped then not had to deal with the monster?

The girl looked at me, and i couldn't help but stare right back. She had the strangest eyes. I'm not sure what it was, but they were such a shade of blue I doubt I'll ever find that color again. I knew the moment she saw me, I couldn't just walk away.

If she, or the other girl (but quite frankly I didn't really care about her), got hurt it would be on my conscious. My fault. No matter how stupid they were, it was still going to fall on me.

Cue internal groaning.

"Get back!" I told her, ran in front of both of them. The Stevi on her shoulder pulled a high note that almost broke my eardrums.

"Who are you?" Teal Girl asked.

The monster lunged forward with surprising speed. If I had been a infinite second slower, Teal Girl would not have been able to scream so loud. I sliced my blade across the skin of the monster and it reared back. My sword broke free flinging tiny little insects into the air, they didn't even seem dazed, just inconvenienced. The red and black wings carried them right back into the cut I had made.

A self healing method.

I backed up, "Oh Meep."

"Okay, Ready to wake up now!" Teal Girl cried.

"If this is a dream, then it turned into a nightmare insanely fast!" White Girl added.

The Stevi sang about The Ice Cream Mountains.

"You three are not helping!" I snapped.

I brandished my sword and clenched my jaw. Around us the trees shuddered in the potent gusts of wind from the monsters wings. This creature was huge.

"GO!" I told the girls.

"What?"

Was I speaking another language? Or were they just not comprehending? I threw one of my hands back and shoved blond Snow White towards the tree line, without looking away from the butterflies.

"Nice, little insects..." I muttered, whacking half a dozen with my blade. They didn't seem to appreciate that.

Teal Girl stopped running and turned back around. I am 99.78% sure she had a death wish. "What about you?" she called.

"What? You think I'm staying? Go!" I whipped around and bolted after them.

And the giant butterfly mutant thing followed after us. Big Surprise.

I tucked my sword arm and sprinted. I easily caught up to Teal Girl and White Girl was only a couple steps ahead of us, leading the way. The Stevi died in her hands, bursting into ashes. I don't know who was screaming louder about that: the Stevi or the girl. I didn't really care either way.

"Why am I barefoot?" The Teal girl yelled, "This is stupid!"

I barreled between the rows of trees, flying back into the open field. The girl in the white dress stumbled a bit but chased after me and her friend. My lungs burned. My panting was almost louder than my thoughts which were buzzing at a speed a million times more energetic than two minutes ago.

Every time I thought about slowing down, a butterflies flew right at us, colorful gold wings tucked and zooming at speeds that should have gotten them pulled over by the butterfly police. One caught my arm ripping a gash through my flesh.

Suddenly I found the strength to move a bit faster.

"There!" The White girl shouted with a point up a head. She quickly reeled back her hand as a golden insect shot by her.

She had been pointing at the space up ahead that was cleared a away. It looked like a small village, a campsite for a group of close friends. The buildings were small shacks, and the center was a fountain that at one point must have looked pretty impressive. Now it was empty, with no water flowing and the homes looked abandoned and forgotten. A ghost town in the middle of a meadow. Four roads stretched from the fountain in a cross formation, cutting the surrounding meadows into four equal parts. It was after all the center of the meadows.

The girls bolted towards it like that was a brilliant idea.

If given another choice between going to that pathetic looking settlement or facing that butterfly freak of nature again, I would have happily gotten disemboweled by razor sharp wings.

But another winged weapon flinted by my ear, and I took the seven stepped leap towards the ruins.

I sprinted by a small tent and right up the cracked steps to the fountain. The girls dove into separate little huts that would not have protected them from any sort of attack. I flashed my sword, ready to fight if I needed to but it turns out I didn't.

The butterflies got close to the borders of the camp and they screamed in agony. It was high pitched making my ears pop. Then the shaky tornado of colors exploded and the butterflies zoomed around the encampment ricocheting off an invisible wall. A couple fluttered up, like they were going to dive bomb us but they seemed to hit an invisible ceiling as well and bounced right off.

Then all at once, the vibrant and deadly colors melted. Every butterfly flew off in another direction forgetting all about the girls and me.

I let out a breath that was so shaky I almost forgot how to inhale again. The girls crept out from their hiding places. Teal was walking strangely, leaving a trail of blood from her bare feet. White was glancing around nervously like the butterflies were going to come back. Her hands were covered in a layer of Stevi ash, but I could already hear that annoying thing singing again.

"There...gone?" She asked, confused.

I lost it. Proudly might I add.

"Gone?" I shouted at her, "Of course they are Meeping gone! No one in their right minds would ever come here! You guys are absolutely insane!"

"You followed us." Teal pointed out.

I scrambled off the dry and dirty fountain, ignoring her, "Forget this! I don't care who you think you are or what you're doing but if I get eaten by a blood thirsty horse--"

"Horse?" Teal echoed as if that was more ridiculous than her outfit.

"Whatever, I'm out!" I scurried away from both of them, shaking my head. Then I ran towards the opposite edge of the camp.

"Wait, the butterflies-!"

I didn't have to worry about them. They wouldn't be reacting to anything for a while. The magic around that decrepit shrine would be enough to knock even the Hooded Hellion into next month. I might not believe in that dumb white mythical horse, but I'd rather not take any chances. I bolted away from that place and those girls without looking back. I knew they were both giving my back that look.

The same look Vicky gave me the last time I saw her.

I didn't stop until I hit the tree line eighty feet away. Then I activated my Form-Fitter ring and I launched into the air and flew the rest of the way to the nearest town.