"Do you really think that you're free?"
Jack squinted in the pitch black nothingness around him to see if he could spot who was speaking.
Whoever they were, Jack knew that they were unfamiliar to him since they had a thick Scottish accent, and was a woman.
"So you're Sean McLoughlin."
Jack jumped in surprise when a woman with bright red lipstick and long, curly, fiery red hair wearing a black dress appeared in front of him from out of nowhere.
"How are you in my dreams? Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Jack barraged the woman with questions.
"Just tell your brother that he should expect a visit from me very soon." The woman smirked coyly before disappearing without a trace.
Jack woke up with a startled gasp as he abruptly sat up, relieved to see that he was still in his room.
The on his phone was three in the morning.
"I'll tell Malcolm about my dream when he wakes up." Jack decided aloud in a mumble as he rolled over and quickly fell back asleep.
He was woken up what felt like two minutes later by Malcolm, his expression serious with a tinge of fear.
"It's time." He stated grimly.
"Time for what?" Jack grumbled wearily.
"Rowena's here, we have to stop her now." Malcolm explained hastily.
"How?" Jack replied, instantly alert.
"Get up, we have to go." Malcolm stars, ignoring his question as he darted out of the room to get Mark. Jack shook his head in confusion before hopping out of bed and following Malcolm.
"Damnit!" Malcolm cursed in irritation. Mark wasn't in the living room.
"Looking for someone?" Jack heard the same voice from his dream speak up outside, causing shivers to run down his spine.
Malcolm and Jack bolted outside without hesitation to find the woman in Jack's dream with Mark, Tyler, Ethan, Bob, Wade, Signe, Amy, Molly, and Mandy standing motionless behind her, their expressions neutral.
"What did you do?!" Jack demanded furiously.
"Oh nothing much, just cast a guard dog spell on all of them after summoning them here." Rowena shrugged nonchalantly.
"Guard dog spell?" Jack repeated with a small frown of confusion.
"Causes a person to be controlled by the spell caster, the spell slowly kills them unless the caster removes it." Malcolm informed Jack solemnly.
"You shoulda told your brother about your little dream." Rowena smirked.
"What dream?" Malcolm demanded as he turned to face Jack.
"She cane to my dreams-"
"When?" Malcolm interrupted tersely.
"Three in the morning." Jack whispered.
"That was nearly two and a half hours ago!" Malcolm snapped. "Look, as much as I love sibling rivalries, o have a job to do." Rowena spoke up, snapping her fingers.
Jack's friends instantly sprang into action, charging towards Jack.
"Guys stop!" Jack pleaded desperately as he backed away a couple of steps before stumbling over a stray tree branch and falling to the ground hard.
Before he could stand back up, his friends were gathered around him, mercilessly lashing out at him with their hands and feet.
"Remove the spell Rowena!" Malcolm barked as he stormed towards his younger brother.
"Your mother is a traitor!" Rowena snarled fiercely.
"So are you!" Malcolm countered. "Guys please! Help me!" Jack sobbed from where he was curled up in the fetal position in the ground, taking hit after hit since he didn't want to hurt his friends and had nowhere to run.
"I'm so so sorry." Mark apologized tearfully, somewhat snapping out of the spell, but still unable to control his actions.
The last thing Jack heard before he passed out from the pain his all of his friends apologizing and the snapping if his bones before blackness envelopes him in its blissful embrace.
"How about a deal. I'll remove the spell if I get to kill you." Rowena negotiated.
"Fine." Malcolm answered without hesitation.
Rowena muttered incoherently under her breath, closing her eyes in concentration before opening them a moment later.
All of Jack's friends were gone, the spell removed in the process.
As Malcolm opened his mouth to speak, Rowena stabbed him in the chest with a dagger she had hidden under the skirt of her dress before disappearing.
Just as Malcolm's body hit the ground, Jack blearily woke up with a pained groan as he slowly sat up, his body bloody, broken, and bruised everywhere.
He immediately forgot al of his injuries when he spotted Malcolm, running over to him before collapsing at his side with tears glittering in his eyes.
"Please stay alive, I need you." Jack pleaded in a whisper.
"T-the res-resurrection spell." Malcolm choked out weakly.
"How?" Jack demanded.
Malcolm's eyes were already fluttering shut before he could give Jack an explanation.
"TELL ME HOW DAMNIT!" Jack cried, punching the ground with fists.
"You don't have to shout." Malcolm muttered, wincing at the sound of Jack's voice.
"What-how-why-" Jack stuttered in confusion.
"I have the resurrection symbol." Malcolm stated casually, pulling down the collar of his shirt to reveal a scarred symbol that Jack couldn't identify as he removed the knife from his stomach, the wound completely healed.
"See ya around bro." Malcolm waved before the world turned dark for Jack.
When he woke up, he was at home in bed next to Signe as if nothing had happened.
"Fucked up dream." Jack muttered as he rolled over, unable to relax since he constantly felt like like he was missing something.
That something was the last several days Malcolm wiped from his memory.
