Nightmare slept, but for the first time, in many years, it wasn't a nightmare. Instead he had a vision of his past. A long forgotten memory.
The young Nightmare fixed himself a glass of milk, he was 12. He sat down on the couch, and put the glass of milk on the coffee table, and turned on the tv. His posture was perfect, completely straight. He didn't laugh at the cartoons flashing across the screen. He was trying to keep as quiet as possible, his mother was still dealing with her husband's death. And Nightmare just couldn't pull himself up to laugh at anything anymore. He took one sip of the glass of milk before his mother came in, she barked at him to go outside, and viciously pointed her hand at the door.
"Look at what you did!" Her voice was angry, and sad.
He didn't question her, he didn't look out the window. He just walked slowly outside. He lived in a tight neighborhood, and he had to cross a bridge just to get fully outside.
People were running everywhere, Nightmare recognized a few of them, they were from Nightmare's dad's anti-mutant sermons. They were lighting things on fire, and bringing people out of their homes and beating them. Nightmare walked on, no one knew he was a mutant yet. Nightmare wasn't even sure he was one. He was on the edge of them all, he heard a loud noise and quickly turned his head. One sentinal and about fifty SWAT team members were marching up on the mob, the SWAT team was in front, beating their plastic sheilds with their nightsticks. Nightmare wasn't even sure what was going on, but people started throwing things at the SWAT team. The team just kept marching onwards, it didn't take long before they were pushing Nightmare into the mob. Nightmare tried pushing himself out of it, but now it was a brawl. The SWAT team were beating the people, and people were fighting the SWAT team with baseball bats and guns. Nightmare was in the middle of it, just watching the fighting go on.
Look at what you did!
He stumbled, and fell back on a statue, he looked up at it. It was an Angel. He heard a voice whisper to him to scream, to use his gift. He saw someone, a girl, he loved, get hit by a SWAT team member. Anger swelled up inside, and he screamed.
It was as if a wave had come over the people, there were little fires everywhere, and glass spread out across the ground. All the people fell down like a wave, like they were all pushed down like dominoes. Light things like glass, and paper, and pebbles flew into the air. Nightmare ran out of breath, and everything fell.
Nightmare awoke from his dream, he hadn't remembered this memory for a long time.