This is what happened in a creepy dream I had last night

Warning there's going to be gore in this story, read at your own risk

Scarlet's eyes slowly fluttered open as she laid on what felt like a cold floor. She quickly jolted upright looking around at the never-ending darkness she had woke up in. She stood up trying to use her powers, with no success.

"Scarlet!" she turned as she heard her name not seeing anything but the darkness.

"Mom, is that you, where are you?" she shouted back, she didn't know how it could be her mother. She ran desperately towards where she had heard the voice. She slipped the sunglasses that Danny had given her on, if it was her mother's ghost calling her aleast Scar would be able to see her.

"Scar, is that you honey?" asked another familiar voice. This time it was her father's voice that she was running towards. Scarlet stopped, she knew her mother was dead and that her father was missing but somehow their voices were calling out to her. The final voice spoke and Scarlet couldn't stand to wait and figure out why the voices were calling her.

"Sis, where are you, help me" Scarlet broke into a run hearing her brother's desperate voice.

"Keith, Mom, Dad! Where are you" she shouted one last time desperate to find her family. She heard their screams and tears fell from her eyes as her family finally came into view. Scarlet sank to her knees feeling the sticky warm liquid soaking through her jeans. The bodies of her three family members laid in the darkness all stabbed through the heart. She wondered whetther this was just one of Masquerade's illusions, but it felt all to real to be an illusion.

"I swear Masquerade, I'll kill you if this is one of your illusions" she shouted as tears fell down her cheeks.

"Oh this is no illusion my dear fire-caster" Scarlet spun around in procurar of the voice, screaming in pain as something sharp pierced through her back. She fell to the ground as the sharp object was removed. She knew she had been stabbed and as her world that was stained red, faded to black she let one last tear fall. The tear marked the end of her life and the time of her death.