Disclaimer: I do not own the linkin park members. Ofcourse not. But it would be really cool if i did...

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>>Mike Shinoda walked into the dark lighting room. A layer of smoke filled the room where the rest of the Linkin Parkers sat, stearing at him.

The afro-one, Brad, took a torch on his expensive cigarr. Mikes friends didn't look like they used to, their eyes were so dark and hollow... Mike took a step backwards. They were so quiet and it maked him feel very uncomfortable.

"Guys, what's wrong, has something happened..?"

Brad smiled and blew out a cloud of grey smoke. Mike suddenly noticed that all of them was dressed in black.

"Mike, oh Mike" Brad said with a evil smile.

It became quiet again.

"Wh- Why are you acting so strange?" Said Mike, starting to sound nervous. "Is this a joke or something?"

He didn't got an answer this time either. Brad whispered something to Chester and suddenly Chester jumped out of the big sofa and went forth against Mike so he stood face to face with him.

"We want you out of the band, Mike. We want to get rid of you"

Mike looked surprised.

"...What are you talking about Chester?" He asked.

They went quiet. Chester sat down again.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Mike yelled. "What the fuck are you doing, stop it now, you freak me out here, I..."

"Would you just shut up, Shinoda. And start to listen"

Brad said softly and took another torch on his cigarr.

"But..." Mike tried.

"I said shut up!"

Mike couldn't believe this, were they joking? Well, they looked serious and if they were joking at least one of them would be laughing at this time. No one were even smiling, not even Joe. Mike gave a laugh.

"Man, you're good at this..." He said.

Brad sighed.

"What the fuck is your problem, we're not joking. Just shut up and I'll tell you whats going on"

Mike started to feel strange, the walls started to lean inwards, the smoke became thicker and it was hard to breath.

"I don't feel good, please Brad would you stop it, I can't breath " Brad ignored him and beginned to speak;

"Mike we have plans for this goddamn band, and you're not a part of it. I'm sorry, but we want you out"

Mike caughed.

"This is not fun anymore, stop it guys"

"It's not suppose to be fun either, just take your stuffs and leave!" Brad yelled and got up from the couch.

"But you can't just... Can you please tell me why you're doing this?" Mike asked and looked into Brads dark evil eyes. His eyes didn't look like they used to, they really looked evil and it maked Mike a bit scared.

"Cause you can't sing, Michael" Brad answered. "Right guys?"

The rest of his friends got up from the couch too.

"No, you can't" Said Phoenix.

"You can't Mike" Said Rob.

"You can't" said Joe.

"You suck" Laughed Chester.

Brad took a last torch on his cigarr and blew out the smoke in Mikes face.

"Cause you really can't sing, fucker" He said and put out the cigarr on Mikes chest before Mike could even react.

Mike screamed and fell backwards to the cold floor. The pain in his chest was sticking and hot. Mike didn't stop to scream and it wasn't because the pain in his chest. It was because his friends started to burn right in front if his eyes. And they were laughing so hard.

"YOU CAN'T SING, FUCKER!" They screamed. "YOU CAN'T SING" "YOU CAN'T SING"

Tears ran down his cheeks while they screamed.

"Stop it, please..." Mike begged.

They started to walk against him, laughing and screaming. The smell of burning flesh was unbearable. They got closer but he couldn't move.

"Go away!" He yelled

"Stay away from me, stay away from me please!"

"STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTERS" Stay away from me, stay away from me...<<

"Miachel, Miachel wake up!" Said a soft voice. "Mike, open your eyes and look at me!"

Mike slowly opened his eyes and got sight on a worried Chester Beninngton next to him. Mike was breathing violent and was sweating all over his body, his bedclothes was crumpled in a heap on the floor and he was warm and cold at the same time. He remebered the bad dream.

"Hey, how're you feeling? You look so pale and scared" Chester said softly.

"Had a bad dream?"

"Mhm..." Mike mumbled. "Why are you calling me Miachel?"

Mike became suddenly aware if that he only was dressed in underwears and blushed a bit.

"Chester can I have my quilt, please?" He asked

"Sure"

Chester gave him his quilt and Mike covered himself with it.

"What are you doing in my room anyway?"Mike asked.

"God Mike, you were screaming and crying for help so I got scared, thought that someone tried to kill you or something"

Mike gave a laugh.

"Kill me?"

"Yeah, I dunno..."

"Chester, if someone was, it would be one of the others cause no one is here but us...Do you really think that one of them would kill me?"

"Fuck you Mike, I was worried"

Chester got up from Mike's bed and started to walk to the opened door.

"Where is the others by the way?" Mike asked.

"It's four in the morning, they're sleeping just like I was before you woke me up with your screaming... Mike you better go back to sleep cause tomorrow we have a lot of work to do, goodnight now"

"Oh, Okay... Thanks" Mike said.

Chester smiled. "Thanks for what?"

"Thanks for making me feel better"

"Don't be silly Mike, now go back to sleep"

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Load voices from downstairs waked Mike up that morning. The clock on his phone showed 11:14 pm. He remembered the nightmare he had and shuddered. Nightmares was something he didn't use to have and the scary part of it was that when he had one, something bad was going to happen. He didn't knew why, but it just happened every time and it maked him feel insecure.

Mike obviosly didn't felt allright that morning and his head felt just so heavy. He jumped up from his bed.

With fast steps he walked into the bathroom and closed the door. He fell down to the floor and throw up everything he ate yesterday on the blue bathroom carpet. Afterwards he felt a little better, but he still had that headache.

"Sorry Rob for the carpet" Mike whispered and leaned his head against the bathtub.

"Fuck this" He thought. "Fuck that dream..."

He took a deep breath and got up from the floor. The sight on the carpet almost made him throw up again but he succeeded to clean up after himself and after that, he took a cold shower.

After the shower he took a look in the mirror. His eyes was bloodshot and he looked tired. He couldn't get that bad dream from his mind. The screaming and the burning bodies haunted him. He shook his head to the mirror

"It was just a dream, it meant nothing" he whispered to himself.

It knocked on the door.

"Mike, are you in there?" Said a voice which sounded like Brads.

"Yeah I am"

"Can you hurry up? We're kinda leaving now"

"Okay"

Mike couldn't envision another Brad than that one in the dream and it made him feel ill.

"Brad's not like that, it was just a dream" He whispered.

"Who are you talking to?" Said Brad.

"No one...Just myself"

Brad gave a laugh and started to walk away from the bathroom. "You're cute, Shinoda"