I�ll bet you�re wondering why there are whole sentences in italics, huh? Well, that means that it is just someone�s thoughts. Hope that cleared things up. Ok, I�m done now! Pleez enjoy the story!

Chapter 2 Fight from the Inside

Freddie stood up from his kneeling position and sat on the bed beside Roger. John and Brian exchanged confused glances. Why would Freddie try to kill Roger? Maybe it was a dream... Roger was now shaking like a leaf, trying to accept the fact that Freddie was not carrying a sword and that he was not standing in blackness, but he was still shaken by his presence. Freddie would not kill you, Roger... Roger told himself... He is a friend. It was all just a bad dream...it was a dream...

"Would you mind telling me why you think I would try to kill you, Roger?" Freddie asked as calmly as possible while still trying to get answers from the shaken drummer. I won�t get an answer from him...it�s just like the time he had that dream about John pointing a gun to my head... He put a hand gently on Roger�s shoulder, but he smacked it away and tried to ignore Freddie.

"Just leave me alone, will you?" Roger hissed into his pillow. Freddie was not about to give up. He found his chance when Roger unexpectedly lifted his head up to look at the clock on the bedside table. Maybe I can get some answers out of him now. Hee hee!

"Yikes! Look at the time," Roger groaned as he let his head fall back onto the pillow. Just then, Freddie leaned over and kissed Roger on the cheek. Ha ha...Roger can�t resist a nice kiss.

"Roger dear, could you please tell me? Why do you think I would try to kill you?" Freddie whispered softly before kissing Roger again.

"Well...it was.....a dream. I was standing in blackness, and I started running. I heard someone say my name. I turned around and I saw you, Freddie. You were holding a sword. I tried to say something to you, but everything started moving in slow motion, and then I felt the sword through me...and then I woke up! I�m afraid it might mean something....It was almost like a prophecy...I...I�m sorry. I hope I haven�t upset you. Y�know, I did this to you one time before. Remember the time I was avoiding both you and John because I thought I had another dream like this...about John holding a gun to your head?" Roger willingly explained, looking into Freddie�s eyes. Oh, no... I think I�ve upset him...Oh well...he is my friend. I�m sure he understands.

"Yeah, I remember that...but I�m not upset about it. You can always talk to Brian, John, or me if you have any more of these kind of problems. We are always here for you, Roger," Freddie said. He kissed Roger once again. Roger smiled and kissed Freddie in turn. Freddie...

Roger woke up around 9:00 the next morning. He looked around for Brian and John. It�s unlike those guys to be down at breakfast this early. Bri�s usually sleeping off hangovers and John never goes down to breakfast until now...I wonder where Freddie is? Suddenly a ringing on his cell phone broke his train of thought. Oh shit! Nothing like a phone call in the morning to piss you off... Roger reluctantly picked up the receiver.

"G�morning...Roger here..." Roger moaned. Probably just the people at the desk complaining about my screaming and ranting last night.

"Do you know where Freddie is, Roger? He can�t have left the hotel! His car is still in the parking lot! We checked the gyms and the recreation rooms, and he in any of those rooms." It�s Brian...this is strange...he usually isn�t this panicky. I wonder what pulled his strings? Roger looked outside the window of the hotel room to see if anyone was in the pool, but Freddie was not there; there were only three blonde-haired girls chatting about �girly-stuff�. Hmm...Forget Freddie, I just wanna go down there and hang out with those girls! Roger left the room and locked the door to look around for Freddie.

"I checked the pool already if you were thinking about going down there," John lied, snickering to himself knowingly. I know what Roger�s thinking. He probably only left the room to check out those hot chicks at the pool... Suddenly, John heard a click and then nothing but a dial tone. He slowly, gradually lowered the receiver from his chin. Shit...I think something is going on here... Brian looked at him.

"What�s the matter, John? Did Roger just hang up?" Brian asked. It�s like him, the damned prat...

"Y�know, the dream Roger was talking about last night?" John inquired. Brian�s eyes suddenly shot open with surprise. SHIT!

"Oh no! I think you�re thinking what I�m thinking, John."

They both looked at each other and screamed, "SHIT!"