Nightmares
Bendytimed to the night before they found the kids.
There was a barren, war-torn field in the middle of New York City. Better known as what was left of Central Park.
The city belonged to Apocalypse. All those that stood in their way had been disposed of.
All around where the Dark Riders stood were signs of the destruction that had taken place. The bodies of those that stood in their way laid at their feet.
No one stood up to Apocalypse and lived to tell the tale.
Yet...something about this...it didn't seem right to the Dark Rider known as Lyta Braddock-Worthington.
The bodies. They were the bodies of friends. Family. She could recognize at least half of them...
She helped do this. SHE did. And she didn't even think to stop this...
No. She couldn't have done this...
But she did. The blood was on her hands.
No. No, no, no, NO.
In her bed, Lyta tossed and thrashed.
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