Amara leaned in, pushing her lips against her girlfriend''s before eagerly grabbing her ass. The two made out for several minutes, slowly grinding against each other, before breaking apart. They whispered for a moment, planning to go somewhere more private to have some real fun, then got in the car. As the sounds of the party faded into nothing, she pulled onto the main street and floored it. Her car was top of the line, the best money could buy, and she loved showing off what it could do.

    Wait, I don''t drive a Bentley.

    Amara shook her head. Something wasn''t right here. She looked to her right, watching a gorgeous girl with black hair reapply her lipstick.

    That''s... my girlfriend? No, I don''t have one. C''mon Amara, what''s happening?

    Her hand reached out, grabbing the girl''s leg before daring to push higher. Bright red panties were visible beneath her short skirt, but Amara was looking at something else entirely.

    These hands, they''re... not mine. They''re too big, too manly. Sear?h the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    As the girl in the passenger seat slapped Amara''s hand, she finally understood what was happening. She watched a hand move away from the girl, instead grabbing a can of beer. Her own hand lingered, now completely separated from the person she''d previously thought she was.

    Derek! I''m in his dream!

    Recalling the last time she''d been shaken loose from Derek''s perspective, she tried to float through the car and into the sky. To her surprise, and absolute delight, her body responded exactly as she wanted it to. Within seconds, she was floating above the car as it raced through the countryside, inching dangerously close to the side of the road. Up ahead, she saw a sizeable river, and immediately remembered what was coming.

    Okay, the goal is to gain control. What can I do? I need something small to test my abilities.

    Amara floated back into the car, unsure what to do. So far, it seemed like Derek wasn''t aware of her presence, and she certainly wanted it to stay that way, so she tried to turn herself invisible. As she waited in the back seat for the upcoming tragedy, she watched Derek turn to look at her, throwing his beer can onto the floor.

    From her perspective, it appeared as if he''d looked right at her, but he didn''t seem to react at all.

    Okay, good start. What if I try to make something?

    The car started to shake, and Derek''s attention snapped back to the windshield. The car had left the road, but his attempts to hit the brakes were derailed by the car hitting a small ditch. The car smashed through the roadside barrier, and within seconds they''d crashed into the river.

    She remembered what came next. Derek was going to recover from being stunned, open the door, and swim back to shore. Floating to the outside of the car once more, she focused on the area just outside the driver''s-side door. She pictured a small block of concrete, something she''d seen irresponsibly abandoned in rivers before, and tried to will it into existence. Before her eyes, just as she wanted, a tiny slab of concrete appeared in the riverbed, complete with metal reinforcement bars sticking out.

    At that moment, Derek returned to his senses inside the car. He tried to push the door open, and Amara watched as the block of concrete prevented him from doing so. His breathing quickened, and he continued trying to force the door open. With her experiment a success, she mentally pushed the slab of concrete further into the riverbed, giving Derek a chance to escape.

    She watched as he frantically swam to shore, crawling to safety while Stephany sank beneath the water. It made Amara''s blood boil, but it also gave her an idea. Derek turned back to the car, screaming out his girlfriend''s name, but unable to dive back in and save her.

    Reaching into his pocket, Derek pulled out his phone and began to call his father. Last time, the call had gone through successfully, but Amara had other plans this time. When someone picked up, it wasn''t Sebastian, but Stephany. Amara knew what she sounded like, and mimicked her voice while projecting it through the speaker.

    "Derek? Please, help me! It''s so cold, I can''t see..." she said.

    "Steph? How are you-- can you get out?! Open the door!" Derek shouted, his panic more than obvious.

    "I''m scared! I can''t breathe!"

    "C''mon Steph, you can do this!" he continued shouting. At this time, Amara went silent, watching as he continued shouting her name into the phone. After another minute, when it was obvious that Derek was sufficiently terrified, static began to emanate from the phone speaker. It grew louder, and Stephany''s voice echoed through it, though it was heavily distorted.

    "You killed me, Derek."

    "No! Please! I-I didn''t... I never wanted this!" Derek cried.

    Amara cut off the phone line, killing the call as he fell to his knees. She floated under the surface of the river, and changed her form until she looked like Stephany. She recreated her outfit as best she could, but her makeup was running and her hair was soaking wet. Her eyes were empty voids, and her fingers had twisted into black, gnarled talons. When the transformation was complete, she leapt from the water and crawled towards Derek, who immediately screamed and tried to run away.

    His efforts were in vain. Amara warped the sand he stood on, and each step he tried to take failed to find traction. Her clawed hands grabbed his ankles, and she began to pull him towards the water as she spoke once more, her voice still incredibly distorted despite not being filtered through a phone speaker.

    "YOU KILLED ME, DEREK!"

    Derek continued to struggle, to try and free himself from her grasp, but it was no use. Within seconds, Amara had pulled him under the river, and his strength began to wane as he tried to hold his breath. She began to wonder how far she should push this, if she possibly had any power to hurt people through their dreams, but just as Derek opened his mouth to finally breathe in, he vanished.

    Amara now floated under the water, her gnarled hands holding nothing, and she quickly reverted back to her true form. She rose above the surface, and watched as the sky turned back into the strange, white-washed colorscape she''d seen previously. The dream around her began to vanish, piece by piece, all of it turning into sand before falling into nothingness. The river gave way to the same void she saw above her, and within seconds, the entire scene was gone.

    She hovered, alone in this strange void, watching as streaks of color occasionally flew by in the distance. It was oddly peaceful here, and she couldn''t escape the feeling that she belonged here. Deciding to run one final test, she closed her eyes, pictured the sound of her rain app, and asked herself to wake up.

    ---

    Amara opened her eyes, awake in the darkness of her bedroom. The transition had been shockingly smooth, almost natural. Beside her, Nick was still asleep, his chest rising and falling peacefully. Looking him over, she still couldn''t see hints of any dreams he might be having, but it didn''t frustrate her anymore. Even if she hadn''t mastered her control quite yet, she was still able to go on the offensive against Derek. Between him, the volunteer effort, and her plan to infiltrate the cult, she was in fairly high spirits.

    You''re finally doing some good, Amara.