Chapter 2: premonitions of the past

Disclaimer: I don't own any dmc characters but I do my own oc's

My head feels like its floating and I feel something on my cheeks, something sticky. I wanted to know what it was but my eyes won't budge. I tried to feel every inch of my body, my feet fells numb, my arms throbbed painfully harmonizing with my heart. There's just too much pain to think of something. Suddenly I heard a loud "thunk." I harness every bit of power left in me to open my eyes, slowly and painfully my eyes opened half way. There was a man pinned by ten or more swords right through his guts on the tree, his body hanging there suspended by the swords, the man coughed blood probably due to being stabbed by a few swords. Horror struck me looking at the man again caused a great pain in my heart, tears rolling over my cheeks, my blood stained cheeks that which gave me the sticky feeling over my face.

The man judging on how he slowly tilted his head to my direction, he's still breathing. He gazed at me with the painful look in his eyes. I think someone just threw a knife at me, I just couldn't accept this is happening. I thought. Despite being in a painful situation the man still managed to smile at me. I can't stop my tears from flowing 'I'm going to lose him, I can't….! No I don't want to lose you too!' my heart can't bear it anymore slowly lowered my gaze at him, feeling guilty to whatever is happening right in front of me.

"son….." it took me by surprise. He's speaking in my mind, still holding his ground.

I looked at him again. His eyes tired and worn out, His lips moved mouthing a familiar one word that everyone would say in times of distress.

"run…" he whispered in his breath. I want to obey him. I want to run, that's what my instincts telling me but my body just won't budge. I heard sudden footsteps it turned my body into full alert. Slowly approaching my direction, hearing each foot land on the ground, I want to turn my head, I want to know whose behind me I have to harness every bit of power and will in my body to turn. It was hard and painful but I managed to turn my head looking behind, tilting my head to the direction of the mysterious man. No not a man….. he looks inhuman….. he was wearing a black hood concealing it's face , he had no feet…! Suddenly a loud screeching noise came from the thing behind me, it pulled something from his back. A long and deadly death scythe, slowly he lifted his scythe towards my direction. It took a matter of minutes to register everything that's happening. He lifts his scythe and pinpointed the direction where my exposed neck should be slashed carefully.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

My eyes shot open, my breath labored, my face soaked in sweat. Horror still evident on my face and my body still shaking from the horrors of my nightmare, I scanned my surroundings. The room painted in pure white beside the door, a large oak table stacked with paperwork, it looked like it hasn't been touched for years now. Up above the table there's a cabinet, a very sickening smell coming out from it. Must be medicines and antiseptics, feels like it's pinching the insides of my nose, but despite the smell I was relieved that it was all but a dream. Calm down, it's all just a dream. I chanted over and over in my mind like a mantra. After a few minutes I managed to sigh in relief. Suddenly I heard the door slide open.

" I see you're awake miss." a nurse in her middle age with chocolate brown hair, her face smiling along with her eyes. Worry was evident in her.

My head still throbbing in pain from my nightmare, I placed the back of my hand over my head hoping the pain would go away.

"I was really worried about you." Relief was lighting up her face.

I looked her. Suddenly I remembered Sir. Akers' class.

"What happened?" I asked groggily.

"You look like you need some painkillers miss. I'm sure you're head's throbbing painfully after….that ordeal…" she broke off at her last word. Ordeal? What did she mean about that? I was having an ordeal?

"What do you mean about that?" the nurse hesitating to answer but she doesn't have a choice she needs to answer my question. How did she become a nurse if she's going to avoid every patient's question?

"You were… struggling …in your sleep miss."

This took me in surprise.

"I was?"She nodded hesitantly.

"After your classmates brought you here, you were sleeping soundly. Until Sir. Akers came in here you just suddenly moving then a few moments struggling. I had him to help you calm down but we notice that you were still asleep so we had no choice to but to wait for you to calm down on your own. "

What was my nightmare that bad? It even made me really move in my sleep! Wait sir. Akers came here but for what reason? I can't even imagine the guy really worrying about me since I really hate each other. this all took me in a great shock since these things really never happened in my life. First the struggling then the out of character teacher…. Is the world nearing to its end?

"Struggling? How bad was it?" I have to ask the obvious. Man I'm stupid. I mentally hit my head hard.

"You were acting as if you were going to die. You were screaming 'I don't want to die' and 'no don't take him away from me!' it took an hour or two for you to calm down."

My face turned to her. What? That bad? I was acting like I was going to die! Shit. What's happening t me? I'm not acting like me. I have to blame those nightmares. These dreams just made a mess on me.

Then the nurse face turned into a very curious one, she leaned down to my level and stared at me seriously. But worry was still visible on her face.

"tell me, what were you dreaming?" she was looking at me straight in my eyes.

I was taken aback by her question. She's asking something I might as well not to remember. I looked down my hands clutching the blankets tightly. I can't make a word come out of my mouth. She's studying my face trying to decipher what was written on my face. Then l looked at her. I don't want to remember that dream please….. I thought in my mind though I really hoped she got the message. Remembering the gore scenes, the dead bodies, and the man whom I thought he really killed me. I touched my neck… there was no blood, and of course my head is still intact. All was there is the cold sweat running down through my neck to my collar bone. My body shivered involuntarily. I tried to calm myself down but it ended up with no success. I closed my eyes trying to calm myself again, trying to erase the memories of my dream. My attempts were interrupted by a heavy sigh. I took a glance on the nurse, her face with a sign of defeat.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked….. I 'm sure it's something that should not be reminded..."

I looked at her with relief but not enough to forget my dream. The nurse soothed me with her maternal nature. Rubbing the small of my back, whispering comforting words in my ear, after that she prepared herself to leave the infirmary as I heard soft knocking at the door. It called my attention.

The nurse opened the door. I heard them talking with each other but I can't simply concentrate on their conversation. They sounded like they're gossiping something like old women. Then the door opened wider.

"Hey there, feeling better?" a tall blonde girl approaching me she was really tall for an average height of a girl, she's already fit to be a model. Matching her blonde hair is her emerald eyes quite beautiful in my opinion. Though what defines her is her British accent.

"Hey Char, well…. I'm better than ever." With a smile, I heard the nurse snorted with disapprovement. Unluckily char noticed it.

"You're still a bad liar Riku." Crossing her arms on her chest, looking at me like I'm a kid that needs a scolding.

"Miss I called your guardian to pick you up here in school." The nurse informed me.

What guardian? There's no one at home! How- the hell would someone pick me up here? Remembering both of my guardians has work to worry about.

" how did you—"

"I called your brother. He said he's going to send his friend to pick you up since he's pretty busy"

Brother…. That's right I haven't seen him this morning… due to work. Then the nurse handing my school bag to Char.

"Please just hold onto this for a while until her brother's friend arrives for the meantime chat with her to keep her company" then she left us in the room with a smile. Leaving me speechless, I wanted to ask but it was too late. She already left. I sighed in defeat.

"So…. Want to fill me up with what on earth happened that got you here?"

Ah…. Char Kreisler my first and best friend since I was in middle school. She never leaves me out of her sight. Since I'm a trouble magnet, she's a very caring friend with large curiosity among everything that is paranormal. She always brings me to any haunted vicinities where we play the exorcist and convince spirits to move on to a place where they should really belong. In other words she's a kind paranormal scientist, though I kind of suspect her as a narcissist. Her habit of looking in the mirror says it. I never questioned her about it though. Suddenly my thoughts were replaced by the memories of my dream which I really much prefer not to remember.

"I fainted in English class." I answered her, but she doesn't look satisfied. She studied my face and in my impulse of people suspecting me of lying I turned away from her.

"And…?" Still questioning me I look away. But I f I don't answer she won't stop bugging me. Would I tell her? My conscience already knew the answer but it would mean that I have to replay those horrible scenes. I thought for a moment. I looked at her and gulped hard.

"I had a dream…"

"A dream?" she doesn't looked convinced.

"You fainted in class and had a DREAM?" I know its ridiculous way of events. As Char was ready to rant about how impossible that is, I interrupted her with my index finger held in front of her.

"Wait, let me finish."

I breathe hard and mustered the courage to tell her everything.

"I had a dream but not the usual dream. I was dreaming about something like I was someone else." She was giving me a chance might as well use it, I hope she believes it though. But it was the opposite. It looked like I got her attention.

"I was somewhere in a forest or something. I was bleeding to death my body can't move and around me there were so many corpses surrounding me as if I 'm the only one who made it out alive. I was scared to death Char. "

The girl was wide eyed. As if she doesn't know what reaction she could make from it. So I continued to release the tension in me by continuing without hesitation.

" Then there was a man, he was stabbed with five or ten swords, pinned on a tree. I was horrified in what I just saw. Aand behind me… was someone …no ..Something, it was wearing black hood and what's worse is that its holding a deadly scythe it looked its set ready to kill me …..then it happened."

I gulped hard feeling my neck again checking as If I 'm bleeding on my neck

"what happened?" she asked eagerly

I closed my eyes and forced my words out of my mouth

"Iii…it beheaded ….me…"

Char looked like she was taken aback with my story of dream, horrible dream. Then she switched to a caring sister mode. She placed her palm on top of mine and looked at me with such worrying eyes.

"I must have been a pretty bad dream. Don't worry I won't let you remember that again." She soothed me along with patting on my head. I don't want to admit it loudly but I really liked it when I'm being patted on my head for soothing me or doing a pretty good job. I couldn't help myself but smile a bit. Char leaned back and made her popular thinking position.

"But this is interesting. By the way you said that you dreamt you're someone else…"

My nightmare did have her attention. I looked at her wanting to know what she's thinking. Then a smile graced on her face and looked at me with a twinkle on her eyes.

"I have heard and read so many information about people having dreams like that they say its post cognitive dreams."

"Post cognitive?" I feel like she's on her investigating mode again. Approaching things and situations scientifically, the part of her which no matter how hard I try I really don't understand, and I know anyone with common sense can understand her. Don't call me stupid cause not everyone is born with a common sense (everyone's born with a common sense you're just not using it- author)

Char then with her sparkling interest turned to me.

"It is something like you dream of someone's past but most commonly dreamed of people who have these dreams are the memories of someone who's already dead."

That brought shivers in my spine. Dreaming of someone who's already dead? It's like being haunted by ghost like in the movies!

"I think you just dreamed of someone's death"

I clutched the blanket tightly. Then would that mean the dream I had is actually a memory of that person about how they died? My eyes were wide with such a surprise I mean-

"I think you have psychic powers" she said to me eye to eye

"WHAT?"

I have a wha- no that's definitely impossible how could I have one. These things only started to happen since I'm going to turn 14 this year.

"I thought psychic powers are for people who are born with them." Since not all people have them. You need to be born with it.

"Silly. All of us are born with psychic powers it's just that we just don't know how to wake that sleeping powers in us. So in your case I think yours were just sleeping and I think something triggered the awakening of your powers."

I was dumbfounded. Well this is Char the paranormal investigator so she wants to be called, making assumptions of everything that is out of the ordinary. I can't tell her that I don't actually believe her but that would only make her press her conclusions on me. And that would be a pain in the ass.

"But why….."Char muttered something under her breath.

"Why would you have such a dream? Usually these dreams only occur in the vicinity where the ghost always remains. Why would it occur here?" she rubbed her chin carefully, Lost in her thoughts. Oh this is killing me why not!

"I don't think I have them, and I don't think there is anything paranormal going on Char." Being honest wouldn't hurt right? But for some reason I felt guilty in me.

"Well you wouldn't if you don't investigate! And I know you have them that is what my data gathered said so!" she boomed out. I think I just hit the switch. Cold sweat rolled down my face. Suddenly the aura of passion surged through her.

"That's it!" something just popped out of her head. "I'll observe and measure your psychic powers and I'll prove to you that you have them." What? I don't want to be stalked every second of my boring life. That will drive me crazy.

"Wait, can you reconsider that thought-"

"Riku I don't consider second thoughts. I decided and that's final!"

Oh no. she's so damn serious. I sighed in defeat. Looks like I 'm going to live in hell….. Hope I can survive… suddenly I heard someone knocking at the door. I took a quick glance at the door.

"Yo! I came to pick you up red head."