" no more", Tyson cried letting tears fall freely from his face. Please no more!"

" I'm sorry child." Hilda said letting her eyes soften. " it's almost over."

The world around them went black one again as they traveled to another place.

Continued……..

When Tyson opened his eyes again he couldn't believe what he saw. An older and haggard looking Tyson was standing in front of a gravestone, tracing the lettering with his fingers. On closer inspection of the smooth rock, he realized that it was his grandfather who lay below the murky soil, dead to the world, dead to the fact that he, Tyson was going through ore pain then imaginable.

"wh.. what happened ?"

"he died trying to save you from 3 rouges who had tried to beat you up because you hadn't payed them money that they had lent to you."

The boy could not believe it. How could this all happen… just because one person was missed out of his life!

" you wanna talk to him?"

Tyson looked at taila with a confused expression.

" its much better if you talk to him, instead of us telling you anything more. Well? What do you say?"

Steeling himself with a breathe, Tyson nodded. He might not like what he heard, but he had to know.

Suddenly there was a flash of light, and he was all alone with the man he could have grown up to be. The wind was cold. And the very clouds seemed to share his apprehension, rolling slowly along in their dull gray cloaks

Tyson slowly approached the elder man and came and stood beside him, not sure what to say. Surprisingly enough, it was the crude rough looking man that spoke first.

" he was my grandfather"

"huh?"

the older Tyson sighed. " he was my grandfather. And I through him away."

"Why didn't you fight?"

the man didn't seem to be curious on how a kid new about what had happened. If anything he seemed eager to spill.

" I dunno. I guess…" he sighed running a hand through his unruly hair. " I'm not sure who I am anymore. You remind me a lot about my younger-self kid. Wish I could just turn the clock back and go back to where this all started. You know what I do for a livin now? Huh? I live of the street. Some people might throw a few coins my way on occasions, but that's it. You be careful kid, don't let the same thing happen to you. You'll regret it later, don't let it happen."

Suddenly the world was dissolving and the dark muffled his sight. He was falling he didn't know were. Not that he cared……

Be careful Tyson. Hilary is as important as any other of your friend. Even if one of your friends did not exist it would not matter that much. But remember, your life could have been different without her. Remember….. remember….. remember….

" I'm sorry!" Suddenly Tyson jolted awake. Looking around, he found he was in his own bed, sweating profusely. Sighing, he sunk back into the covers

Relax Tyson, it's just a nightmare… but what if wasn't a nightmare? The words were so vivid in his memory. The pictures seemed to dance in front of his eyes when he closed them. Suddenly he thought he heard a rustle and a small laugh. Great now he was hallucinating.

Darting a look at his clock he got out of bed and started to dress. 4:00 am in the morning or not he had to get it of his mind.

Boy, was Hilary going to be in for a surprise.

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FINISHED!!

Well? How was it? If you review I might put an extra chappie for humor, since this fic was so dreary and sadand grey… AND EXTREMELY SHORT! Don't make me beg!