Cyril Joe (Remake)
Part 1, Swords Enlightened
Chapter I
The Image of the man
Cyril Joe was your everyday normal boy, he was fourteen years old, and lived in a place called Ohio in America. He was a quiet boy, not the rough type, not exactly the quiet type either, just normal. His dad was away working in another country, and Cyril didn't see him often, all he had was his mum, his sister. and his cat, Iris. Yes! His cat! Believe it or not, Iris probably plays the second biggest part in the story. it sounds weird. But you'll find about that soon enough.
It was the start of a whole new weekend, and Cyril was asleep. He always stayed asleep for ages on a Saturday morning, and then later he would usually just go out to call for his friend. It was about quarter past eleven when he got up, and he was wide-awake, he had gone to bed early the night before, and felt refreshed. He rubbed his eyes, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and looked up at the clock. He gasped.
"Wow," he muttered to himself, "its late!"
Cyril walked over to the mirror; and looked into it, Cyril had long, dark, brown hair, brown eyes, and a pretty serious expression. He flattened his hair down, (which was very messy at the moment!) and pulled open his bedroom door, before walking down the stairs. Everything was silent in the house. His mother was probably out shopping, and from what Cyril could guess, his sister was still asleep.
After walking down the stairs, Cyril walked straight into the kitchen. His cat was there, whom I have already told you about. Iris. She is pretty easy to explain, a very furry, black Persian. She was sitting by the kitchen fire, asleep. After Cyril had had breakfast, washed, dressed, he thought of what he was going to do that day.
Same thing as always, he thought, go over to Jason's! He usually rode his bike over to there, and that's what he was going to do today as well.
Just as Cyril went to open the back door to the yard, he heard a loud SMASH behind him.
"Hey! What the--?"
Iris opened one eye and looked, then went back to sleep. Cyril looked down at the floor. one of the cups had fallen from the shelves.
"How the hell'd that happen?" Cyril said, surprised. He bent down, and scooped all the pieces.
"Huh." he muttered.
He didn't think he had to worry about it, so he just threw all of the remains of the cup into the bin, and pulled open the back door. After getting his bike from beside his dad's shed, he wheeled it to the back gate, and pulled it open. Cyril jumped up onto the bike, closing the gate after him, and started to cycle down the road.
All his thoughts drained away as he took the turning into friend's street.
Jason, (Cyril's friend) was not like Cyril at all, he was more of the wild, competition type, always wanted to win, and couldn't help losing. But Cyril still liked him, and didn't really care about it.
Cyril pulled the bike up to Jason's wall and lent it against there, he pulled open the gate, and jogged up the path. He knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, it was opened.
There stood Jason, who had short, blonde hair, and a confident face. Totally the opposite of Cyril, I would say.
"Hey Cyril, what took you so long?" he said.
"Overslept."
"I'll go get my bike now,"
Cyril waited there as Jason went round the back of his house. In a while, he came back, wheeling his bike towards the gate.
"Come on then, let's go." Said Cyril, as he opened the gate. He hopped on his bike, and he and Jason started to ride down the road.
It was starting to get warmer, and the sun was out, it was going to be a nice day, and Cyril ignored Jason's shouts of, "Come on Cyril! Faster!" and, "Come on! Try and beat me!"
The heat rose on Cyril's face, and he started to get hotter, he started to pedal slower, and Jason's shouts went into blurred whispers, and Cyril became more tired.
Then, in a few metres of the road, Cyril saw a man, he was dressed totally in black, and he was wearing some kind of cloth. some kind of balaclava over his face. in his hand, he seemed to be holding something. What was it? A pole? Or some kind of metal object.
Cyril looked closer. And then he saw that it was. it was a sword.
"What the-"
"HEY! CYRIL!" yelled Jason. Cyril came to his senses and blinked, the man had disappeared, and a car was coming right towards him.
"Arghhh!" he cried, as he swerved his bike to the left.
Cyril hit a parked car at the edge of the road, and the bike skidded sideways, it then tumbled over, and Cyril hit his head hard on the road. Then, the bike landed on top of him.
Cyril's mind went blank, and he was dazed. All he could hear was Jason's shouts and his footsteps running over to him. But he had hit his head badly, and he felt himself being dragged to the roadside.
And in front of him, he again saw the image of the man, in a black cloak. with a sword.
Part 1, Swords Enlightened
Chapter I
The Image of the man
Cyril Joe was your everyday normal boy, he was fourteen years old, and lived in a place called Ohio in America. He was a quiet boy, not the rough type, not exactly the quiet type either, just normal. His dad was away working in another country, and Cyril didn't see him often, all he had was his mum, his sister. and his cat, Iris. Yes! His cat! Believe it or not, Iris probably plays the second biggest part in the story. it sounds weird. But you'll find about that soon enough.
It was the start of a whole new weekend, and Cyril was asleep. He always stayed asleep for ages on a Saturday morning, and then later he would usually just go out to call for his friend. It was about quarter past eleven when he got up, and he was wide-awake, he had gone to bed early the night before, and felt refreshed. He rubbed his eyes, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and looked up at the clock. He gasped.
"Wow," he muttered to himself, "its late!"
Cyril walked over to the mirror; and looked into it, Cyril had long, dark, brown hair, brown eyes, and a pretty serious expression. He flattened his hair down, (which was very messy at the moment!) and pulled open his bedroom door, before walking down the stairs. Everything was silent in the house. His mother was probably out shopping, and from what Cyril could guess, his sister was still asleep.
After walking down the stairs, Cyril walked straight into the kitchen. His cat was there, whom I have already told you about. Iris. She is pretty easy to explain, a very furry, black Persian. She was sitting by the kitchen fire, asleep. After Cyril had had breakfast, washed, dressed, he thought of what he was going to do that day.
Same thing as always, he thought, go over to Jason's! He usually rode his bike over to there, and that's what he was going to do today as well.
Just as Cyril went to open the back door to the yard, he heard a loud SMASH behind him.
"Hey! What the--?"
Iris opened one eye and looked, then went back to sleep. Cyril looked down at the floor. one of the cups had fallen from the shelves.
"How the hell'd that happen?" Cyril said, surprised. He bent down, and scooped all the pieces.
"Huh." he muttered.
He didn't think he had to worry about it, so he just threw all of the remains of the cup into the bin, and pulled open the back door. After getting his bike from beside his dad's shed, he wheeled it to the back gate, and pulled it open. Cyril jumped up onto the bike, closing the gate after him, and started to cycle down the road.
All his thoughts drained away as he took the turning into friend's street.
Jason, (Cyril's friend) was not like Cyril at all, he was more of the wild, competition type, always wanted to win, and couldn't help losing. But Cyril still liked him, and didn't really care about it.
Cyril pulled the bike up to Jason's wall and lent it against there, he pulled open the gate, and jogged up the path. He knocked on the door, and after a few seconds, it was opened.
There stood Jason, who had short, blonde hair, and a confident face. Totally the opposite of Cyril, I would say.
"Hey Cyril, what took you so long?" he said.
"Overslept."
"I'll go get my bike now,"
Cyril waited there as Jason went round the back of his house. In a while, he came back, wheeling his bike towards the gate.
"Come on then, let's go." Said Cyril, as he opened the gate. He hopped on his bike, and he and Jason started to ride down the road.
It was starting to get warmer, and the sun was out, it was going to be a nice day, and Cyril ignored Jason's shouts of, "Come on Cyril! Faster!" and, "Come on! Try and beat me!"
The heat rose on Cyril's face, and he started to get hotter, he started to pedal slower, and Jason's shouts went into blurred whispers, and Cyril became more tired.
Then, in a few metres of the road, Cyril saw a man, he was dressed totally in black, and he was wearing some kind of cloth. some kind of balaclava over his face. in his hand, he seemed to be holding something. What was it? A pole? Or some kind of metal object.
Cyril looked closer. And then he saw that it was. it was a sword.
"What the-"
"HEY! CYRIL!" yelled Jason. Cyril came to his senses and blinked, the man had disappeared, and a car was coming right towards him.
"Arghhh!" he cried, as he swerved his bike to the left.
Cyril hit a parked car at the edge of the road, and the bike skidded sideways, it then tumbled over, and Cyril hit his head hard on the road. Then, the bike landed on top of him.
Cyril's mind went blank, and he was dazed. All he could hear was Jason's shouts and his footsteps running over to him. But he had hit his head badly, and he felt himself being dragged to the roadside.
And in front of him, he again saw the image of the man, in a black cloak. with a sword.
