Chapter II

The dream --------------

"Hey! Cyril! Wake up!" came Jason's voice, "wake up Cyril!"~

Cyril slowly put his hand to his forehead; it was aching so badly, luckily, he didn't crack it open. After a few seconds, Jason's voice came into his head again.

"CYRIL!"

Cyril opened his eyes and looked up at Jason. He looked half blurred, as he felt very dizzy. The hard pavement beneath him rubbed against his back, he pulled himself up.

"Ouch."

"What happened!?" asked Jason, "why the hell'd you do that?"

Cyril wondered. should he tell him about the man? Maybe not. Jason would think he was crazy. He didn't know what to say, so he just said, "I lost control of the bike! The tyres started to skid!"

Jason looked at Cyril as if he didn't believe him, but Cyril just looked back innocently, and Jason replied, "Yeah, alright. just try and be careful, you could've lost all your brain power if you'd have knocked your head any

harder! . That's if you had any."

Cyril stood up, "Ah shut up," he said, "Where's my bike?"

"Over there," said Jason, pointing a finger to the side of the pavement, "luckily it's not broken, or bent, you're just lucky!"

"Phew," said Cyril, walking over and picking it up.

"So, your alright?" said Jason.

"Yeah, I'll be ok."

Jason and Cyril hopped back up onto their bikes, they rode around the streets for a few more minutes, and Cyril didn't see the man again. He was glad; he didn't want any more injuries!

After all of this, Cyril finally rode home, leaving Jason at his doorstep, still thinking that Cyril had not told him all he wanted too.

The rest of the day went quietly for Cyril, nothing unusual happened, nothing weird. He spent the rest of the day

indoors, and the evening soon came.

Cyril was soon lying in bed, thinking about the image he had had. it had seemed so real. He had seen it twice, and he knew it couldn't have been a hallucination. it couldn't have been, could it?

Cyril soon fell asleep, and had a very weird dream. He was standing in the middle of a huge field, and at one end stood a figure like the one he had seen. and on the other side was a figure like the other one, but under the balaclava he wore on his head, he had bright red eyes. it was like he was a monster. They both wore black cloaks, and they both had swords in their hands.

They started to run towards Cyril with their swords pointed at him, or as the dream seemed, at each other. The swords came closer. closer.

"ARGH!" cried Cyril, waking up at the moment the swords had both hit him. "What the- "

Cyril felt his sides; they both seemed to be hurting a bit. He got up, and switched the light on. He walked over to the mirror, and nearly screamed as he pulled up his pyjama top slowly up.

Two scars. both alike, on each side of his chest.

"H-how, wh-what the hell happened!" Cyril stuttered to himself, "h-how? How the hell?"

Cyril fell back onto his bed and a feeling of terror came over him. but no matter what, he had to remain calm. Cyril thought, how did this happen? Was this a dream as well? Or had he just came across the first only

supernatural thing in his life?

He breathed deeply, and tried to get the terror away from his heart. All the ghost story's and supernatural 'jokes' came away from him. and he started to believe.

Instead, he took a look at each of the scars, they were both the same. both were normal sword scars.

Sword scars!

All this stuff was weird.

Cyril tried to forget about it, he would check it out again in the morning, he doubted as if it was still a dream.

but he could only hope.

Then suddenly, the door creaked open, and Cyril spun his head around and gasped.

"Iris?"

Iris stood there on her four legs, her black fur hanging down; she just stood there, looking up at Cyril. Cyril bent down and looked at her. Somehow. he had a feeling in his heart as if he was now closer to her.

"Iris, what's happening to me? What's this all about?" whispered Cyril. He knew it was ridiculous, talking to a cat, but to him, she now seemed human to him. was he turning crazy?

Cyril got up, looking down at Iris once more, he opened the door so she could get back out, and switched the light off, then jumped back into bed, the scar's still stuck into his mind.

Iris must have been staring at him for about more than quarter of an hour, until she turned her eyes to the doorway, and walked out, letting out small meow.