Thanks to everyone who wrote reviews for the last chapter. That's the best part about writing, for me anyway. Constructive criticism is appreciated, so don't be shy. So, here it comes, Chapter 2, ver 1.0!

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Chapter 2

Whenever I slept, I never had any real dreams. I don't have real dreams, about flying, playing hockey or fighting dragons like other people do. Every night, I dream that I'm floating in an empty, dark space, held up by hooks in my arms and legs. The hooks dig into my flesh and stretch my skin. I don't struggle, I just float there, my eyes closed.

I never told anyone about it. Talking about my recurring nightmares would only make my counselors and parents think I'm insane or traumatized.

One night, though, the dream changed. I was being suspended by the hooks, when suddenly, one by one, they ripped out of my skin. It hurt, but there weren't any cuts in my arms. Once the last one let go, I started falling and screaming. Then there was a flash of light, and I woke up.

It was still night. I sat up, breathing heavily, looking around the room. Moonlight was peering in from my window. I was just getting a grip on my surroundings when...

Ring!

The phone rang. Who would be calling me at this hour? I then noticed that none of the other phones in the house were ringing, only the one in my room. I answered quickly to make sure that no one else would be woken up.

"Uh... Yes?" My voice was still groggy.

"Peter."

A chill ran down my spine.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"I'm the one they warned you about. I'm Leet."

There was a pause. I didn't know whether I should be worried or not.

"What do you want with me?"

"I'm not the one you should be worried about. It's the Agents you should be scared of."

"What do you want with me?" I repeated.

"You're gifted, Peter. Your family and teachers think there's something wrong with you, but they're mistaken. There's something wrong with this world, and you can feel it."

Am I hallucinating? I wondered. Am I really schizophrenic?

Leet continued. "There are others like you Peter, people who can tell that their senses are lying. I used to be one of them, but now it's my job to rescue them and show them the truth."

"The truth?"

"I've said too much already, I don't know if there's someone listening to us."

"The Agents?"

"Among others. We'll meet again soon, if you want to."

But before I could say another word... click.

I didn't know what to think. What he had said sounded insane. He sounded like some psycho Peter Pan wannabe.

But I felt that he was right.