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I'm Back: Chapter 3

Nightmares and Dreams

Cylina stepped out of the large hallway and into her new bedroom. She could still see the comical look on Kaiba's face when she told him she had been living in her car, and it made her smile. She hadn't expected him to give her a room in his mansion though. She was still thankful none the less. It was wonderful and it reminded her of her old room, though she couldn't see much of it in the dark. Exhausted, she dropped her bag of belongings by the wall, and trudged to her new bed. She was looking forward to sleeping in a real one for a change. She fell fast asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

It didn't seem like Cylina had been sleeping very long when she heard what sounded like a gunshot. She jumped out of bed, not sure what was going on. Getting a little worried, she headed for her door, but it opened before she could get to it.

"Cylina, come with me." Her brother reached in and took her by the hand. He looked worried. The muscles in his arms were tense, and his deep green eyes seemed to glow through the dark.

"Kile, what's wrong?" He brought her out into the hall, and she followed him down the wide staircase. At the bottom of the stairs, Klie ran to the library; Cylina right behind him. He took down the portrait of their great gradfather,and entered the combination to the safe behind it. As he was getting something out of the safe, Cylina began to understand what was going on; but she didn't want to believe it. It was like her brother was telling her what was happening through a psychic connection; which, she really believed, they shared. She ran back to the stairs, then across the large enterence hall to the front door. Drawing aside the curtains that covered the windows beside the door, she could see that her parents' car had stopped halfway up the driveway. The drivers door was open and the light was on inside; she could barely make out two figures standing in the dark beside the car. Then her eyes widened in horror as she saw one of the figures point something into the car. A flash of light, and then the bang.

"No!" she shrieked. The figure that had fired the shot looked up towards the mansion, and, even though she couldn't see, she knew their eyes had met. She could feel the evil smirk he was giving her.

"Come on, Cylina!" Kile grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the stairs, her sock-feet sliding across the marble floor. She could just barely see the two figures bolting for their door out of the corner of her eye, as she turned and followed Kile back up the stairs. They ran to the end of the hall, and then turned into Kile's room. As they did, they could hear a window break dowm stairs. Kile shut and locked the door.

"They're in the house!" he growled. Cylina could tell that there was sweat on his brow, even though his bangs came down to his eyebrows.

"Who are they?" she asked, still in shock.

"If I had to guess, I'd say they're hit-men." He was glaring at the door.

"Hit-men! Why would someone send hit-men after us?" She was just standing in the middle of the room, not quite sure what to do.

"Last week, during my lessons at the company, Dad called in that low-life, Anderson." He ran across the room to lock the other door that led to Cylina's room, which was adjacent to his. "He fired him and the others on the spot for trying to steal that money from him. I told you about it, remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Well, the sleeze bag was pretty ticked and swore that they'd get even with us. I think that's what they're doing right now."

Cylina gasped when she heard someone start trying to break down the door. "They've found us! What do we do, Kile?" Her brother looked around the room in desperation for a few soconds before answering.

"Listen, Cylina. I'm gonna run out through your room, and lead them to the other side of the house. I want you to go out the window and down the stairs. Run to your car and get outta here." He handed her something. She looked down and saw that it was her father's will and some money.

"No, Kile! I won't leave you!" The hit-men were about to break down the door. Kile reached to his neck, took off his choker, and gave it to Cylina. Then he grasped both her sholders, and looked her strait into the eyes. It was like he was seeing down into her very soul.

"Now we'll never be apart." His voice was deep and gentle. He kissed her forehead. "I love you, Sis." They were jolted back to reality by the sound of the oak door beginning to crack. Kile ran to the window, opened it, and helped Cylina out onto the second floor porch. He nodded to the staircase leading down to the first floor porch. "Go!" Cylina barely saw him run through the door to her room as she bolted down the stairs. She jumped off the porch and ran to the garage where her and her brother's new cars were. As she opened the car door and got in, she heard the third and final gunshot. Tears filled her eyes as her white-knuckled hands grasped the stirring wheel, and sped away; swirving around her parents' car, still in the driveway. Everything went black.

Cylina sat up in her bed, her eyes wide with horror, and tears streaming down her face. It was morning. She reached up and carressed Kile's choker around her neck. Then she buried her face in her hands and let the body-shaking sobs come. For the first time since that horrible night, she let it all out. Every last convulsion, every last sigh, and every last tear came gushing out of her until she collapsed in exhaustion. She lay there in daze, not knowing how long, and not really caring.

Kaiba got off the phone with the owner of the All American Diner and started working on his paperwork again. It was almost noon, and he hadn't heard anything from Cylina. 'How could she still be sleeping this time of the day?' he thought. 'Could something have happened to her?' He half stould up before he caught himself. 'No! Of course not. What's wrong with you, Kaiba!' To his great discomfort, he had found himself thinking more and more about this girl. About who she was, where she came from, and, to his astonishment, what she looked like. 'She's the key to getting that prototype.' he told himself. That was his excuse for thinking about who she was and where she came from; he was still working on the excuse for thinking about what she looked like. A knock on the door jolted him back from La La Land.

"Hi, Seto!" Mokuba greeted him happily, but, when he saw what Seto was doing, his eyes darkened. "Seto, you said you weren't gonna work on Saturdays!" Kaiba looked down at his forgotten paperwork.

"I wasn't working." He put it away.

"Yes you were, Seto." Mokuba accused, pointing his finger at his older brother. A slight smile was forming on the sides of his mouth.

"Well, I'm not now." Kaiba smirked as he got up from his desk and walked over to his brother. "Are you ready to go to this Diner?"

"Yeah! You're gonna love it, Seto! You've got to try the steak burgers!" They left the room.

Cylina slowly sat up after regaining some of her strength. Wanting to get her mind off the dream, she started to explore her large room. If you came in through the door and looked strait ahead, you'd see her queen sized bed up against the right wall. On the other side of the bed in the corner was a small round table with two chairs. The far wall was one huge window covered by light blue curtains. Slowly, Cylina walked to the window and opened the curtains, flooding the room with light. To her surprise, in the center of the window was a sliding glass door that opened out onto a large marble balcony. On the left side of the balcony, there was another little table with two chairs, but these chairs were cushioned and they reclined; there was also an umbrella above the table. On the right side of the balcony, there was a water fountain. Cylina opened the glass door to let the sound of the running water into her room. It helped soothe her, as did the sound of the birds chirping in the trees below. She turned around to view the rest of her room. On the wall exactly opposite of her bed, was a big sceen plasma tv with VCR and DVD players. 'That's nice.' she thought with a smile. In front of the tv and in the center of the room was a long leather sofa curved into a semi-circle. In the corner on the other side of the tv, was a door leading past a walk-in-closet, to a spacious, marble-floored bathroom. The wall adjoining was relatively empty except for a large desk with a computer. 'I can definately get used to this.' she thought, ignoring the fact that she had actually lived like this before. There was a knock on the door.

"Room Service." a muffled voice called from the hall. "Miss Adrian? Are you up yet?"

"Yes." Cylina called back as she opened the door. "Please come in." The maid wheeled in a tray with several covered plates on it.

"It's lunch time, Miss Adrian. I brought you a little extra food because I knew you missed breakfast." The maid didn't seem to be but a year or so older than Cylina, and she had a very pleasant attitude about herself.

"Thank you." the maid looked over at the opened glass door.

"Would you like to eat your meal on the balcony, Miss Adrian?"

"Yes, I would." Cylina returned the girls smile. The maid brought the food out, and set it on the table for Cylina's consumption.

"Enjoy your meal Mam." The girl nodded and left. Taking a deep breath, she began her meal; her heart at ease for the moment. This felt like her old life, this felt like home.

I know this one was kinda sad, but it is neccessary for thie story to make since.