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Chapter Five

By the time it was dusk, Ian was driving. His thoughts were still in turmoil over how to discuss his nightmare and his dreams with Henry. He just sat there in silence with his best friend. They would do this often; merely sit in each other's presence, comforted by the other. Ian kept his eyes firmly on the road as he thought out his dilemma. Henry, however, kept switching his gaze from the road to Ian, then back to the road, then back to Ian again. His hand was twitching slightly and he looked restless.

Suddenly Ian took a deep breath and nodded, as though deciding something. He pulled over onto the side of the road. The highway they were on was empty, and only a few sparse trees were on either side of the road. Neither man knew where they were, but at the moment Ian didn't care. He pulled over and turned off the car. He slumped in his seat and ran his hands through his hair.

Henry looked over at Ian in confusion. "Ian, what's going on?"

Ian still kept his eyes on the road before them. "Henry, I have to tell you something; something important."

Henry nodded. "You know you can tell me anything buddy."

Ian sighed. "Yeah I know. But this may take a while and it is important that you let me do it." He turned to face Henry. "No interruptions, no questions. Because if you stop me, I don't think I'll be able to do this again."

Inwardly Henry tensed. Ian rarely got this serious. What was this about? Then a horrifying thought came to him. The dreams? The nightmare? Gulping, Henry nodded. He could feel how important this was to his best friend.

Ian gave his best friend a small smile before turning his gaze back to the road. Henry sat back in his seat, unconsciously clenching the seat in a nervous habit. Then Ian took a deep breath and starting speaking. "Remember in the karaoke club a few days ago, when you said that I looked as though I hadn't slept in days? Well it's partially true. I haven't been getting much sleep lately and it is because of this nightmare I have been having."

Henry's gut clenched and his face paled. How long had Ian been having this nightmare? Just guessing made him feel sick.

Ian was still keeping his eyes on the road, so he missed Henry's expression. "I started having it a few days before we decided to go on this road trip. I don't have it every night, but each time I do I wake up screaming. It starts off in a temple. The sun is eclipsed and there is a demon in black robes about to sacrifice someone." Ian hesitated a bit. He didn't want to reveal Henry's role in his dreams and the nightmare just yet. "Then someone charges at the demon and fights with him. I free the woman from the alter and fight back the guards who try to stop me.

"The guy with me, the other warrior, fights back the demon. But then it uses its powers to levitate this dagger and make it fly across the room towards the woman. I scream and next thing I know I'm flying back onto the dais, the dagger imbedded in my chest. I'm dying, but I can feel the pain and suffering I'm causing to my friend. Then I die. All I can remember after that is an abyss, an endless pit of darkness. That's when I wake up screaming.

"But that part, where I die, that is the worst. Because I know this person, who is my partner and the fact that I am causing him this pain tears at my soul. Normally I could never see his face. I know him, but his identity is just out of reach."

Ian ran his hand over his face, breathing hard to stop the tears from falling. Henry was shaking slightly in his seat. His knuckles were white and he couldn't breathe.

"I had it again last night." Ian said; his voice low. "And it was worse than before. The scenario was the same. I died. But this time, as I was dying the face of my partner began to change, until it was you staring back at me." Henry's eyes widened. "That itself was worse than the abyss. Every time I have the nightmare I wake up screaming, more from the pain I caused you than the abyss."

No. Dear God, no. He had hoped against all odds that his gut had been wrong, just this once. What was going on with them? Why were they being plagued with a horrendous nightmare? Where they connected to the dreams? What in hell was going on?

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