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Chapter three.

By the time I woke up, it was dark outside and I didn't even know where I was, the room was small and filled with boxes and dusty books – it made my nose itch. In a panic I sat up and the old Chinese man pressed a gentle hand against my shoulder, hushing me in soft tones.

"Slow down, you must rest."

How can this guy tell me to rest? I didn't know what was happening to me or what actually caused me to pass out but what I did know is that my head was throbbing as if someone repeatedly smashed a baseball bat against my skull. I sighed, turning on a tiny bed in what seems like the back room of the shop, the place had a funny smell - maybe it was damp or something but I never noticed it before. As I gazed at the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes I started to wonder what the time was. Quickly, I pulled out my phone to see twenty missed calls and thirty texts from my parents.

"Shit, I have to go."

"Wait don't—"

Yes, I wanted to know more – of course I did. A plain simple ring came to life before settling happily on my finger, then I saw visions of some man in medieval battle armour fighting some strange shadows, I couldn't stay here any longer – I needed to go home and clear my head. Swiftly I stood, striding out the backroom to pick up my shopping.

"I'm sorry; I can't stay here any longer…"

It was 11pm and I hadn't seen my parent's since 11:30 this morning, oh god how the hell am I going to explain this one? I sighed and rubbed my collar bones, I knew the shop keeper wanted to speak with me but I was already walking out the shop and slamming the door shut behind me.

"This day couldn't get any weirder…"

I shuddered, gripping my shopping bags and walking home. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone and when I finally arrived at my building – two police cars were outside.

"Oh god, things just got worse…"

I could just disappear for the rest of the night but that would probably make this situation a lot worse. How was I even going to explain all this? I took in a deep breath before walking up the steps; the doorman was now off duty so the only people I needed to confront were my parents and the NYPD.

My apartment door was wide open and I bit my lip nervously as I walked inside. My mother was in my father's arms crying and the police officers quickly stood up when they saw me.

"Um… What's going on…?"

Right, now I had to think of some excuse that won't make me sound insane. I could mention the little antique store, say I wasn't feeling great and I passed out in there.

"Cassie!?"

My mum and dad stood, running up to hug me.

"Where the hell have you been? We have been trying to phone you!"

My mother pulled away to look at me and her eyes widened even more, I didn't even know what she was staring at but it seemed to make her cry more.

"Ray… What happened to you?"

I couldn't be any more confused; I just stood there as the police officers approached me.

"Ma'am, were you attacked?"

I blinked at him before rushing to the mirror hanging above the fireplace to gaze at my reflection.

"Holy shit!"

My jaw practically hit the floor, a huge purple bruise spread from my right cheekbone and up to my forehead. It literally looked like someone knocked me out with a brick.

"There's a perfectly rational explanation to this…"

"And that is?"

My father stepped forward and I slumped down into the chair next to me.

"Ok the truth is, I was walking back from the supermarket with all my decorating stuff and I came across a little antique shop—"

I gestured to my mother.

"You know how much I like historical things so, I went inside and I suddenly felt really faint. The next thing I know I'm waking up with a throbbing head and this ring on my finger."

I raised my hand and the police officers rushed forward, pulling me to my feet to gaze at the ring.

"Where the hell did you get this."

The officer spat his words and I snatched my hand back, stepping away from the two of them.

"I just told you…"

My body began to tingle and I sensed… this sounds stupid but I sensed that they weren't who they saying they are.

"You need to give us that ring."

They started to walk towards me and I gazed back towards my parents. They were walking forward and I raised my hand, stopping them from going any further.

"Mum, dad, go for a walk…"

"Ray we're not going to leave you here alone."

I looked at the officers and they stopped walking now, putting on their best smiles.

"We just want to talk with your daughter. Don't worry."

I nodded to the two of them and they reluctantly grabbed their coats and left the apartment, shutting the door behind them.

"I would love to give you this ring, but I can't get it off my finger!"

I looked at the two of them, trying to pull it off but it didn't budge.

"Well there is another way to get it off."

"Oh…"

I backed away and one officer removed his gun and aimed it at my head. You know, earlier I remember saying this day couldn't get any weirder, well it just did and I'm starting to get a little freaked out. This ring has caused me more trouble in the past few hours than anything has in my whole life!

"Can't we talk about this like mature people…?"

The two of them laughed and as I looked into their eyes, there iris's turning black and spreading across their whole eyes like ink.

"Give us the ring!"

They ran at me and I dived out of the way, picking up a vase and throwing it at them. What the hell is going on?!

"You cannot escape us again Fendrel."

Who the hell is Fendrel?! I clambered to my feet and one of the officers tackled me to the ground, pinning me to the floor by the throat.

"Why don't we get that ring off the easy way."

This can't be happening, what the hell is wrong with everyone today!

"Get… off… me…!"

I felt this power rush through me and I gazed at a heavy mahogany chest, my lungs were screaming for oxygen and the second officer was removing one of my knives from the kitchen draw.

"This should do it."

"No…!"

The chest suddenly shot across the room and smacked the officer on top of me at full speed, it actually hit him so hard that he flew off me and clattered with the other guy. I didn't even let myself catch my breath before I got to my feet and ran out the apartment before they could get up again. I sprinted down the corridor and took the stairs instead of the lift, it would take too long and who knows, I don't even think they were human so god knows if that actually hurt them. When I got to the bottom I stopped, taking in deep breaths to steady my breathing, if this was a dream I would have woken up by now but there is no way this could be happening right? I just made a chest move without touching it! You only see things like that in movies not in real life. I sighed and rubbed my throat, gazing up the stairs as I heard the cops shouting echoing down the corridor.

"Shit…"

I ran out the building and across the street into Central Park. I needed to disappear for a while, I needed questions and the only place I can think where I will get answers is from the tiny Chinese man in the antique store.