chapter 9: Signs

"Oh my gosh a thief " she cried out .

Cyrus jolted awake smashing his head against a surface above.

"Whoa, hold up am no thief " he hastily waved his hands .

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Cyrus sneezed tugging on his light shirt. The streets had turned eerily quiet. Walking down the streets, he dragged his body towards Lork shop.

What should I do? should I call her?

He shook his head. "I will rather go down like an end boss than grove for her help "he said sneezing, a white substance drooling down his nose. The few passersby frowned crossing to the other side of the roads

"what? have you never be down? "He glared at them.

The familiar broken sign of Lork shop quickly came into view. Cyrus flashed a bitter smile. He stepped forward when his eyes caught a shadow.

It was a client leaving the shop, but strangely he had already seen him.

Isn't that the man from earlier?

"Why will they tag along with me? I am broke. unless "he jolted in fright, instinctively he stumbled back stepping out of the way. A little kid zipped passed by his side, "damn globin can't you be more careful? "

"Sorry old man "the kid replied floating on his magical skate. Cyrus caught his swift glanced , he blinked , the kid had already vanished resuming his way as if nothing had happened .

Deep down his instincts told him something was off. He stepped back." I guess Lork will have to wait "he murmured. Carefully walking backward his eyes glued on the all but ordinary man approaching. He fled as fast as he could.

Cyrus landed before another immense building. catching up his breathing. He rushed directly to a specific apartment. He searched maniacally for the keys in his box. Rhythmic steps silently approached from behind. He didn't have to be a genius to know to who it belonged.

His hands trembled he gripped the key but they fell down. The steps closed in. He leaned hastily picking them up when he saw a pair of polished black shoes. His heart skipped a beat. He didn't dare to get up.

"You shouldn't stay in the way, it's dangerous "The mans voice echoed. Cyrus only lifted his head. Once the cricking of a closing door echoed. The man lived just nearby. "It looks like he lives nearby "he let out a sight of relief. Wiping the sweat of his face.

Might be am getting a little paranoiac.

Gripping the key, he opened the door and sneaked in. Instantly the temperature shifted. He trembled raising his shoulders. Walking to the kitchen he hid underneath the table gripping an apple. He felt exhausted. Holding his mother image close to his heart he fell asleep like a baby. This day had been crazy.

An unknow amount of time later

"Oh my gosh a thief "

Cyrus eyes flickered open, abruptly lifting his head he crashed against the table. "damn "he griped his head. Crawling out from underneath the table. His eyes winded at the knifee pointed at him.

"Hey easy will ya? am not a thief? "He hastily waved his hands stepping back.

She looked like she was just from getting out of bed. Her hairs in utter disorder and her eyes moist. She glared with her little hands.

"Whoa, hold up am no thief "Cyrus insisted .

"what's going on here "A familiar voice broke in. Dan entered the kitchen. His eyes visibly widened. "hey darling calm down " He immediately stepped in. before things got out of hand .

"Do you know him ? "She stood suspiciously behind Dan. "yeah kind of "Dan sight. "Why don't you get ready for work "he held her chin. She fired a weary gaze at Cyrus before begrudgingly leaving.

Dan dragged the chair and sat down. "So you still have that key "

" like always man I came for a game action . Get the console moving " He smiled

"Things are different now Cyrus "Dan said shaking his head.

"Come on dude, don't tell me you left her soften you "Cyrus insisted tapping him the shoulder but face to that stoic and lifeless face he sights. "Okay I just need a place to crash, while I find something "he finally declared.

"You can stay as long as you need, and you can't beat me anymore "dan said.

"Guess we will have to wait and see " Cyrus could finally relax.

Thanks to Dan help he got cleaned and changed. Feeling knew, he went out to all the places he could.

"Sorry we don't need anyone right now "that was the only response he got. After a day of scavenging through the city he didn't get anything. No one seemingly could bare his face.

That old bastard from my last job is really pushing it. He is practically begging me to go hungry . Still, he is not exactly the flash, so how the heck did he pull that off so fast? and what's with the ban from the buildings.

He had a strange feeling hovering above his head. Like we could observe the sun from any place he felt watched. Like a pair of inviable eyes were glued on his back. Everyone he saw was eerily similar to the guy from the last time

Don't be stupid Cyrus. Your brains only see him because you too focused on that that's why. is he even real? or my brains has stopped functioning properly. Whatever the case I can't stay here

Cyrus rushed towards the shop, smashing the door open he fell face with Lork.

"Hey dude are you really getting serious about this sport ? I'm intrigued spill the details ? "Lork asked leaning on his broom.

"Shut the door, shut it quick" he said hastily hiding behind him.

Lork frowned as he acted swiftly closing the door and pulling down the hangers.

"Did something happen? "

"I know it looks crazy but the bureau is after me "He said falling back on the ground

"And here I thought I was the one obsessed with the with taking down the bureau. Sounds like wave got ourselves a pair of relentless rebels, huh "Lork leaned on his broom with a smug look

When suddenly the air distorted In the Room.