Colors Brought to Life

Chapter 3

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"Niall, no!"

Niall stood with his back to him, dangling a small kitten from it's tail.

The scene changed.

Niall smiling down at a body, but Zayn couldn't tell who's it was.

Another scene change.

Screams rang out as the blond boy stands with a small toddler next to him. Niall wraps his hands around the boy's head. The boy looks up knowingly. "You are Circulo mortis," he says. A woman screams, and everything goes dark.

Zayn woke up, gasping and sweating. What was wrong with him? How could he dream up such a horrible nightmare of the boy he created?

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Niall opened his eyes. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to get rid of the crick in his neck. He thought he had dreamt of Zayn in trouble, but he couldn't remember now. He shook his head and learned back into the arm of the couch.

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Zayn slowly got out of bed and reached for the nightstand next to his bed. He shuffled to the door and quietly turned the handle. Walking silently down the hallway, he listened for any movement. He heard none. He inched forward until he was peering into the living room.

Niall laid awake, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully. Zayn watched the boy for a minute. He thought of the dream again. How could this Niall be like the Niall in his dream? He thought to himself. He turned around and started to inch back to his room when he heard the boy. "There's no need to hide. I know you're there."

Zayn froze and gulped. He slowly turned around and looked at Niall. The boy was sitting up now, staring at Zayn intently.

Zayn shifted his feet nervously. "Ahh, um, uhh, hi Niall... Umm, I was just, uh, making sure you were allright. I mean, umm, uh-" Niall chuckled. "Go to bed," he said. "You need sleep."

Zayn let out the breath he had been holding and went back to his room. He laid down on the bed and closed his eyes, but he couldn't sleep. He kept thinking of the dream. What did it mean? Was it supposed to come true? Like a sign? He rubbed his eyes and frowned. He was never going to get any sleep at this rate. He got back out of bed.

Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed the sketchpad. As he opened it, he caught the words scribbled on the inside cover and read them again.

arte Vivet ut Circulo mortis.

He thought back to the dream and the dying child. "You are Circulo mortis." What did it mean?

He looked at the clock. 10:32. He thought about calling Louis, but he probably wouldn't be awake. Zayn sighed. He would call Louis in the morning and tell him everything, no matter how unrealistic it seemed.

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"Hello? Lou? Umm, yeah. Can you come over? I have a a bit of a problem..."

Okay, yes, that was extremely short, and yes, that was a crappy ending, but I had to stop there or I wouldn't have a cliffhanger. I really like cliffhangers. Plus I have to go to bed, and I had to get this chapter published today. So raid my house with torches and pitchforks if you want, but this is all I can do right now. Byee!

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