Cyrus' Fate

Chapter Eleven: Cyrus' POV

Cyrus' Fate

Chapter Eleven
Cyrus' POV

I followed them into the village, a hooded cloak hiding my figure and identity.

"It's your turn, Fatal," Mal purred. "Demonstrate what you've been taught."

I looked at the houses scattered around us, and one by one, they caught fire. Instantly, people were running outside, pure horror in their eyes as they screamed and cried for loved ones.

"Stop them from escaping," Cruella ordered.

I flicked my wrist and a shield went around one of the houses. A man ran out the door but a moment later was pushed to the ground by the shield. He yelled and a woman followed out, then a little girl.

"Wait," I said. "there's a child."

I raised my hand, wanting to bring down the shield and save her and her family.

Cruelly grabbed my arm. "A villain doesn't show mercy," she told me.

"But it's a child!" I persisted, glancing at her then staring at the girl who had burst into tears.

"No, Fatal."

"But-"

"No!"

The house collapsed, and the family was screaming and coughing, and that little girl...

My eyes snapped open, my heart pounding. That child... That poor child...

I looked at Jacob. He was sound asleep, his back to me. After a minute, I turned onto my side and hesitated before snuggling up against him, holding my arms against my chest as I breathed in his warmth.

He shifted, groaning slightly. "You ok?" he asked groggily.

"I had a nightmare," I replied sheepishly.

He rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around me, holding me against him. "You're ok," he said quietly. "It was just a dream. Go back to sleep."

I didn't. I was too scared to sleep. Because it wasn't just a dream. It was real. It was my past. And I was terrified of it.

After another hour, I decided to get up and try to relax. I eased myself out of Jacob's embrace. He grunted and I glanced at him as I pushed myself up. "I'm ok," I told him quietly.

I waddled out of the bedroom, my back hurting more than usual. I felt a slight thump in my belly and rubbed the spot. "I know," I mumbled. "I'm getting you up too early."

I walked towards the kitchen, seeing the light on as I approached. I furrowed my brows. "Sawyer?" I asked tiredly.

He jumped, looking up from the table, a piece of pizza in front of him.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

He nodded.

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "It's three in the morning," I said. "The last time you were up this early, you had appendicitis and almost scared me to death."

He shrugged. "It's nothing."

I sat down. "Clearly it's something."

He was quiet for a minute. "It was just a bad dream."

"Oh," I frowned. "Me, too."

He was quiet.

"What was yours about?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it."