The Disciple

Chapter Eight

Waking up the next morning, I get a text from James. Picking up my phone, I wonder what it could be about. I see one new message from James asking me if I want to go to the casino later today. Glancing at the message I think back at the dream I had last night and how it all went down.

"This all seems all too familiar." I say to myself.

Looking back at the message, I start typing on the phone's keyboard

"I'll go." I reply.

Putting my phone down, I realize my parents had arrived last night and are sound asleep on the floor. Washing a bowl, I make myself some oatmeal. I begin to reflect back to the dream I had last night. It seemed like I was having Deja vu, with exception of James inviting me to go the casino. I open my notebook and begin writing the words Yua Assassin.

"If I'm going to the casino later today. I'm not going alone." I say to myself.

Using my pen, I thought about traits I'm going to give my next Dreamer. Then it hits me as: he is a skilled ninja equipped with nunchucks, a blade, ninja throwing stars, and smoke bombs. He is also skilled in hand to hand combat. Two hours pass by and I get another text from James saying that he will be there soon. My phone then buzzes and I receive a text from James. I quickly get ready putting on my jeans, shirt, and sweater on. I then, run to the bathroom and fix my hair before heading out, taking my notebook and pen with me. After a two minute walk down the stairwell, I exit the condo complex. I can see the Yaris already parallel parked in the parking lot. I enter the car with James sitting in the driver's seat.

"Hi." He says.

"Hey." I reply.

"You look troubled is there anything wrong?" He asks as he can see me looking up at the sky wondering what danger lies at the casino.

"Nothing's wrong." I answer.

James starts the car and we head out of the Coromandel parking lot. I stare out the window as the car ride to the casino would take us about forty five minutes to get there. During the car ride we decide to play some music. Lecrae was playing on the radio as he was performing his song Confessions. The song really got to me as I started to reflect on who I really am. Forty five minutes into the drive we see the casino as we exit the highway. The lights were shining bright and the cars all parked in the front lobby. I glance at James and stop him before we reach the entrance of the casino

"Something is bothering me." I say.

"Well what is it?" James asks.

"Well I had this dream last night and...." I say.

Before I can even say anything, James and I see a familiar face near the baccarat table. Surprisingly, Jeff is there and it looks like he wasn't making any friends at the table. From the looks of there seemed to be an argument between Jeff and an older lady. People surrounding the baccarat table were wondering what the commotion was about. The slot machines making their annoying bell as usual fills the entire casino. Luckily Jeff hasn't taken a swing at one of the security guards. There were a lot of people looking at their slot machines as they seemed possessed or something; it feels like this place has turned into a morgue as no one cared about their well being. James and myself can tell that something didn't feel right here. The carpet below us was smooth, but it is durable for anyone to bruise anyone's face . No doubt this place was some sort of prison and it looks like James and I would have to intervene.

"You know that dream I was going to tell you about just now?" I say to James.

"Yeah." He says.

"Well, this is pretty much what happens." I tell him.

"Why is Jeff here?" James asks.

James and I rush to Jeff's aid as River's Casino security manhandle him to the ground. The security guards were dressed in black suits and ties. Their sunglasses were hiding the emotion on their faces. I'd probably hide my eyes if I were them too.