Foresight

Chapter 6

A grey haze surrounded Finn Gregson's face, poised to attack. His fist launched outwards and found a home on Mike's cheek. Mike's body twisted round from the impact and toppled to the ground. He saw hard, polished trainers in front of his nose before a foot lashed outwards and mercilessly struck his face. Another foot began kicking him in the stomach. Mike's head felt faint. He blacked out.

And woke up in his own bed.

Mike's body instinctively launched forwards from shock. He was red-hot, all over, his face and neck were drenched in sweat and he was breathing heavily. Mike checked his cheek and stomach but he felt no bruises or pain. Was that a dream? No – it felt the exact same as the day before – it had been another vision. Maybe it was self-preservation? Maybe his powers coincided with his emotions – his fear of being beaten up by those meatheads at school. Mike looked at his alarm clock. It was three o'clock in the morning. The school bus came in four and a half hours. Mike shook his head and let out a small sigh of relief – what he just saw couldn't happen until after he got to school. And at least he had the upper hand.

Mike settled back down into bed and gently let the warmness of the sheets surround him once more. Mike felt himself slipping back into sleep. Calmness. Peacefulness. Two things that only sleep was perfect at providing. It looked as though, as Mike was settling back into slumber, that he was also settling gently into these newfound powers too. I could really get used to this was his last thought before drowsiness carried him down into sleep.