UNDERCOVER The Secret of Luck by James Kipling

completely out of light. John heard another sound of something rushing to him. He turned just in time to find another dark and skinny demon jump on him. It scratched his eyes and John let out a huge scream. The pain was unbearable and in a matter of seconds, John fell to the ground. Unconscious.
    “John, wake up.” said a voice.
    John was slowly regaining consciousness. Everything around him was blurry. The man with the light bow in his hand was standing next to him.
    “John, are you okay? Hello! John!” said the voice.
    John’s eyes were clearing up a bit now. He saw that Rod was sitting next to him. John was lying on the floor. Rod had a torch in his hand. Seeing that his friend was awake, Rod helped him get up and made him sit on the sofa. John looked around to find himself back in his office. There was no light in the room. Beyond the windows, he noticed that it was all dark.
    “John, are you alright?”
    “I am fine, Rod. Why is it so dark?” asked John, still not sure what was happening around him.
    “There was a busted transformer in this city block. It knocked out the power systems. The repair guys are fixing it. You had called me this morning. You said you wanted to talk about something. When I came in, you were screaming loudly and you were on the floor. Is everything alright?” asked Rod, concerned for his friend.
    “I am not sure, Rod. I am not sure anymore.” said John, looking outside the window.
    John was still in some kind of shock. In front of him was his best friend Rod. Rod had a glass of water in his hand, which he was holding out for John. John took the glass of water and gulped it down. John had been having nightmares for a while now, but he did not realize that it could get this bad.
    “John, are you going to tell me at all about what is happening right now?” asked Rod. Rod noticed that color was coming back to his friend’s face. Rod moved away from John and went to the windows. He opened some of the windows and pulled the curtains away. Fresh air from outside filled the room. John began to feel better and that made Rod feel better too.
    “It was some kind of nightmare. I have been having these recurring nightmares. Every night it’s the same thing. I find myself in a dungeon. I don’t know how I got there, and I keep trying to escape through these crawlies. I don’t know if that is the right name, but that is what I call them. The only thing that can stop them from hurting me is light. Fortunately for me, there is light everywhere, but I need to search for it.” said John, hoping to not sound crazy.
    “Since when did you start having these nightmares, John?” asked Rod, trying to understand the situation.
    “They started almost six months ago, Rod. In the beginning, it was just about a guy waking up in a dark dungeon. Over the days, the nightmares kept getting greater and more dangerous. Now, it has become almost impossible for me to not wake up screaming. Most of the time, I am alone in my apartment, and nobody would notice it. Today, I don’t know what happened, Rod.” said John.
    “You have been having these nightmares for over six months, and you didn’t tell me. Guess that makes me someone you don’t even care about. Perfect, John. That is just perfect.” said Rod, shaking his head and expressing his disappointment.
    “Go easy on me, Rod. I did not want to worry you. That is all. Besides, I haven’t told anyone about this. Not even Mom.” said John.
    “I am glad that I decided to show up at your office today. God only knows how long you would have continued to suffer like this. Look, I know this shrink. You should talk to her. Take some things off your mind.” said Rod, pulling out a visiting card from his wallet and placing it on the table.
    John looked down on the card and at that table. Just over six months ago, that table would have been a hot bed of activity. Any given day, the table would be filled with coffee cups, client documents, pictures, videos, and