I find myself awakening back in the same place I was in, in my last dream. Although it looked the same the man with the purple scar was bigger than he was in my last dream. "So what's your answer young Edwince, join me or fight against me," he said rubbing the purple scar around his neck. "Um... I don't know, I know that this is wrong but I don't want to die," I say slowly and cautiously.
"What do you mean you don't know, it's not a hard question join me or die simple choose," he said impatiently."I guess I'll join you," I said unsurly. "Great that makes four out of nine," he said grinning.
"You have already found the others," I said curiously and some what happily. "Yes and they all have joined just like you, oh and by the way smart choice," he said condescendingly.
"So when can I join you an the others," I said tripping over my words. Before he could answer my question my brother pulls me out of the bed and starts yelling."don't you ever an I mean EVER try your weird shit on my again or I will personally rip your neck out ,"he said angrily.
"Get out of my room before I shoot a light arrow into your forehead,"I said getting up quickly and focussing on the light. "You wouldn't dare do that we can send you back to that shitty orphanage you penniless freak show," he said aggressively.
"Boys Boys stop this right now,"my mom said running into my room seeing my hands slightly glowing because of anger." Looking down at my hands Austin turns and walks out of my room.
"What was all that about Ed,"my mom says closing my door and sitting down on my bed."I don't know, I think he's still mad about last night," slowly walking over and sitting next to my mom. "Well are you ok, that cut must be huge," She said looking at the blood that was running down my back from the back of my head." What, I dont feel anything," I said rubbing the blood off with a towel that was laying on my floor." It doesnt hurt, here let me take a look," she said pulling me around.
"Thats weird," she said curiously. "What," try to turn my head to look at the back of my neck."Theres no cut here, no cut, scratch, bruises, scrapes, theres nothing wrong with you."What," turning and staring into my mothers eyes.