When I had woken up I knew that it was noontime. Now the reason I knew it was noon was because there was a gap in the ceiling and the sun was high in the sky because I saw it through the gap. I was lying on the ground and observed my surrounding. There I saw the other three boys huddled in the corners around the room. I slowly got up but I immediately fell down to the floor because I was so weak. So I just lay there on the cold floor.
I could hear them whispering to each other saying weird things in a different language. I had no idea what in the world they were saying but as they spoke I knew they were talking about me because they look at me when they talk. As soon as they stopped talking one of them came over to me. It looked like the boy was about 16 or 17 years old because of they way he look and I could hear it in his voice when he talked to the others.
He kneeled down to me and our eyes connected with each other.
"Who are you boy?" His voice was deep and lower than anyone's voice I had ever heard. He was kneeling in the light so I saw him better than before. He was a handsome boy. His eyes were green, his hair was orangey-brown, he had freckles on his face and when he smiled he has dimples on his face. He was also very skinny because I could almost see right through him! I could see his heartbeat and saw his rib cage too as well as his liver and kidneys and stomach.
I was kind of scared of the way he looked. Not his facial features but the way his body looked.
"M-My name is Marcus Vespucci. Who are you?" He was observing me as I talked. He was actually sniffing me, which was really creeping me out like no other! As he finished I saw that something was different about him. I could find out what it was but then I saw it. His eyes had turned black as coals. My eyes widen and scooted back from him. I was more scared than I was before I saw how he looked.
"Relax Marcus I won't hurt you I promise. I don't like hurting people whatsoever. I believe that it is wrong to hurt others because I was raised to respect others. Well, except for my enemies."
I didn't know whether to believe him or not but I felt like I could believe him.
"My name is Giovanni Rasma Ramachen. I was brought here against my will as well as the other two that are huddled up in the corners. It looks like you were brought here against your will as well." He gave out a sad sigh. I could tell that he was upset with everything that had happened to him.
"I swear these hunters are getting more aggressive every single day. I don't know how they know where we deamons are."
I stared at him in disbelief because demons or deamons weren't real.
I was lost for words. There were things that confused me because I didn't know how to react to this to I started to ask questions.
"Where am I at Giovanni?" He looked at me and shrugged.
"I don't know where Marcus. None of us know. We three have been here for years on end. I don't even remember what my family looks like. They probably forgot about me and paid more attention to my sister. She was always their favorite. I was nothing but a disappointment to them no matter what I did."
I saw the sadness in his face. He was truly upset about everything that has happened. He started to cry so I gave him something to wipe away his tears because the clothing that he wore was old, dirty and really tattered. I wanted to ask him more questions but I felt like that I shouldn't do it because of how upset he was. It was heart breaking to see him like this. It was heartbreaking to see anyone this sad.
"We have to get out of here Giovanni. We have to try no matter what we do."
He stared at me and nodded. Then I heard that voice again.
"Now I wouldn't try to escape if I was you dummy. You have to stay here or else. Do I make myself clear you damn brat. You can't leave and if you try to I will take over your body and alert everyone here and they will kill you. Now is that what you want?"
I couldn't believe it. There was someone talking to me in my head. I held my head tightly with my eyes closed.
"What the hell is wrong with me? There's someone talking inside my head and it's driving me insane! Why won't it stop?"
Giovanni put his hand over his mouth trying to keep me silent. It worked because I stopped and relaxed my eyes. I was crying now and didn't stop for a while.
"Marcus what you are hearing is your Deamon. It is another part that lives inside of you feeding off of your energy but you must try and control it you must. If you don't control it then these people will try to kill you because you'll be out of control. You won't be yourself no matter what but Marcus let's form a plan. We break out of here when the time is right."
Giovanni was right. We had to form a plan to escape. It could take awhile be I believe we could do it if we tried. But first I needed food in mystomach but not regular food for some reason. No. It's something else but Idon't know what. This will be interesting to find out what I eat now that Ibecame a Deamon.
