Callum Hunt shot up out of his bed. He had slept in late. He missed breakfast in the refectory and would about to miss classes with Master Rufus if he did not get his uniform and boots on. He walked into the living space that he shares with his friends: Tamara and Aaron. He sees Tamara as soon as he steps foot out of the door holding a plate full of dark blue lichen that smelled of syrup. She had that *Call if you do one more thing wrong I will hunt you down and kill you* expression. He walked over to one of the couches and sat next to his best friend, Aaron. Call spoke to Aaron "Goodmorning." When he realized after a while he didn't speak back. He turned over to Aaron and saw that his eyes had no color. Nothing in them. He lay there lifeless while the plate of lichen dropped to the floor with a big "CLANG" Call awoke. It was a dream. He looked around at the sell he was being held in. He had been having nightmares since the first few weeks he got in this place. He still remembered everything like it was yesterday. Him putting chaos into the dead Jen. Alex Strike murdering his best friend with the alkahest. Anastasia Tarquin coming to talk to call. She'd been doing that quite often now, actually. "Soon, soon" she said "You will be free, my dear son." Im not your son! Call thought I am Callum Hunt! I will never be Constantine Madden, the one who killed my mother, the one who put chaos into the souls of helpless animals, and people, like Havoc. He missed them. He missed Tamara and Havoc, but especially Aaron. He may not get to see Tamara or Havoc ever again but he definitely will not get to see Aaron. He was here one second, and then he was gone. It was all C alls fault. Call should've died, not Aaron. Call was the enemy of death anyways. He shouldn't have made Tamara and Aaron keep such a horrible secret. If only he could turn back time. Push Aaron out of the way. Maybe even go back to when he was born. Make sure Constantine didn't kill all of those innocent people. Make sure Constantine pushed out someone else's soul. Call should've done better. Call shouldn't have let his friends be in such great danger. Call hoped he would die in the little jail. Hope he could see Aaron just one last time.
