Alter Ego

Chapter 4

4 years later:

Baby's PoV:

Eight years old today and it's not good. My dad was attacked last night. I was quick to get up there but not quick enough.

Flashback

I was playing a video game called Call Of Duty. It was a war game. I heard glass shatter upstairs and ran like sonic to get there. I saw my father on the ground with my uncle standing over him. Needle in hand. I tried to grab it but small arms wrapped around me. It was my aunt. I had to watch as my father got injected with a syrup like substance. Soon my strength was enough to break me out of my aunts grasp but it was to late. They left the needle in his neck and ran before I could catch them. The needles label read 'Devil's Disease' and I knew we were in trouble.

My brothers arrived back shortly after to find me screaming in my room and our dad passed out on his floor. He wasn't dead... Yet...

Devil's Disease is like cancer but worse. A lot worse. It can kill someone like my father (the devil himself) in two days. We couldn't do anything. Just watch as he died slowly. I sat in my room, on my birthday, rocking back and forth gently.

Sam walked in and comforted me. Or tried to. He was all I had left really. The other two didn't really want anything to do with me. They love me but hated being seen with me but I attract the most attention. Probably from my 'doll' face I have. I'm adorable and people love it. It's weird though. People know who I am but are never scared. I hurt them so much and yet they still love me.

Jack's PoV:

I've had enough. My parents are so fucking annoying. I asked them if we can go to the cinema for my 19th birthday  and they just said that it is just hell spawn. Everything to them is 'Hell Spawn'. I can't even go out anymore. They don't trust me one bit. It annoys me. My brother can do whatever he wants but I can't. Probably because he's older. I'm not even allowed internet. It sucks. I'm thinking about leaving. They have tons of money stacked in their drawers. I'm gonna do it. I have to get out of here.

Two days later

I did it. I escaped. I booked a flight to America and I'm getting on the plane now. I have the money in my backpack with some clothes. I hope it's enough.

Mark's PoV:

I woke from my sleep to the sound of fabric ripping. I sat up quickly to see Dark ripping my shirts.

"What the fuck man."

"Just a wake up call. So onto why I'm here in this shithole. Well there's and Irishman landing later today and you need to meet him. So get up!"

"How'd you find out. Are you like, sidekick or something?" I asked cautiously.

"Exactly and I know people idiot. You will pick him up in half an hour."

"What do I even say to him?" I questioned.

"He'll be expecting you to. So gET UP!" Dark's voice rang through my. I got up quickly and grabbed my best shirt and jeans. This was gonna be interesting.

How are you guys enjoying it. I completely abandoned my other book to write this.

Buh bye xx