Oak Woods' Tales of Tomorrow

5 Menacing Scars.

After a couple days had passed, I felt like I was repeating the same day over and over.

I heard the piano play from next door,but it 6:00 a.m. Paris wouldn't be up would he?

I felt like walking over there, but no, because either Paris had some Strong will, or someone powerful was playing. You have to have some force on the piano to be able to play anything other than The Original Refrain.

But my curiosity always gets the best of me, like that one time when I asked myself what would happen if I microwaved a fork.

So I walk in the room to see Lody...playing the piano? He wasn't playing it...it just..was going... .

He smirked at me, and I saw that Paris was now in a bed instead of a coffin.

That's a...change?

"Why are you here?" I yawned. "I came to make my judgment against you- regardless of what that Pity Council says." he covers one half of his face. Where the scars are under his eye, are now hidden.

"So- who are you?" I ask. He growls, but honestly nothing scares me at 6:00 in the morning.

"Pitiful mortal, I am The Lord Of Darkness." he pulls out a round boomerang thingy.

I'm pretty sure I know the name, and how it works, but for know it's a mini-scythe.

He sticks it at me face, and I don't do anything because I'm still very tired.

"Don't you fear me mortal?!"He yells.

Honestly, I'm gonna get a headache from him.

"Who gave you and Paris those scars?" I blurt out. He drops the mini- sickle.

"N-no one!"he yells. "So..they magically appeared on yo face?" I ask tapping my chin. He blushes heavily.

"SO what's your decision?" I walk around. "As much as I hate you-" he snarls. "I prefer my brother being happy, and you might be useful against Future. So..I vote you to live."he flips the bird at me.

"That?" I wake up a bit. "I still hate you...A bit." suddenly Paris springs out the bed and hugs him.

"Oh I knew you would like him!See, he's not as bad, and he's very strong and thank you for not killing him!" he squeals.

Let me inform you now, vampire squeals sound like the words highest pitched violin went 6 pitches higher, accompanied by screeching feminists.

Hooray for ear bleeds.