Prologue

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"Take your brother and run" Mom said

"But mom how will you make it?" I hollered sadly

"I will always be with you," she whispered "I love you so much and I'm sorry."

She said those words and then she left to fight Physidous to set me free from this wonderful nightmare. She looked back only once crying for me to save myself and leave her. I grabbed my brother and flung him over my shoulder and bolted toward an old abandoned nursery, I had seen in the distance, to hide. I made a good attempt at staying quiet and kept me and my brother hidden, until I heard my mother's deafening scream beat my ear drums.

I peeped from where I was and glanced to where I'd heard the sound, only to see my dear sweet mother, headless on the ground. An unfamiliar pain ran through me, this agonizing pain was not even a feeling, this experience was anything to make you desire being dead. I swallowed my sadness and forced my anger to the back of my mind and focused on staying alive, when I heard him call my name. "Alexis," he called tauntingly with a chuckle that made its way from the back of his throat , "she is gone, we can be together just like you wanted."

I wanted to say something but my instincts kept my mouth shut, so I remained silent and alive. I stayed clutched to my brother, I could feel his fear, I could feel his young mind gathering ghastly thoughts of revenge and reprisal on Physidous for doing what he did to our mother. His heart beat played a song of expeditious tempo, his skin grew cold within every minute of the horrid experience.

'This shouldn't have happened' I thought to deeply to myself, 'this is my fault and I am going to fix it'

"Stay here Sawyer" I warned my brother meanwhile I went to confront Physidous once more. I stepped off a demolished stair and slipped.

"Shoot!" I cursed under my breath.

I quickly repositioned myself. 'Had he seen me?'

A familiar yelp came from where I had been sitting before. I checked to see what it had been. I saw Sawyer traumatized by  what he was now facing. It was him, he was here and whatever he chose to do was something he would make me live to remember.....

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