• Prologue

    Don’t you remember brother when we used to throw stones out into the ocean? Don’t you remember when we used to stare at the new people come onto our island? Don’t you remember the night we found the stars once again? Don’t you remember the night mommy died? Don’t you??
    Your answer will always be no, because you lost your memory they all have, everyone but me why do they do this? Why do they take away everyone I love? They’re mean horrible people let’s just go back to the way things used to be. All I live in now is a pathetic dream we call life. Why brother, why have you sent me to this doom this fate? You might have called me sunshine now I’m called #221 A.K.A pain A.K.A Shane A.K.A sunshine. Lot of names yes but trust me it gets a whole lot more complicated.
    Let’s start on birth shall we, A bouncing baby boy pops out of a mother. He is blond and has deep mysterious blue eyes and is the cutest baby you have ever seen in your whole life, well that’s what my mom says was me, but what do you know moms are such great liars, they call this one Shane.
    Well then all of a sudden out of your pride and joy another one seems to take my spotlight and that’s who you call beautiful baby number two and well he is even cuter than me, but thing is he looks just like me. That’s when you call out the magical twin card. And trust me it’s not all peaches and gravy. That baby boy is named Shawn.
    Anyway Shane and Shawn was who my mom came out that night with she was happy alright, how do I know this it isn’t because of the tapes and it isn’t because of the pictures that I dread to see it’s because I remember it I remember everything from day one. Don’t believe me? Well ill say this I remember the first time I took my breath for air ill tell you this not I was happy to be out of a retched place they call the womb. I also remember when I first rode a bike, wasn’t all that movie magic crap. I also quite remember how I used to take other kids cookies and laugh in their faces, and the first time I smiled was when I was one years old and that’s only because my mom sung me a song and she sucked horribly. Yep that was my first night on earth she was surprised aright. I was a smart baby much like how now I’m an intelligent man well teenager same thing. Well this power or gift as much call it isn’t much to be praised for its what got me here in the S.M.L have no idea what the letters count for and frankly don’t care all I know is they take people like me and never give them back they control me with saying a simple code and well they make me watch everyone around me forget I exist. Are they evil? No in specifics there actually using us to fight the bad guys but to me they are because taking someone from there free will and to me it’s quite annoying and well I like people to remember my evil grins and my cookie taking how else am I suppose to take over the world some day? Let’s just say this is hell and I’m you’re tour guild.


    The Past

    “Happy birthday!”
    Birthdays where do I start on birthdays? You might think me rude but birthday’s are ridiculous, seriously what do we gain from it? Basically all it really is, is just everyone patting you on the back and then they give you presents just because you have aged. I yet remember a last birthday maybe because I have decided to stop counting the uncelebrated ones. What is so special about them all your getting out of it is another day towards death another day where your youth slips, don’t women hate getting old? Out of the all the time I have lived I’ve seen advertisements for them to get rid of their wrinkles even though the only reason they have so many is because of all the makeup packed upon their faces. So if you haven’t guessed enough I don’t exactly favor birthdays.
    But I find myself grinning up at a woman who’s eyes crinkle up in excitement and smiles as bright as day. She has fine curly blond hair and a golden cross necklace swinging back and forth as she bends down to give me a kiss on the forehead. I want to say something more than goo goo ga ga. But that’s the only thing that seems to come out of my mouth, might be because I’m only one years old at this point and the only thing I know well am suppose to know is that this lady feeds me and treats me well. This person is called a mother but she isn’t one of those less fortunate mothers, she isn’t a prostitute, and she isn’t single she is a rich married caring mother of two wonderful boys. And she is sure as hell proud of it. She reminds me quite as a T.V mother; fake in all directions but she gets with the program and puts on good act. It makes me ask why it is she is this way but for now she will have to deal with the baby talk thinking the only thing that slips my mind is that I’m hungry, I got to piss, or I’m tired so take me to bed.
    All of a sudden my mom’s eyes drift to something next to me I turn as well to see my brother Shawn smiling even wider than I and he is looking at me as well. Shawn I don’t like much, he gets mommy’s attention more than I and well he gets everyone to love him more, why is it? Because I’m not as amusing or I just don’t have that dazzling smile, might be both. But there he is grinning at me, I frown at him but in return he dips his finger in his piece of strawberry cake and he puts it directly on my nose and giggles childishly.
    I don’t like this at all; I actually glare directly at him grinning like a maniac and lift up my hand and smack him across the face then laugh viciously then grab the rest of his cake and shove it in his face laughing so hard that my little chest can handle it. But then the fun is over when my mom then comes over scolds me and grabs Shawn and walks away muttering ‘what’s wrong with him’ and then ends up apologizing to the guests and there wandering eyes. To me though is mom didn’t quite get in her mind that what’s really wrong is what she is holding right in her hands he deserved that cake in the face, I hope he chokes on it, Because mommy doesn’t like me not right now because she cares only of him. And well I love my attention and he won’t steal it from me or I will do something that makes her leave all together call me selfish it’s just I don’t play well with others especially not Shawn never Shawn.
    “Ok kids put down the crayons and let me see your pictures!”
    I put down mine silently and let the teacher pick up my paper and watch as her eyebrows lift up in surprise and her jaw drops she looks down at me and says
    “You know this project was to draw you family…but can you tell me why they are in a graveyard?” “Well Mrs. Munro they are at my funeral…” “Do you see yourself dead?” “If I saw myself dead then why would I be here? I drew it that way because they think of me dead” “Why do you think that is Shane?” “Because all they care about is Shawn so maybe if I was dead would they care?”
    This conversation is the one that made little old five year old Shane attend therapy in fear of committing suicide, see what one little picture can do for adults?.Obviously this was not my goal in the making of the picture it was positively the complete opposite I wanted in result of this. I actually lied to the teacher the one in the grave was Shawn and if I told her that they would think I was a killer or soon to be one. Which I am not, I’m just a jealous kid.
    Me and Shawn was once upon a time put in the same classroom, why? Because stupid parents thought it would be healthy but it just worsened the cause. Shawn was what you call popular he got other kids to give up their lunches there crayons and he was the one who got small kisses on the play ground, me I was the one who played alone and gave out glares to all the other kids because they were on Shawn’s side. This is what you call second grade for me, the only thing worth remembering from that horrid stage was meeting my first friend believe it or not. This is how it goes I was basically sitting in class doodling weapons and such as the teacher droned on and on about some trip we were taking to a museum she then mentioned having a buddy. She then excused the whole class to find there buddy Shawn had no problem finding one, actually he got to pick which girl he wanted to take. So instead of getting up and searching I just stayed where I was, I knew no one liked me they all rumored I was a monster of some sort, so being smart and not embarrassing myself, sitting seemed like a pretty god damn good idea.
    As I continued to draw I was disturbed by a giggle, confused I looked up to find a girl same age as me kind of cute she had deep brown curls and was a pale as a ghost, the dress she had on looked like something off of a designer magazine it was black and red and had a huge bow in the back. As I examined her I could notice her emerald eyes searching me as well she giggled once more and said looking down at my paper “Pretty drawing, I like the colors…” “Well funny there isn’t any color on it…What do you really want?” She seemed a bit peeved on the comment and sudden rudeness but she just let out a smile and said her voice brightening with every second, To tell the truth it was actually annoying as ********, but at the same time I felt intrigued to continue on talking to her so I stuck out my ear and listened closely and carefully.
    “Well to tell the truth I just wanted to be your buddy for the trip, but if I’m bothering you I can always go…” “ “No you’re not really bothering me and I guess I could use a buddy before Mrs. Munro decides I’m hers…So what is your name ‘buddy’” “The name is Lea, and what is yours? Please don’t tell me its monster like all the others say” A small giggle burst through her lips as if she was enjoying herself, well this was a first and I sort of liked it. So I offered my hand out for her to shake and gave her my most dazzling smile and said “Shane is my name and I’m no monster, I would know because monsters aren’t real” I then found myself grinning like an idiot at her, I didn’t know saying that simple sentence would get me a friend or that it would have changed my life completely; well social wise.
    Lea the name rings bells like none other, Lea the one who got me friends, the one who saw colors on a black and white picture; she was the one in the awkward model dress, the one who said she wanted to be my buddy.
    So time passed quickly after that I got quite popular for once actually, middle school it was when people didn’t call me monster no more. They called me emo but I didn’t care so what if I wore neon and black shirts and tight pants and wore a bandanna over my blond hair I was starting to look hot. It was quite fascinating how the girls started lining up to get my number, but really I only wanted one girl and it was lea she never left my side but I never had the guts to ask her out...Soon enough she was dating other guys. And was dating other useless girls none of them compared to lea. The girls only wanted one thing sex it seems odd because it was just middle school but I got to admit we had some curious minds, but I never put out. Lea on the other hand did…it was sad to watch when she would tell me all about it as the guys just left her helpless after.
    High school. You can call me a drop out if you wish, but it really wasn’t ever my fault that I did. High school was the time where I got piercings and tattoos, also the time where me and my brother got along for once. Shawn turned out to be the jock, myself the ‘emo’ but we never let those things get between us surprisingly. It was the first day of being a freshman did the two of us even talk like normal people, It was me who was being tossed into a bush and me getting pretty pissed about it and me who got laughed at, but that day something odd happened.
    Shawn came up to me and offered his hand out with a sincere look upon his face. This was the first time I had ever seen emotion from my brother towards me so I accepted it and let myself be picked up. The rest of the day flew by us and we talked and played like brothers, just as if we had no problems in the world like middle school and elementary didn’t matter. I didn’t know and still don’t know why my brother helped me that day, but it’s the only reason why I miss him.
    That day ended up with me and Shawn sitting down at the edge of town at crystal cave. We ended up watching the new comers enter the island it was fun because me and him used to make fun of how odd the others coming looked and how they acted for once it was a moment that made me feel like I belonged plus I didn’t give a hoot if mother loved him more because now I understood why she did. Shawn was an excellent brother an excellent son with no faults but he acted as if he wasn’t and that I loved with a passion it’s like mother had the devil and an angel at the same time with the same face. He remembered telling that to Shawn and just the laugh that came from it made them even closer. As the night crept along, Before Shawn left he promised me something that I will never forget he said
    “Brother, promise me; Promise me that one day you will do something meaningful something that would change the world, something that will make others miss you because I’m sure as hell not going to be the only one at you’re funeral.”
    He then laughed and went on like nothing happened. Surprisingly he never knew that this was the one sentence I wouldn’t forget. Nor did he know that was the last bit of inspiration he was giving me till… well. Till I was gone.
    I remember this day as if it was my last. I was a junior in high school, today was suppose to be like a normal day. I woke up got dressed, brushed my teeth, put on all my piercings, smiled at mother before I left. For some odd reason I decided to turn down my brothers offer for a ride.
    As soon as I got outside the cold bit me so hard and the wind shook me as if I was paper, the only delightful thing was the welcoming snow that slowly drifted upon me. My steps made no noise that fine morning for only I was the only one out in the street. The deserted abbess made me shiver more violently, I tugged on my jacket trying to take away this cursed shivering but nothing had come to great value. For this I did not know was going to be my final action.
    As I walked alone I heard something odd that made my ears perk up like a trained dog. I stopped in my tracks and tried listening for it once again. Soon enough there it was again a muttered scream. I looked towards where it was at and it led to an enchanted white house. It looked untrustworthy but my curiosity built as I saw a child not even far from age five banging on the top floor window. He screamed again but was instantly muffled by a taller figure. Suddenly the biggest thing my poor eyes have ever seen replaced the figure of the boy in the window. It looked godly. It was pitch black and had the devils eyes plus teeth so sharp it looked like knives. It opened its mouth wide; The boy then came into the picture once again. The boy’s face was covered in snot and tears he shook his head back and forth trying to scream for help. But before I could even move the thing opened its mouth so wide it looked as if you could fit a grizzle bear in its mouth. Droll dripped onto the floor and the teeth where stained ruby red. I gulped as I watched it get closer to the boy. My heart beat sped up faster as the things mouth covered the boys face down to his body chewing with its thousands of teeth. Blood splattered against the window and there was nothing left of the boy.
    My legs then buckled and I fell on my knees. I was paralyzed in fear, I felt so vulnerable I couldn’t do anything, but as I looked back up I saw the thing look right back at me and grin it then broke the window and jumped at me. I screamed I knew I was going to die.
    One thing I sure didn’t know was that my own power saved me. As I screamed the thing, just as it was landing upon me, in midair its head exploded. Guts, blood and black ash showered over me. I then blacked out.