"Good morning sunshine." I said before being punched.
"What the hell Will, it's five in the freaking morning." Alex yelled, throwing her clock at me.
"Ow! Geez, I thought you would want to be up early, today is kinda special." I said, holding my jaw.
"What day is it?" Alex asked, rubbing her eyes.
"The exact same day it was the night we met two years ago." I smirked.
"Tuesday?" she asked groggily.
"No, Halloween. And you call me stupid." I smirked.
"Only to your face." She said before kissing me on the cheek. She then flew downstairs, her small wings recently becoming strong enough to do so.
"Morning, get me food." Tut ordered.
"Keep up the attitude, more reason to get you fixed." I said, watching Tut shut up immediately. "Just kidding man." I added. I put on my socks, run out to the stairs, jumped up, and slid down the railing down to the bottom floor, landing in my shoes and scaring the crap outta Ranchero. Tut followed down the stairs and I filled his bowl with food. I then entered the kitchen to see everybody but Shock, whom had just finished making breakfast, sit down.
"Bacon and eggs, enjoy." Shock smirked, handing out plates.
"Thanks beautiful." Lock smiled, digging into his food.
"Anybody have plans for Halloween night?" Angeline asked.
"Nothin' much, might prank a bunch of people." Barrel replied.
"Well me and Shock cannot disclose that information at this or any time" Lock answered.
"Bow chicka wow-wow." I said with a smirk, just to be hit in the back of the head by Alex.
"Sick wolf." She said bitterly. "I'm gonna play pickpocket. Nothing better to do."
"I'm gonna have a rare moment of sentimentality. Goin' back to the place I woke up, two years exactly at midnight." I said with a smile. That night I went to the place where everything went horribly wrong yet incredibly right. I read something about a guy who had to fight a bull monster in a maze, so I decided to use and old trick to get buck, having a ball of yarn to mark my way. Them Romans were smart. I got bored and got my knife, a gift from Alex given to me at my last birthday, I carved my name into a tree out of boredom. Hours passed, waiting for midnight. I started with a name but in the four hours I carved the base of the tree into a full statue of me… amazingly enough the tree stayed up. I checked my watch, in thirty seconds it would be exactly two years. A blinding flash of light came out of nowhere, a new figure stood there, somewhat thin and with one arm barely touching the ground, severed and only held to his shoulder by a chain. "Nick." I said, my eyes grown wide.
"W-will?" he said to me, my best friend Nick, standing in front of me, mutilated as a cat that was run over by a train. "Y-you're dead!" hey yelled, pointing the arm severed from his torso at me, the chain connecting them straightened like a second elbow.
"So are you. This is Halloween town, like from the movie we watched as kids, or the videogames with the guy with clown feet." I explained. Nick pulled at the noose around his neck, loosening it.
"You bastard! Ever since you died I've had nothing! My life was terrible enough as it was but after you got killed all the fear they had of you at school melted away and I was getting my ass kicked around the clock!" he seethed.
"Nick, I can explain!" I yelled.
"You got yourself killed for some whore you didn't even know, if you survived she would have never thanked you." Nick yelled. I decked him.
"If you ever say that again-" I started.
"You'll what? Kill me? See the rope around my neck, too late you asshole!" Nick screeched.
"Y-you hung yourself?" I said, taking a step back.
"That's right 'buddy'. But here I am, with another chance. As soon as my chance to start over came along YOU show up. I've lived in your shadow for nine years." He said, picking himself off the ground. "Shared your joys and sorrows. And then you up and die leaving me to fend for myself." He punched me hard in the stomach. "Drop dead."
"Even if I had none, I still had a better sense of direction than you, zombie boy." I smirked, showing the yarn tied to my wrist. "I was also the only one who paid attention in mythology, you remember the labyrinth of the minotaur? I run at almost 70 miles per hour, more than enough speed to lose you. The only thing marking the path is this long stretch of yarn from here to my place, even if you do follow my path you'll come up to my house, which has five other people to help me beat the shit out of you. If you killed yourself you deserve to die. Drop dead Nick." I smirked, jolting out of the forrest, the trail of yarn being picked up along the way.