A/n: Poor Patrik... Cries.

Patrik walked past the traffic lights in London. The fifteen years old kid had just ended school for the day. He hurried home. He knew the bullies were after him. Doglas never knew when he should give up. A car drove to fast over the zebra crossing. It could be Doglas. Patrik picked up the pace. He didn't want him to do something bad to him. When he finally saw his house he breathed in relive. His mother greeted him when he walked inside. Smell of food caught his nose.

"Smells grate mum!" Patrik said. His mother smiled. "Your father's coming home soon!" she said. Patrik went up to his room. His desk were full of papers and a computer. He swept some of them away. Patrik turned on his computer. It started in protest because it was so old. Typing in his password, he thrummed with his fingers against the desk, humming his favourite song. His favourite addressees popped up at the screen. Something itched on his back. He scratched it. Two hunches were placed on his upper back. One of them started to bleed. His eyes widened and he let a small scream pass his lips. The hunches were bursting causing him to shriek loud. He heard footsteps on the stairs. Blood was running down his back. He got down on his knees only to whimpering in pain. He felt something brake free from his skin.

"Are you okay in there?" His mother asked. Patrik was stunned with pain and couldn't answer so his mother came inside. Her eyes widened when she saw him. Bloody wings were coming out of his back. The sweatshirt was torn into pieces. Patrik had fainted.

/!/

Patrik woke up at a hospital. His upper back was hurting badly. Bandage were rolled over it and feathers were spread all over the bed. Big wings were attached to his back. They hurt like thousands of years in pain. They were also itching. He looked up and saw his mother asleep on a stool. Her eyes were swallowed by a lot of crying and her cheeks were red. He softly patted her head. Patrik had awoken from a deep slumber. He was Palutenas protector Pit. His mother slowly woke up to the touch on her hair.

"Oh, Patrik I were so worried!"

New tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes. This time there were tears of joy. Patrik hugged her tightly. He loved her with all his heart but he knew he had to full fill a duty before he could be her son again. He had to find the others. The other smashers.

"Mum, I have to go. I have to search for the other people called smashers." He said. His mother shook her head. Gave him a cold motherly gaze.

"No, you can't go anywhere! You're my son!" she said. Patrik looked at her quietly apologizing for what he was going to do next. He punched her in the back of her head. 'Pleas forgive me' He mumbles. Patrik laid her down carefully on the hospital bed. Then he walked out of the room. He had made a promise to Master hand that he would find the others as soon as he woke up. He didn't really know why they were all sent to this weird planet earth but he knew that they could defeat the crazy man who made them do it. But were did he start? He gazed around the hospital entrance. They could not be in the hospital could they? He thought about someone he knew could be a smasher and yes! Doglas was one of them. The problem was how to talk to him.

"I can do this!" Patrik said rather unsure. A few minutes later he were about to die of panic. He were standing outside Douglas' house. Pit swallowed hard and pushed the doorbell. There was no sign of life. He pushed it another time. When there was no respond he got prepared to walk away, right then the door opened. Dougas stood in the hallway.

"Pit..." He mumbled. He made place for him to step inside. Patrik walked in, suprised. The hallway were small and there was only one floor in the hose. It was also full of trash and newspapers. Patrik rose a eyebrow. He knew that Douglas had just moved from home but this was ridiculous. He kept his shoes on. Notes were pasted on the walls. Douglas led him into his kitchen. Patrik sat down on one of the chairs. Douglas sat down face to face whit him. There was awkward silence.

"Well... I'm here to... you know the smash..." Patrik started. Douglas nodded. Crap what to say now?

"I'm here to collect the smashers again!"

"Aha, I'll help you... On one condition! Don't tell anyone I met you today! Or else I'll kill you!" Douglas said. Patrik let out a small laugh.

"We can't die! We can just transform to trophies!"

Douglas gave him a cold glare. "It was because master hands magic. Now we can die. We're mortal til we find him again."

Patrik gasped. Put a hand over his mouth

"We can die?"

"Yeah, we can princessy!"