"Look at him Roger!"

"He is defected! Look how scrawny he is! Isn't he scrawny son?" asked Roger Wyndam Pryce.

"Yes Father" said 14 year-old Wesley Wydnam Pryce.

"Well, I guess so Roger...yet he could be It." she whispered; yet Wesley could hear clearly.

"Uuuh...Wesley why don't you take your brother and leave the room so your mother and I may talk."

"Yes Father" he replied.

"There we go like that, good boy," said his mother as she gently laid the newly born William Lukas Wyndam Pryce in his arms. Wesley robotically left the room and entered his own. And then finally out of his father's site he cracked a smile.

"Hey there, I'm your brother," he said grinning. He had never felt so.... he couldn't even put a word on it. He knew it wasn't fear, anger, or frustration...what other kinds of emotion's are there? The newly born cracked a small smile at Wesley. He wasn't an expert on babies yet he knew they weren't suppose to do that for a little bit longer, and you know what? For the first time ever in Wesley's life...he cracked a smile right back at him.

"Boy could you pass me that herb over there." he said in more of a demand and less of a question.

"Yes Father." he replied handing it to him,

"Boy do you know what I am making?"

"Yes Father."

"Well speak up boy."

"A memory spell father."

"Yes, do you know why boy?" Wesley merely nodded, and tears started to water up slightly in his eyes. "Good then this will be easier." and with that all Wesley's memories of ever having a little brother were erased.

"Woo British you got some serious skill with these kids. Where did you learn to be so good with kids anyways?"

"I don't know." he replied honestly and yet for some reason he cracked a smile, as if on instinct.

Wren and he where here on request, well more like force of Elizabeth Wattson. She said they should do more for the community, and she volunteered Wren and Matt to baby-sit the Orphans on Saturday while Mrs. Green was out of town visiting family for the afternoon.

The baby in his arm's he was holding made a small giggling noise. Wren had only known Matt about a month, and the man who had just recently become blind always had a strange knack for kids. Yet Wren never questioned about his past, because then Matt would question about his.

"So how are things at your place?" asked Wren.

"A bit hectic." he whispered, and Wren knew what he meant. Wren was the first one to hear about how they all had powers.

"Hectic as in Joni and Mark." he winked.

"Yeh Luke...Luke in the past month has only said a total of 62 words to me. Two each day,"

"What is it?"

" Yes Sir" he sighed deeply then the baby lifts it's head off his shoulder and looks at him curiously. He merely smile's and bounce's the baby slightly in his arms.

Two Years Earlier

"Jonathan! Jonathan comes on! Do you actually think the boy is going to-"?

"Shut-up WOMAN!" yelled his father's voice. From the shadow's little William Lukas Wyndam Pryce saw the shadow of his father raise an ax and chop his mother's head off. He then saw him open the door for the cupboard under the stairs and take him roughly by the arm. "Come with me boy!" and pulled him roughly into his den, blood still on his hands. 5 year old William rarely ever said a word, and for the rest of his life he will only really say two words, which where the same word's he said to his father after he pulled him from under the stairs after killing his mother, and leaving her blood stained on his t-shirt.

"Yes sir."

"I'm ho-oh my god William." said Matt as entering his apartment to see a bowl crashed on the ground, his littlest brother picking up the broken glass blood flowing from his hands. The bowl must have come from up high in one of the cabinets and broken on his head or something because blood was flowing slightly from his shoulder as well.

"I-I'm sorry sir, I-I didn't mean to break the glass...I-I didn't mean to get blood on the bowl sir, I-I'm sorry I-"

"Dear god forget the bowl come here!" he said running into the kitchen.

"Yes sir," said his little brother walking into the kitchen excepting punishment. Yet he did not cry, he had learned from his father crying

makes the punishment worse. Yet he did shutter slightly as he felt big arms pick him up and place him on the counter. And he did shutter slightly as he felt him pull his t-shirt off. Yet the odd this was he winced as he gently took a washcloth and started to clean up the cuts on his little brother's hand.

"What happened?" he said gently.

"I was placing the bowl back after I did the dish's and I slipped.... It was all my fault."

"Yes it is." he said and looked up at Luke with soft eyes. "Your 7 Lukas, your not suppose to be doing dish's." and he went back to the work of tending to the wood on his hand. He wrapped some Goss around both hands and was about to tend to his shoulder and paused. Luke looked at his older brother and looked afraid.

"I thought you were blind," he said out of nowhere.

"I am but...William we have a connection...when you bleed.... I can sense it...I can feel it. I am sure you can do the same for me. And now I don't think sharing the same blood isn't the only thing we have in common."

"W-what is it?" he gulped. Matthew removed his t-shirt to show Luke something they did have in common.

They where scars, 5 circular stars, and 5 line scars on the top of Luke's shoulder. The lines connected the circles in a specific way making the giant shape over all, a star." All I see is black...and that scar. That symbol, that shape...it like glows on it's own. I-I think it means something." and then he touched it and he did feel a small jolt of electricity." Your not alone any more little brother...remember that." and with that Luke eye's began to water slightly yet he did not move.

"Come on, lets get you cleaned up." and return to tend William's cuts.