"Hmm" he moaned in reconviction to his eldest brother whom was sitting in the kitchen. Matthew might as well not of been blind, he can see. Not like Luke could yet he could sense things. He could tell who entered a room, and like one could read someone's face he could read them still...by a feeling. His blindness was more a "mystical right of passage" is what he calls it.
"Hmmm" Matthew replied taking a spoonful of cereal.
"Hmm." moaned Mark entering the kitchen as well.
"Hmmm" moaned Luke and Matt back. Joni entered and before she could speak all 3 Pryce brother's moaned.
"Hmmm" Yet unlike her brother's Joni was far from half asleep.
"It's Saturday!" she cried jumping up and down in the kitchen yet suddenly she started to scratch herself. "Oh no mystiques bite's!" Matt walked over and inspected her arm. Yet merely chuckled.
"No, Jones these are chicken pox." "W-what! Oh no! I can feel the life being sucked out of me!" she cried as she fell upon her knees and then lied on the kitchen floor.
"Joni-" yet Matt interruptedMark.
"Oh well look's likes she dead." shrugged Matt casually. "What movie you guys wanna see today?" he asked.
"Oh well?" she asked sitting up. "Your baby sister? Your most favoritism person in the world dies and all you can say is oh well?"
"Matt?" asked Joni as he was forced to give her a piggyback ride all the way up to her room for not reacting the right way over her death.
"Hmm?" he asked looking over her shoulder.
"Do you think our real mommy and daddy will ever find us"
Matthew remained silent for a second. Yet then he spoke as he pulled back the sheets, with her still on his back and then sat on the bed where she let go of his neck and lied in bed.
"Wendy...let's hope not." he merely replied as she lied down.
"Why?" she asked tilting her head to the side.
"Because they are very mean, Joni. That's all you'll ever need to know, ok?" he asked making sure she understood.
"Yeh, it's ok I was just wondering"
"Do you miss having a mommy and a daddy?" he asked throwing the blankets over her entire body covering her face. When he didn't get a response he pulled the sheets so he could see her head. She was sound asleep. He only smiled at her warmly before turning off the lights and closing her door.
"Uuuh Matt." said Mark as he entered the kitchen. He turned to see both his brother's covered in red spot's.
"Oh dear god." he replied.
He placed all 3 of his sibling's in bed, and called Liz asking her if she ever had the chicken pox.
"Well yeh haven't you?" she asked on the other side of the phone. As if on cue Matthew got an itch on his right arm.
"Uuuh Liz, forget that movie we were going to see with Wren.... I think I have the chicken pox"
"Oh my goodness, Matt I'm on my way over"
"No, Liz you don't have"
"Matthew Wesley Pryce" she said in a slight warning tone. "Get to bed, I'll be over in about 15 minute's, I have to talk to Emma." Matthew cringed when she said his real name. Even if she thought it was his middle, it still made him shutter. "Ok Liz, fine." he sighed and hug up the phone and started to scratch his stomach redundantly. Then he picked the phone back up and dialed Wren's number.
"Hey" said a voice on the other line.
"Hey Wren it's me"
"You've reached the Oak residence," said Wren's voice. "We can't come to the phone right now," said Rj's voice. "So please leave a message after the beep." said DD's voice. Matthew hit his forehead remembering Wren had to go out of town to visit a sick grandmother. "Great" he mumbled. He along with 3 other siblings's where sick with the chicken pox. How could this get any worse? Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He looked and saw an arrow was in his left arm. He looked up to see a man in total black holding a crossbow. Yet he could tell by the arrow and the crossbow it wasn't meant to make him bleed it was meant to insert a poison of some kind. Things started to get a little dark, and then he just fell to the ground.
Liz entered the Pryce manor.
"Hello?" she cried. When she didn't get a response she ushered Emma into the living room while she looked around, yet stopped when she looked in there. She saw an 8 year old boy, wearing cloths 4 times his size, yet the cloth's where obviously Matt's, and the boy eye's where obviously Matt's. "Oh my god..." she gasped covering her opened jaw with her hand.
"Matthew?" she merely said
"Where am I?" said Wesley Matthew Wyndam Pryce.