This is a little introduction for the final character (for now).

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The little child sat curled up in the corner of his room' which was pretty much just a mostly bare storage room in his parents basement. He starred up at the clock on the far wall literally watching the hours go by. It was a little past midnight by now. He father was running late.

After a few more minuets he could hear his father's footsteps pounding toward front door followed by the door opening and slamming shut. He sat there for ten more minuets before he was sure his father was gone, letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. The little boy uncurled his self from the corner standing up and walked quietly over to the closed door on the other side of the small room. He crouched down next to the door and stared prying at the wood lining on the wall. When he managed to get it off there was a hole behind it. He quickly grabbed what was inside (a few books in a plastic grocery bag that he had managed to snatch from the garbage that morning) and replaced the lining.

The boy stood up, grabbed the door handle, turned in and it stuck. He let out a sigh. It was locked, like always, but it had been worth a try. He dug his hand in to his pocket and took out a paper clip then bent it till it made a proper lock pick. He had read a book on lock picking a while back and had been practicing for the past week. It still took him a good five, ten minuets before he finally heard a click and the door opened. He stood still for a few minuets, listening for his mother. He didn't hear anything and hoped she was still asleep.

He quietly shut his door locking it again then walked through the basement to the stairs. He stopped before the first step, looking up and gulped slightly then carefully walked up the stairs trying to avoid the spots that creaked. He accidentally hit one of the spots he winced at the loud creak then stood still again listening for his mother. He heard a rustling and his heart went in to over drive, but after that there was nothing. He sighed again and continued up the stairs.

The stairs led up in to the kitchen were he quietly grabbed a little food from the cabinets before going to the sliding glass door that lead in to the back yard. If his parents didn't wish to have him
around than he would do them all a favor and leave. He looked out in to the family room across from him and saw him mom asleep on the couch still.

The little Spicer child had never really been out of his home before and he had no clue were he could go, but the woods at the back of his house seemed a good place to start. Unfortunately for him he only made it a few steps in to the back yard before the kitchen lights came on. The boy yelped and made a mad dash for the woods not even looking back as the sliding glass door flew open and his mother screeched at him. She didn't bother chasing after her son though, it was too dark and she was still in a half dazed stuper. She eventually made the excuse that he would come crawling back although she looked doubtful of her word and went back inside.

The boy didn't stop running until he was exhausted to the point of collapsing. He leaned on a near by tree, his hand holding his bag of belongings rested on the tree to keep him steady while his other lay on his knee as he bent over breathing heavily. His throat felt raw and there was a slightly metallic taste in his mouth. That's when he came to the idea that he should have brought water with him as well. After a few minutes of trying to catch his breath the child collapsed
laying against the trees trunk. The boy looked around at his surroundings from his new bed' and the first this he noticed was that he was completely and utterly lost. He couldn't have found his
way back home if he wanted to. But then again he didn't want to, and he had no were in particular he was really trying to go to so it probably shouldn't have mattered, but it still scared him a little.
As he continued to look around his fear slowly turned in to curiosity. His eyes took in every thing from the birds in the trees and the way the leaves moved in the slit breeze to the soft green grass and the numerous bugs crawling in it. Then something shining in the corner of his eyes caught his attention. He looked at his side and saw a ring lying in the dirt. He raised and eyebrow at this and
picked it up. He rubbed the dirt away from it as he examined it. It was a strange ring with gold lining the out side and bluish metal on the inside. He ran his little fingers over the Chinese symbols ingrained along the edge wondering what they were. And then when the child was finally staring to get board of the piece of jewelry it burst with light. The boy yelped and dropped the thing in shock watching as it rolled in to the grass a few feet away from him. He continued to watch it as it grew, backing away with wide eyes. The center of the ring changed in to a swirling blue vortex, and the child full out shrieked as it stared pulling things in to it. He scrambled up from the ground as it grew several feet wide and grew only a few inches away from his feet. He whimpered and began an attempt to climb backwards up the tree. He belting out another shriek
as the portal grew large enough to suck in his belongings which had been at his feet and clung tighter to the tree. But this did no good, soon the suction of the portal became too strong and it sucked the boy in.

In the chamber Rai and Jack occupied, right over the basketball hoop another portal ripped open and this one spat out the screeching little Spicer child like so much garbage. He yelp in shock as he landed in a heap on the hard floor along with all the other crap that had been sucked up with him, landing right at Jack Spicer's feet The portal promptly closed after it had deposited it's trash, leaving said trash as the only proof it had been there at all.

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R&R.