"Lets eat." Henry suggested.
They sat down to eat, and Marcus had the strange feeling of déjà vu, like he had already been there. He just sat there, and waited for everything to unfold. It did so exactly the same as in his dream. The dinner conversation was the same, everything, up until they left for the kitchen, and when they returned. This time Henry was holding a birthday cake.
This cake isn't going to eat itself, shall we bring it out to him." Vicki smiled.
They brought the cake out to him, and he smiled.
"My birthday isn't until tomorrow." Marcus said with a smirk.
"Actually its in a couple hours." Henry corrected.
"Fair enough." Marcus replied.
Vicki handed him the knife. "Cut the cake." She smiled.
Marcus took the knife, and wasn't paying attention, and sliced his thumb. Blood trickled down his palm.
"Mark, oh my god. Don't lick it." His mother quietly yelled at him.
"It's just blood, chill." He said taking the cloth from her.
Henry's eyes flashed black, and went back to normal before his son could notice. Marcus wiped the blood off, and before he knew it, the cut was gone. He wasn't sure what to think. He dropped the knife on the floor, and stared at his hand in disbelief.
"Marcus? What's the matter?" His mom asked.
"Marcus?" Henry asked.
All of a sudden Marcus passed out on the floor. Both Vicki and Henry ran to him. He woke up quite suddenly.
"I'm okay, I'm okay."
"How's your thumb." Vicki asked.
"Perfectly fine." Marcus said showing her his thumb. There was no sign that Marcus has ever sliced it open. Marcus sat up for a few minutes. Both Henry and Vicki stared at each other. Henry knew what Vicki was thinking, and it wasn't good. Splitting pain then shot through Marcus's skull, as he yelled, grabbed his head. He managed to get to his knees, and the pain faintly subsided.
"Mom." He paused. "Dad. What's happening to me?" Sweat was dripping off of Marcus. And Vicki searched for the right words to say.
"I don't know." Was all she could say.
Henry managed to help Marcus to his feet, but only to have his whole body wracked with intense pain, like someone stabbing him in the heart. Marcus clutched his stomach, and his chest. Henry lay him on the floor and watched his son in agony, and there was nothing he could to stop it. He hated himself, in that very moment. Why should his son have to suffer, because of his condition, it just wasn't fair.
Vicki held his hand, and started to cry, as she watched her son's body die.
"Marcus." She wept. She cried over his body. "Henry, why did this have to happen?"
Henry kneeled down next to Vicki, and hugged her. "We both knew this was a possibility."
"I know, but why now?" Vicki insisted.
A few moments passed, and Marcus opened his eyes. There was no more pain. Marcus reached for his mom's hand.
"Mom?" He said softly. Vicki looked down at her son, she didn't recognize him, his eyes were as black as coal, and his skin was pale, and his teeth were very sharp and defined. "Mom, what's going on?" he asked in a scared tone.
He stood up, and held his head, it ached, like someone hit him with a hammer.
"Did I die?" he asked bluntly.
"What did you see?" Henry asked, walking closer to him.
"My life, my entire life in a span of minutes, flashed before me." He paused. "Dad, you know what's going on. Tell me, please." He begged.
Henry was at a loss for words.
"We should have told you a long time ago, Marcus." Vick said.
"Told me what." Marcus said getting upset.
His mom pointed him to the mirror. "Look, and see for yourself."
Marcus cautiously walked to the mirror and gazed at his reflection. When he discovered his new being, he was enraged. How could they do this, lie to me? He thought to himself.
Vicki walked behind him.
"Don't come near me." He said angrily.
He turned to his father. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"We wanted too, it was for your protection." Henry said.
"What were you protecting me from? You?" Marcus said getting more upset.
He then smashed the mirror with his fist, and the blood on his hand healed right before his eyes.
Henry was hit the hardest, the one thing he feared the most, had come true.
Marcus' life was changed forever, and he and his father would share more in common than ever.