Ethan's POV
"What is wrong with him?" I asked worriedly. Benny's grandma shook her head and her curly white hair bounced up and down.
"I don't know. I've never seen anything like this with Benny. But I have a theory," she said. I looked at her.
"Well what is it?" I asked impatiently.
"I think that it may be mind control," she said. I thought it through. Yeah, I guess it could be mind control. But who would do that, and why Benny?
As I was about to ask her a question, a bump and thud caused us both to look out the window as Rory fell to the ground.
"Rory!" I yelled. "Come on in so I can yell at you!" I screamed. He bounced in and looked at me.
"I'm still having a little trouble working on the roof landings," he said and I rolled my eyes.
"I bet Erica and Sarah have already mastered the ability to fly," I said, which brought back the fresh memory of me kicking her out.
"Actually, I just saw Sarah, and she totally screwed up her landing," he said. "Wow, what's up with Benny?" he asked.
"We don't know, but Benny's grandma thinks it might be mind control," I said. Rory opened his mouth wide.
"Way cool!" he yelled and I hit the back of his head.
"Man, this is so NOT cool!" I yelled. "What is Benny never wakes up, or he becomes a vegetable or something?" I yelled. Benny was my best friend, my big brother. What would I do without him?
"Of course he'll wake up, dear," Benny's grandma said a matter of factly.
"How do you know?" Rory asked. She rolled her eyes at my blonde friend and Benny chose this moment to open his eyes. His eyes immediately made contact with mine and he went beserk. He thrashed wildly in his chair and I stumbled backwards.
There was nothing Benny left in him. HIs eyes were red, watery, and empty. His hair hadn't been washed in a while, so the brown hair was sticking in tufts all over his enormous head. He had rope burns from where he was struggling against his bonds. While I was looking him over to make sure no damage had come to him, Grandma was spooning some more of that sleeping potion into his mouth.
After Benny was out, Rory, Grandma, and I all looked at each other.
"Who would want to do this to Benny?" Rory asked. Grandma shrugged.
"There's only a few people I know that can do his kind of magic, and none of them are evil. I just can't think of what they would want with Benny!" Grandma said. Her brows were scruntched in concentration and worry.
"What is whoever is doing this has something else in mind? I think that Benny is obviously a vessel for some phsyco assasin," Rory said. I started to roll my eyes, again(I was wondering if I would permanately have to glue them that way when ever Rory was around) when Grandma looked like she had an epiphany.
"What if he's right?" she asked. "Benny obviously wants to kill you, Ethan, and he's obviously not himself. What if someone else wants you dead? But who? Who have you ticked off so much they would want to kill you?" she asked, turning to me.
"I can only think of one person," I said. "The only person who I've killed before is...Jesse!" I said. Grandma shook her head.
"Jesse wouldn't be able to do this, unless he got one of the Elders to turn to the dark side," Grandma said, with a final shake of her head.
"Well it's possible, isn't it?" Rory asked. Grandma vaugely nodded.
"Wait, I have to go and find something that could snap him out of this," Grandma said, shooing us out of the house.
We were out on the streets, and I didn't know what to tell Rory. I felt close to tears, knowing that my best friend could at any moment either die or worse, stay like this forever. Rory was the one to break the silence.
"We won't lose him," he said, apparantly able to read my thoughts. I turned to him. Tears were steadily dripping down his face. I had never seen Rory cry before. He always seemed so upbeat and happy. Even if he tried and failed, he was always acting like he was okay with it.
"It's gonna be okay, man. We aren't gonna give up on him," I siad to Rory, and gave him a hug. Rory clung to me, and I felt like the severity of the situation already hit me. I couldn't bear to lose my best friend. Benny was my lifeline. Rory was my friend, but nobody could replace what I had with Benny. NOBODY.
As I was walking home, I thought about what might happen if Benny couldn't be saved. He would always want to kill me if he was possesed, so would he go to jail? Would they have him put in the electric chair? Would he be put in an asylum? All these thoughts were running throught my head until I got to my house.
When I walked in, I could smell homemade dinner cooking. Mom never cooked. She only cooks when there's bad news or there's a celebration. I shut the door.
"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled into the air. There seemed to be nobody home. "Hello?" I asked. My fear was crippling, and I backed against the door.
"Hello, Ethan!" a voice said from up the stairs. I looked up and Jesse was standing at the top of the stairs: with a knive to my little sister's throat.