"The mark this stupid mark" brick said as he gritted his teeth. "This mark is what bonds us together….. forever" "This mark is what we are and what we will never be" butch told them as he looked outside the window. "This mark is our birth and death who kept us alive and who we hurt" boomer whispered gently. "We will tell you the story of the mark" brick said coldly "but don't be too surprised and since it deals with blondey , boomer will tell it" brick told them with a smirk. When boomer heard this, his head shot right back up and glared right at his brother. "Mine was the most painful and you still want me to tell them?!" he asked as he clenched his jaw. Brick nodded with a smile boomer just sighed.

"The day I got my mark was the day I will never ever forget. Like I told brick head over there mine was the most painful out of all three of us. I remember I was seven years old so you know a two years after our last battle. I was skipping along the side walk oh yea before that I was taken away from my brother by the demon. As I skipped home I thought what a wonderful day I was coming from school. The sky was a bright blue with no clouds anywhere. When I got home I went and hugged my new parents I was happy there because I had a home. My mother's name was Elizabeth she had beautiful light brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes she always had a smile. My father's name was Daniel he was tall he had coal black hair and light brown eyes. We all sat down and ate dinner very early because we had many other things to do. Days before my marking day I had this god awful dreams. My home was on fire, people were screaming they were screaming so loud. I had to cover my ears to muffle out the noises. I heard voices in my head saying that I had done this. I kept on yelling that I didn't that I couldn't that you had the wrong person, but the voices kept on saying it was me and only me. Then I would hear my parents screaming my name for help but I couldn't help something was holding my hands and legs. I screamed their names hoping for an answer. At some point they didn't answer back. The voices in my head began to laugh at me a cruel laugh. I closed my eyes as I remembered the tears god there where so many tears. By the end of my dream I was screaming for help but no one did. When I finally woke up I was crying and I had sweet all over my body. On that day on my right wrist there was the mark but I didn't make much about it though. Back to my marking day once we were done eating my mother began to wash the dishes, my father was reading a book and I was watching tv. In an hour or so I could hear laughing coming from the house I just shrugged it off. Soon the laugh became louder my mother came in and my father dropped his book they began to hug me tightly. My body felt like It was on fire I was dizzy but I wasn't going to let myself become unconscious. The voices soon began to call my name the mother told the voices to leave that they couldn't have me I was their son. Everything was red and I bet my parents could see the red. The laughter became more sinister until a puff of red cloud showed up the cloud soon disappeared and out came the demon. He was grinning at me mother and father."

"The demon told me I was his prize. I didn't get it but my parents did they began to yell at him. He asked my parents that he would show us how I was his prize. Then he grabbed my father he picked him up and throw him across the wall. He flew to him with a huge knife thing and stabbed my father. Many times my mother screamed I just stayed still I was frozen. The demon dropped the knife and smiled at he, he took out a sludge hammer and began pounding him with it. When he was done my father dropped to the floor the wall had so much blood. My clung onto my mother for life, I looked into her eyes they were cold. He walked to us he grabbed my mother they exchanged some words that I couldn't hear all I heard was very well then. He began punching her in the face I could see tears and blood mix together. When he was done he grabbed the knife that he used with my father and used it to her. She screamed so many times and I couldn't help I was frozen. My arms wouldn't move nor would my legs. I cried her name out I cried my father's I told him to help her. The demon gave me one smile and hit my mother with a chair three times. He walked over to me. Crying I looked down not wanting to look at him. He picked me up into his arms, and said I was his prize that I was his child now. I wasn't going to allow that. I kicked him and jumped from his arms but he grabbed my wrist. He didn't let go then he took out this thing it was red. He pushed it on my arm where the other mark was. I screamed from the pain because it was very painful. It burned my whole body as if someone set me on fire. I heard his laugh. The pain was for about five to seven minutes. When the demon was done he let me do he just dropped me and said he would be back for me and that the mark I had told everyone I was his and no one could claim me.

When he was gone I cried my parents where dead and to make it all worse he came the next day took me away and burned my house down with my dead parents in it. All I got was a teddy bear they had given me when the adopted me and my mother's cross necklace I was brought back to my brothers that same day but I still have theses dreams" boomer finished his story but as he did tears fell down his face.

Blossom couldn't bear to see this she walked to him and hugged him like a mother would rub his back telling him calming words into his ear. "Now what we mean is this mark means we are the devil's child. We are like his toy. Something he can locate anytime of the day when we want to. He can use us and we have no say. Your sister is now his daughter but not fully." Brick said as he looked at blossom. "he will be back to take her away to give her a permanent mark. We are like his slaves he can use us because of this mark, so brace yourselves he will take her and maybe put he against you guys" butch said as he looked at Mitch and buttercup.

Boomer was hiccupping horribly tears still running down his face. Blossom just looked at him and at his brothers. He was hurt just like them and these are males imagine how bad it will go for bubbles she thought.

this chapter made me feel horrible i never go this far i felt so bad. it scared me a little too but i finished that is all that matters right and i uesd the song sweet dreams are made of this by emily browning creepy song man but it helped right this chapter. i dont own anything sadly bye tell me what you like tell me what you didnt i would be happy if you did