The world felt different, it screamed at him. His father had been dead for a few years and Stefan had been gone but the moment that his uncle had seen him, something seemed different. Now? Asher was having a hard time remembering right what had happened. His neck was bleeding, or had been. Either way there was blood soaking his neck, shoulder, and half of his torn shirt. Something was wrong though, he was in pain and not a pain he had felt before. Something had to be different with him, he just couldn’t tell what it was but things hurt.
As he picked himself up he felt a throb in his stomach, like something had shot or worse stabbed him. Holding his stomach with one hand he had forced himself up, bright blue eyes opening. “Uncle?” he called as he took a step forward. Collapsing on the floor he let out a pained noise, then a growl. Slowly he picked himself up again. Finding something to support himself. “Stefan where are you?” He called as he leaned against whatever the object was. The world smelled and sounded different to him, it was like it was sharper and he could hear better. There was a hunger in him, he felt as if he hadn’t had a thing to eat it years.
“Stefan!” He yelled, forcing himself to walk forward. Falling forward again he stayed there for a few moments then rolled to his back. Why wasn’t his uncle responding to him? Where was he? Asher held his stomach as he looked up, trying to look for some sign of his uncle. He needed him and yet he couldn’t find him. Whining a bit he closed his eyes, thinking that this was the end for him. He was going to die like his father and his uncle wasn’t here for him.
