I woke up on my bed with a heavy cold ice wrapped in towel in my forehead.

I touched the towel and hissed as it hurt. There must be a bruise or something in it.

I sigh and layed flat at my pillow

"How are you feeling?" His silk leather shoes tapped against the hard wooden floor as he walked towards me.

"What happened?" I asked him, my eyes closed as I try to remember what happened.

"Your father snapped, I guess" Although my eyes were closed I can still sense him looking at me.

I opened my eyes. His face was normal. Unlike before, his face was cracked and destroyed.

"What did you do?" I sat down, looking intently at him as if hypnotizing him. Base from his expression he knew what I was talking about.

"I tried saving you," he looked away.

He what?

"You're a devil, Milo." I blurted out, furious.

"You'll be one of us soon." Then he looked at me with a mocking smile.

"I wont." I hissed at him.

"Dont be so sure." I gasp as a girl came out of the dark.

"Wh-who are you?" I asked, backing away alittle.

"I'm Emma." Her head tilted alittle with a smile I knew shouldnt trusted,

"Follow us." Her tone was alittle happier and high compared to Milo.

"What would we even do at the basement?! I'm so confuse." I held my temple when a migraine shocked into my brain.

"Our friends are waiting." Emma said, reaching out a huge disc with words written "Christmas Morning" in it. Are we gonna watch some kids show?

"There are more down the basement?" I asked.

Milo and Emma looked at me, "Yes, they are." Milo answered lightly

I gulped.