Errol woke up the next morning, incredibly tired. ‘I need to stop staying up so late.’ He thought as he got out of bed to stretch. He looked at his alarm clock, 10:30 AM. ‘Well, I overslept! I didn’t want to go to school anyways.’ He smiled. With that, Errol walked out his room and towards the kitchen. The theme of the kitchen was brownish-orange colors alongside another color that went well with it. On the counter was a plate full of pancakes covered in syrup swirls and blueberries. Errol touched it, he soon got a burning sensation in his finger. ‘IT”S HOT AND FRESH! GREAT!’ He thought. He grabbed it and laid down on the sofa before turning on the tv. It was still too quiet despite the tv now on. Errol never got use to Mondays. Thomas was at his part-time job, Jordy was at Elementary School, Freddie, his other older brother and Thomas’ twin brother still hasn’t come back from teaching abroad in England, their Mom was at her job and so was their dad. Normally the house would be very quiet on Mondays and through the rest of the week until Friday but, Errol slept in.

“Let’s start off with our main story, the organization We Who Want has been getting more and more attention everyday. But, this act they’ve done seems to be one of the most interesting they have done so far. Around the some parts of the city, some of the members have been leaving messages made of blood from the victims they’ve killed. Here’s some of them now.” The female reporter said. Images of bloody messages were now on the screen of the tv. Most of them saying “We Are Watching You”, “Don’t Let Your Guard Down”, “Always Be Wary”, and “You May Be Next”. Errol smiled. ‘Looks like this messages are targeted toward me and the others, if I’m correct. But, it may be for all of us.’ He thought. The taste of blueberries and maple syrup filled his mouth as he took bite of the pancakes he was eating.

Errol finished his last pancake as somebody knocked on the door. ‘Better be careful with opening the door, it can be anyone especially someone at We Who Want.” He got up and walked into Jordy’s mess of a room and grabbed a baseball bat that was resting on the bed. He then made his way to the door and opened it slowly, ready to bash the shit out of anyone he didn’t know. “So, this is the place you’re living in?” Jack said. Errol lowered Jordy’s bat. “Not bad, really.” Jack said. Errol sighed. ‘It could've been worse, you know.’ He thought as he walked back to the couch.