Its been 10 hours.

I’m currently refusing to talk to my mother as I stare out of the window. Its pretty fantastic. She has never respected my wishes for her to shut the fuck up and let me think.

I’m trying to hold back tears as I replay those last minutes with Zace. How could she do that to me? leave me here, trying to understand everything.

My name is Spencer Ludwig and I’m currently traveling to Alabama to meet hundreds of people like me.

My mother said that during the 80’s the ones that where left after our genocide got together and decided to reproduce enough so we could finally end the Davies torment on our kind.

So with this new information I have realized that My brother and I where created for one purpose. To kill them. To destroy every last one of the Davies.

“Mom.” I mumble still peering out the window.

“Jeh hun?” I can feel that she is forcing a smile.

“What about Clay?” I sigh.

“Clay is like us. We met his parents when he was young. We got a mysterious call one night, from his mother. Asking for our help. So your father went to them and found them slaughtered like animals in their home…. They hid Clay in a grandfather clock.” She shakes her head. “So we took him in. Clay still refuses to talk about it.”

“This still doesn’t make sense.” I shake my head. “Why aren’t Glen and Clay having ‘episodes’ like I am.”

“We don’t know why your are freaking out more than them. Clay and Glen had their moment but they where able to control themselves after a while. They never blacked out as you do. we just don’t know. We called Dan and asked him when it first started happening. And The others just think, that your instincts are taking over more than the rest of them.”

“Fantastic. Its not enough to have a freak family but to be THE freak of the freaks makes me all warm inside.”

We go back to our silence as I keep myself occupied with thoughts of Zace but slowly I drift off to sleep.

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“Spencer wake up.”

Danm it mom!

I open my eyes to see that the sun was gone and we were in a gas station.