Devon stood up off the ground and brushed off his pants with his hands. He looked around the room, still standing behind the chair on the spot he landed when that evil rot of a person threw him in here.
"Wait ... so, you haven't turned to be on his side?" Devon asked me, not really sure what to believe at this point.
"No. I had to think of something quickly, that way he'd leave us alone. I know if he thinks we are on his side, then he will protect us right now, or at least keep our bodies safe." I told him honestly. "This is the real Victor ... well, the good Victor. He's the one that is our father. Well, the father you have been looking for in that horrible evil thing that is controlling the body now."
Devon looked around the chair where I was pointing and his eyes widened with surpris
