I jump out of the bed. I wince as I feel my wound. I see the blood dripping, my blood dripping.  Hades has come. The prophecy, I can't stop hearing his words. I pick up both of my daggers. She never loved you. You're a monster. Ash looks at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Puck, I'm sorry." He says.

"At what? I just need a new shirt." I say.

"I heard it all." He says.

A jab of pain flashes through my body. I look at him in surprise. 

"Oh..." I look down.

Smile wide Goodfellow.

"He's Hades, don't trust a word he says." I say.

"Do you believe him?" Ash asks.

...

"I don't know." I sigh. 

I'm honestly not sure. I don't know what to think. There is truth in his words. Ash tried to kill me many times after... that day. I remember how he stole her from me. Meghan was supposed to be mine. Why would she choose Ash over me? You should kill him where he stands. Will you shut the **** up? Ash puts his hand on my shoulder. I jump. I look at him in surprise.

"You're not that man anymore Puck. We're brothers." He says.

He's lying. He'll run you to the ground. Join us brother, we can break the world. We can shape everything. By shape you mean control? If that is how you want to look at it, little brother. Please leave me alone. Just shup up!

"I remember every time you tried to kill me, don't think I have yet forgotten that day." I say.

"I have. Please, let me look at your wound." He says.

"It's just a scratch. You should know by now it takes more than a mere cut to kill me." I say.

"Okay, but brother to brother, let me heal you." He takes up a cloth.

I pull of my shirt.

"Do I have a choice?" I ask.

"No, please brother." He says.

Why should you care about him? Why should he care about you? I bite my lip. You know it's true, just look behind his eyes. I see anger and hate. Does he really hate me? I wouldn't blame to him. But... do I hate him? I could easily hate them both for betraying me.