Donald scoffed with disbelief.

"I don't see anything getting any better unless we kill him."

He almost protested, and then realized that was Alexander inside of him. He still hadn't told the group that little detail. They had enough stress.

Attempting to take his mind off everything, Donald pulled a small daffodil from his pocket. He dropped it, and it paused in the air, growing roots that buried themselves in a corner. The flower grew until it seemed the whole room was yellow, and then it disappeared. The roots expired, the plant withered, but stayed alive. The earth wouldn't let him kill a flower. Repeating the process a few times, he picked up the daffodil. Removing a petal, he shaped it into a crystal. It was almost as bright as gold, cut perfectly, shining with any small amount of light. He loved the beauty of the Earth.

Dawn stretched and put her hand on his arm. "You can always find good. If I can be of help, let me know." Dawn felt hate inside him: something was wrong.

A strange feeling came through Adrians mind. The entire time he had been in the room, his mind had been passively connected to Dawns, ready to speak to her if he must. When she touched the arm of Donald, he felt a presence of evil, much like that that once ruled his own mind.

He extended his mind and probed Donalds, thinking about how Donald had protected him, he made sure his tone was not quite so harsh.

"What is wrong?", he said mentally, so only Donald could hear him.

"You can be of amazing assistance right now. Any clue where my dorm might be?" Donald was yawning. Partly because his high was wearing off, partly because he was exhausted, and partly because he wanted a little bit of alone time. Alone time with Dawn wouldn't be too bad, he thought. He immediately reprimanded himself. No thoughts like that now.

He heard Adrian in his head. "It seems my brother has taken time to rebuild himself by finding a way to make my body share both souls. Don't be alarmed. I'm using it to figure out why he's so angry, and to hopefully turn him."

After heading towards the directions she gave him, Donald played his guitar a little. He liked the Earth wing. Plants everywhere, and the soothing power of Earth was strong. He played a melody to her song, before falling fast asleep.

Dawn felt odd when he left, and tense. She excused herself and wandered around, ending up at his door. "Can I come in?" She entered when there was no answer.

Donald sat up groggily as she came in. He hadn't taken time to unpack. Half a joint lay on the nightstand, and his guitar was propped up in the corner. "Hey. What's up?"

Adrian eyed Edward and the Werewolf hostily, giving special attention showing his distrust to the werewolf, before he moved away. He eventually found his way to Dawn, who was wndering through the halls. That is, until she walked into Donalds room.

He waited outside, extended his mind passivley, so he could not be detected, and listened to their conversation, and their very thoughts.

"Scared of them..." She blushed. "Except Adrian, but it was tense.

Donald slid a shirt over his skinny frame. He seemed reflective for a minute, then he spoke.

"He seems young. Adrian had a lot of potential, but trouble controlling his power. Why, I don't know. But that's how my brother took a hold of him. Promised him rewards, maybe even control. I don't know. I want to help him but...I don't know where to start."

He heard the sincerity in Donalds voice, but couldn't believe it. The Master...Alexander...had told him that no one really ever wanted to help you, unless they were of course him...they just wanted to hurt you. He taught Adrian only to respect those with power equal to above his own...and so Adrian did...

He continued listening...perhaps they would talk more about him...

"You must be patient and kind. Listen with your soul." She blushed again. "Man I sound corny..."

"I may not want to listen to that..."

Donald realized he had just told half his secret. He cut himself off, hoping Dawn wouldn't push the subject.

The reason he wanted to help Adrian so bad was because he saw a bit of himself there. Jaded, angry, bitter, naive even. Donald fell under his brothers spell also, shop lifting for him and petty crimes. Donald never had the power like Adrian has.

Adrian could sense both of their thoughts...and almost spoke, but he decided it would be better to listen for a short while longer, before he made any actions he might regret.

He felt the senses in Donald...Donald felt he was like Adrian in a sense...and Adrian was forced to agree.

Dawn's eyes filled with tears. "It's my fault he's in you. And I can feel him, like I feel everything else. I wish we hadn't met, then I would have faced him myself..."

"And I can promise you, you would be dead right now." Donald did not want to admit it, but all of them should be dead right now. Adrian, Dawn, and Donald. Edward and the werewolf might have made it, but he would've eventually killed everyone. Someone intervened, but he did not know who.

"Besides. I really doubt it would've held any significance who he was if you hadn't met me. And ironically enough, if I hadn't broken the pipe he gave me."