[i]“Mommy, look at what I can do!” Young Adam called as he lifted a toy of his into the air.

“Well done, Adam! You are amazing.”  A young light-haired woman replied as she lifted the young child up into her arms. “Never forget, my little boy, that you are special.” The woman kissed the top of his head and began to carry him upstairs.[/i]

Adam’s eyes shot open in an instant. He had not even realized he had fallen asleep sitting on the concrete. He flinched a little at the pain and stiffness of his muscles as he reached up to rub his face. What the hell was that dream about anyway? The blonde haired woman in his dream must have been his mother, but why was he suddenly dreaming about her? No answers came to mind and he just let it go. Absent-mindedly he rubbed at his forearm. There was a slight tingle there that felt somewhat like and itch but scratching did not help. Not that he bothered to look at it, it was probably just a cut still healing. He put his head back down on his knees about the time he heard a voice calling out to him. The street had been quite for a little while now, so the voice rang out loud and clear.

By the accusation being thrown at him about chasing another girl, Adam did not even have to look up to know who had found him. Truly he did not have the energy to talk to the girl much less fight her. [color=gray]“Go away. I am not chasing anyone.”[/color] Adam tried to keep his voice bored, hoping she would just go away.

His slowly raised his head at her mention of a curse. [color=gray]“Sweetheart, I did not waste the time or energy it would have taken to put a curse on you. Go crawl back into whatever hole you came out of.”[/color] His skin had been hidden from her until he raised his head due to his shoes, jeans, and jacket, but his face held all the tall-tale signs of the abuse he had endured. He sported one black eye with a still healing cut over the other and his face was a nasty blend of blue, black, and yellow particularly around his jaw. Not to mention the tear streaks still staining his face.

Once again he found himself itching his forearm and forced himself to stop. [color=gray]“I am truly not in the mood, witch. I did not curse you, I am not out looking for anyone, and I would highly appreciate just being left alone.”[/color] Adam pushed himself up, using the wall as support and revealing the bruises and healing cuts on both his hands. [color=gray]“Good luck with that curse thing.”[/color] He told her as he slowly stumbled his way down the street. Maybe he should find a more secluded place to hide this time, he thought as he rubbed his forearm some more.

Adam half groaned at himself. Of all the wombs on his body, why was the one on his forearm calling his attention the most? Jay hadn’t messed with his arms as much as other parts of his body like his fingers and abdomen. Only a few feet away from the witch, Adam shrugged his arm out of his jacket and looked at his for arm. [color=gray]“What the hell?”[/color] he mumbled as he looked at the yang on his arm. Gently he ran his fingers over the tattoo only to find that the skin was slightly raised. He turned back to the witch and raised his arm for her to see the yang. 

[color=gray]“Is this what your curse looks like?”[/color]