<span style="font-style: italic">The field was sunny and bright with colors of red, blue, and yellow while flowers swayed in the summer breeze. Ashton sat watching the clouds pointing up to them â€œlook Dad itâ€™s a bunny!â€ he said with a childish giggle. Ace smiled to his son and patted his frail and gentle head while his own body lay under heavy shade avoiding the light that could bring him death â€œIndeed it is sweet childâ€¦â€ Ace watched his son get up and run through the flowers chasing some rabbit he fell and screamed, Ace was there in a flash cradling his broken childâ€¦.â€Somedayâ€¦ Ashton I will make you betterâ€¦. I will find a way..â€ Aceâ€™s skin had been sizzling and burning as he carried his paper skinned glas boned flesh and blood back under the black tarp. â€œShhhâ€¦. It will be ok let me make it betterâ€¦â€ the loving father mended the broken bones and added rainbow bandaids to the ripped pieces of flesh. â€œI donâ€™t know howâ€¦ but I will save you Ashton, you will live and be happyâ€¦â€</span><br/><br/>While Ace slept he whispered â€œDaddyâ€¦.â€ Under his soft breath his hand clutching tighter to Markâ€™s chest<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> The four year old became six and no longer chased bunnies, instead he clung to Ace as he ran for dear life. â€œDaddy! Why are they after us! What did I do!â€ Ace looked to his crying child â€œYou did nothing wrongâ€¦ your gonna be ok! Just hold on!â€ Ace had moments to get the boy to the hospital. He had moments to decide what to doâ€¦ a gun was firedâ€¦ and Ashton lost his lifeâ€¦to only be given the life his father gave him with a bite on the neck. â€œYouâ€™ll liveâ€¦.â€ Was all he remembered before blood spewed and Ashton rolled across the ground clinging to his fatherâ€™s necklas saying â€˜Aceâ€™ on it.<br/><br/>The next morning  a woman who worked at the hospital passed the west parking lot to see a large blood puddle and a tiny mangled hand under a bush. She stopped and found the child alone and barely alive., His skin was solid white and he held to his necklas. â€œPoor thingâ€¦â€ she had said getting help and getting him inside. There was no ID other then the name Aceâ€¦ so that is what he was called. The boy had no memories of his past and seemed very happy. He loved playing games and loved his nameâ€¦ â€œ</span><br/><br/>Slowly three hours later Ace began to shift some and yawn. His hand came to his face bringing Markâ€™s hand with it. He muttered something about a forgotten dream then looked up â€˜Marâ€¦. Iâ€™m hungryâ€¦â€ he whined sitting up ontop of his provider with a grin. â€œDid you nap too?â€