[center][img]
http://fontmeme.com/freefonts/img.php?f=74777&s=45&t=Everett%20Ulysses%20Wilcox%20&c=000000
[/img]

[img]
http://www.revistacuore.com/var/sfCuore/storage/images/media/imagenes-y-videos/liam-hemsworth22/930656-1-esl-ES/liam-hemsworth.jpg [/img]

[i][u]Location:??? 
[/u] 
[u]Interacting With:[/u]??? [/i][/center]
[hr][hr]

Everett was lying face down in the woods,  a splitting headache, and a warm, wet feeling were his early greeters. He moved slowly to his hands and knees. Trying to shake a fog from head, yet only a warm liquid was shaken off. That's when he felt the pain. 

Everett rolled on to his back and put a hand to his head. If there was any doubt before, it was gone now.  His head had been busted open, blood was pouring out at a pretty decent rate. It wasn't as alarming as not knowing where he was at. That's when the panic set in. The pain subsided a bit but it was replaced by pure panic and fear. 

Everett jumped to his feet, only for him to fall back down two or three times. On top of the head wound, he was a little drunk. Everett kept trying to get back up. Fearful, drunk and panicked. There was a side of that thought there was no way this could get any worse, then as he looked around. His own worst nightmare came to pass. Dags wasn't there,there was no signs of Dags. 

Everett ran from tree to tree shouting and screaming for Dags, nothing else mattered to Everett, not pain, panic, fear. Where he was, how he got there, how much he was bleeding, nothing else could have a hope to matter. Everett did his best to calm down, but the fear was to great, the panic was too strong. He didn't know where he was or how he was gonna find him. 

It wasn't until he fell down for what he had to have been the fifth or sixth time that Everett remember that he had any sort of abilities. He raised a hand covered in blood and watched as he glowed brightly. Using his powers seemed to make things a tiny bit better, it didn't change the fact that Dags was gone.