The only thing he remembers before he saw her again, was the scream of the Young.

It was loud, dry, & painful - to listen to.

The First creature felt the life drain from his body, hot & sticky around his entire body, yet his neck felt cold, stiff & heavy. He struggled to keep his eye open as he watched the Young scream & cry in mental pain, agony flowing through them both.
The Monster was watching, waiting for the Others. He couldn't let them get hurt like this, but He couldn't move.

"Whatever they do to you, don't let them hurt your family."

Family.
Where was he? When they needed him most, Where was he!?

The First moaned in pain, telling the You g to run, just go, don't let them get near what fate he had suffered.
The Young understood, one last screech of sorrow before he turned & fled.

'Fear, is a remarkable thing, even in death.'

The First tried to strain himself to look up at the Monster. He tried to growl, but he already felt dead, still & unmoving.

The Monster's face twisted & warped, it soon resembled two gaping, black eyes & a large, black slitted-mouth. The First stared in horror, yet he could do nothing as the Monster transformed into him, soon there were two of the First.

But one was dying. One would no longer walk this Earth among his people.
He was the Original.

The Monster's mouth ripped itself open as it hissed loudly, the First heard its last breath & closed his eyes, waiting for Katie Rosswood.