A blonde man splashed his face with some water, relishing the refreshing feeling of the cold liquid before running a hand through his hair, red mixing in with his golden locks.


    Looking back into the mirror, the three bodies were still as decomposed as ever.


    The body hanging on the left resembled his dead uncle, the blue threads which had previously held his face together now significantly loosened resulting in many gaping holes of flesh appearing upon his face.


    Slowly moving his eyes over to the body on the right, he unconsciously tightened his fists, to such an extent that blood stared to seep from his hands due to his nails digging into his palms.


    Long blonde hair cascaded down alongside the figure, some of the hair at different lengths, as if someone had taken a pair of scissors and started to cut places at random.


    A look of shock was present upon the body’s face, eyes sewed together with some of the same-coloured blue thread. The thread which sewed her wounds was not as loose as the thread which hung off his uncle’s fleshy corpse resulting in two blue orbs, which had stab marks all over them, only slightly peeking out from within their destroyed fleshy cages.


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    After hearing what had happened to her son, Nathanial’s mother had rushed over to the hospital with his father. Breaking down into tears upon seeing his state, she cried by his bedside for many hours until she heard what had occurred.


    The sound of metallic jingling entered the room, eliciting the attention of all those who resided within it. An officer leisurely walked in, greeting the doctor and then Nathanial’s father before quickly glancing at the distressed women clinging to him, choosing to have a quick word with him alone.


    In the corner of the room the officer handed over a tablet, playing a video from the officer’s perspective of the hostage retrieval.


    The blonde man’s pupils dilated as he saw the frenzied state of his son, stabbing his good for nothing brother time and time again whilst a series of excited gurgles echoed within the empty room.


    Nathanial’s face had been battered, a few teeth present in the background as a broken grin was plastered across his whole countenance, seeming to wide as to be physically impossible.


    A large frown crawled onto the father’s face as he slowly turned towards the sleeping boy’s body.


    Bandaged from head to toe, a soft expression laid upon his son’s countenance. He found it difficult to believe that the boy he just saw in the video was really his son that laid still before him.


    Walking back over to his son, tablet in hand, he sternly stared at the small boy, and then at his wife who was looking at him with curiosity evident all over her countenance.


    The man looked down towards the tablet in his hands and then back up towards the woman before passing it over to her.


    The next twenty seconds were full of silence from the two, the only sounds coming from the tablet which erupted in a fit of fierce gurgling.


    The old woman dropped the tablet in a bout of shock, letting out a shrill shriek as she looked towards her son with fear consumed orbs.


    “Who is this devil! He can’t be our son! Not our perfect little son!” she cried out, rushing to distance herself from the monster in disguise as she hysterically ran out of the room.


    Nathanial’s father paused, unsure what to do next, before bending down to pick up the tablet, watching the video one more time, and then handing it back to the officer, giving him a small word of thanks.


    The older version of Nathanial slowly walked towards a seat positioned next to his son’s bed, quietly holding his hand, a smile blooming upon his son’s broken face.


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    The small blonde roughly nudged his eyes as a yawn escaped him.


    Staring towards the ceiling of his large room, a voice entered his mind.


    “Today... is.. the.. day.” It groaned out, the fat monstrosity stated, as it lazily laid on the carpet which covered his bedroom.


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    A colourful card had been propped up next to his bedside table, reading “Happy 14th Birthday to my amazing son!” caught Nathanial’s attention, eliciting a quaint smile from the boy.


    Drowsily walking over to the bathroom, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Most of his injuries had been completely healed, most in part due to the top-of-the-line medicine he had access to.


    Applying some toothpaste onto his electric toothbrush, he flinched slightly as it moved over a few metallic teeth that replaced the ones that had been punched out.


    Heading over to one of his wooden draws, he picked up a metallic letter opener that his father had gotten him for his tenth birthday. It had his golden initials embedded into the utensil and was something Nathanial treasured greatly.


    Shoving it into his back pocket, he went downstairs to get some food, hearing his parents that were fighting once again.


    Or rather parent. His father never was the type who acted based on emotions. That’s why he was perfect in whatever he did.


    “50% is what I deserve! My agents will be contacting you shortly!” a shrill voice screamed out, the figure of an overweight woman pridefully standing in front of her taller counterpart, who had a nonchalant expression splayed across his face.


    Observing the man’s unchanging expression, the woman tightly grasped the cup of tea that she had just been sipping and threw it onto the man, the hot liquid causing him to flinch slightly.


    Seeing the boy walking into the room, the woman’s face shrivelled up into one of fear as she paused for a moment. Seeing that he wasn’t holding any seemingly dangerous items, she regained her confidence, storming over to the boy.


    “And you! You devil! You’re the whole reason that I’m having to divorce your father in the first place! How could I ever birth a devil! Your father must have swapped my child with someone else’s! What other explanation could there be!” the woman shrieked.


    Nathanial looked up towards the taller woman who stood less than half a metre away from him.


    SLAP!


    His hollow blue eyes now had been forcefully directed towards his father’s direction. A series of deep giggles from a black figure standing behind him set him into motion.


    Today would be the last time he’d see her. The divorce had nearly been completed, Nathanial’s mother bragging about taking all his father’s hard-earned money away. Apparently, she’d already found another lover of a high status, who was “Much better than your father will ever be!” according to the woman herself.


    Closing in on the tall woman, Nathanial burst into action, tackling his mother onto the ground once she’d turned his back on him before equipping the metal letter opener that he’d been hiding in his back pocket.


    His mother, who at that point in time had let out a small yelp of pain as her head hit the hard wooden tilling bellow, quickly turned around to see what had thrusted her to the ground.


    His father stood still, stunned at his son’s actions, completely unmoving as if he’d been paralysed.


    Seeing the small figure lifting a sharp metallic item up in the air, the woman attempted to stop him, her hands flailing around in the air.


    STAB!


    “AAAGGGGH MY EYE!” the woman screeched, clawing at the boy as she struggled to get him off her.


    STAB!


    Another painful screech.


    “TRYING TO LEACH OFF OF FATHER! HOW DARE YOU! DIE, DIE, DIE!” Nathanial raged on, quickly doing as much damage as he possibly could before he would inevitably be stopped by his father.


    STAB! STAB! STAB! STAB! STAB! STAB!


    THUD!


    Nathanial became winded as he was tackled by his father, body going limp as he didn’t even try to resist.


    Tears welling up in his eyes, he spoke out, words occasionally muddled by sniffles and long bouts of crying.


    “I’m sorry father! I couldn’t stand watching her steal all your hard work! She’s became a filthy leach! Once a peasant, always a peasant!” he wailed out in despair, his father unsure how to respond.


    Looking over to his soon to be ex-wife, he saw a pool of blood expanding from below her head, no longer any signs of life present apart from the occasional rigor mortis.


    “It’s not fair! What did I do that was wrong! All I did was rid this word of a dirty leach and mum calls me a demon! She was the one who said that they were better off dead!” he continued, bloody hands attempting to dry his eyes as tears flooded nonstop.


    His fathers’ expression worsened as he looked at his crying son, choosing to embrace him in a hug instead of calling an ambulance.


    A pair of hollow blue orbs turned back towards the body which hung directly behind him.


    Just recalling how she would act around him made him sick.


    It was the last year of middle school, his age now 16. The school year was over, and he was about to enter a new year.


    There had been a girl who had become infatuated with the idea of living a luxurious lifestyle. She came from an upper-class family but had no skills to her name whatsoever. The typical spoilt princess.


    So, when her eyes first landed on Nathanial, who was the son of a major international conglomerate, she decided right then and there to do whatever it took to marry him.


    And so began many schemes, including isolating him from his peers through rumours of his past, stalking him obsessively to see what things he was interested in, constantly pestering him all the time to get him used to her.


    The blonde simply couldn’t take it anymore.


    He invited her to his house, making sure to tell her not to tell anyone of their “date” and then got rid of her.


    And oh god did it feel good. The surprised look on her face as the blade tore up her internal organs, the crimson blood which splattered on the floor, the screams which sounded better than any symphony in the world.


    The only thing that wasn’t pleasant was the look he got from his father. He knew that Nathanial had invited a girl around. And that said girl wouldn’t be leaving the house unless she was in a garbage bag.


    But... he’d created this monster. If only he’d been vigilant enough to protect his only son. Alas, it his responsibility to look after him. One way or another.