1st January, 2145.
Obsidian Waste, Connecticut.
3rd Person POV

"NATHAN! THE TELEVISION'S NOT WORKING!" His mother yelled from downstairs in the living room.

"And bring us a couple of beers too from the fridge!" Someone else yelled.

Nathan was sitting at the table, trying to do his self assigned Algebra homework. Of course it was a breeze, even without Nadia's help since he was such a genius. Only that it was a bit difficult since he kept getting distracted by his mother's late night excursions with her latest boyfriend, George, which usually  consisted of watching football or baseball. Two sports Nathan hated. Of course, all of this happening when they weren't fornicating, like wild rabbits. And the way his mother let him speak to her during coitus- God, Nathan hated that man.

He got up, pushing his chair back and walked over to the fridge. Inside, there was an entire row with only twist cap lager beers. He took two out, and closed the fridge with his foot, and walked over to the cream coloured three seater couch in the living room, practically shoving the beers at them.

His mother's green eyes looked at his in annoyance. "Took you long enough. Fix the TV." She ordered, twisting the cap off her beer and drinking it.

She was sitting on George's lap, wearing a faded plain jersey, and a blue shorts. There was blue nail polish on her fake 2 inch nails, and dark blue lipstick on her lips, a bit smudged in the corner. Her red hair was loose, stopping at her shoulders now since she cut it a few months ago. George had a fat face with round full cheeks, beady black eyes, and a terrible grin, with most of his teeth yellow. He was beginning to bald and grey at the same time, a large bald spot at the top of his head. He wore a stained grey jersey, a black bandanna around his neck and red wool sweatpants. What the jersey was stained with, Nathan had no idea. He didn't think he wanted to.

He walked around to the back of the television and saw that the AV cord had gotten out again. It was loose, he needed to find a new one. He plugged it back on, and the television flickered to life. "There."

"Ah! Yes! The Cowboys are only down by two touchdowns!" George yelled, taking a swig of his beer. "I'm telling yer Jennifer, they're gon' make a comeback, you'll see!"

"Oh sure. You're full of it." Nathan's mother replied, laughing. "How about if they lose to Alabama, we do it right here on the couch."

'Oh God, please don't.' Nathan thought internally. 'That is something I do not need to see.'

"What's with that look on yer face, Narco?" George asked, looking at Nathan with a smile on his face.

'He's simply trying to get into your head.' Nadia advised him. 'I've got a 87% estimate that he wants to you to retaliate -'

Nathan clenched his fists angrily at his sides, trying his best not to say anything rash. "My name...is Nathan. It's the name my father gave me. I have no intentions of changing it, so please use it whenever you're gonna refer to me."

"Well look who's trynna grow himself a pair of balls." George muttered and pushed Jennifer off his lap. He stood up, taking another swig of his beer. "Now...what'd we say about talking that unwanted person in this house?"

Nathan could feel his blood boiling, his anger rising steadily. He was about to reply when his mother's eyes shifted behind Nathan. George scowled, and Nathan already knew why. He always did that whenever he looked at Nathan's sister. Sure enough, his sister was there, still in her dress.

"What're you doing down here, you brat." George growled.

"T-The...o-only u-unwanted p-person here...IS YOU!" Nyssa yelled at him, her face momentarily turning red.

They all looked at her stunned, the silence stretching for a full minute. George let out a deep bellow and shoved Nathan aside, sending him sprawling against the coffee table, which broke under him. He charged at Nyssa who paled instantly, all of the colour draining from her face in an instant. She tried to run back up upstairs but the man grabbed her violently by her arm and jerked her back with such force, it seemed her bone almost popped out of place.

"You stupid BITCH." He snarled, striking her in the face hard and knocking her down.

Nathan grabbed a nearby vase and threw it George's head. It smashed against his cranium and he crumpled to the floor. The bracelet started flickering between the two lights, red and blue. He was becoming unstable. Fast. But at the moment he didn't care. All he cared about was protecting Nyssa. 

He elbowed George on the head when he tried to get up. Nathan barely heard his mother scream, and turned just in time to get smacked with the bottle of beer in her hand in his head. Pain flooded brain and he fell to the ground, clutching the side of his head.

He barely had time to register this until George came on top of him, swinging his drunken fists. He may have been a fat geezer but he could definitely hit hard. Several bruises formed on his face, with blood leaking from his nose and mouth, even a few open cuts now formed in his face. He couldn't focus enough to get up- George simply beat him as soon as he tried to get up.

"No! Get off of him!" Nyssa screamed. She grabbed George by his already thinning grey hair. The man yelled, slapping her away again.

The rage reignited in Nathan. He didn't care anymore. He'd kill him. Adrenaline rushes throughout his body and he overpowered George easily. He slammed his fist into her temple and the man went down with a cry of pain.  He got up in a fury and began stamping on George- on his throat. 

Over and over.
Harder and harder.

His eyes were now bloodshot, resembling the dead body on the ground. After a few more stamps he stopped, panting heavily. He backed up, shocked as he looked at his hands. How could he do this-

A loud bang was heard, and in that instant Nathan felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder from the back. Didn't his mother keep a small golden Beretta under the couch in case of emergencies-? He looked at his shirt, seeing the blood staining the green fabric around the hole from where the bullet ripped through his body. 

"You bastard!" His mother yelled behind him. "You're the same devil like your father!"

Nathan turned to face her, just in time to get shot again, this time in the thigh. He dropped to the ground on his stomach. Where was all the fight that been in him? All the energy seemed to just fade in an instant...only to be replaced with the simmering pain from the bullet wounds. 'Oh God...she shot me...' He thought shocked, with his face contorted in agony. 

His ear-bells still rung from the loud gunshot. He looked to the right and saw his blood spreading onto the tiled floor. He was really going to die here-

A loud scream pierced through the ringing in Nathan's ears. He blinked, and turned his head slightly to the right. Nyssa was on her knees, with a red aura shrouding around her neck, screaming her head off, and choking slightly. Her bracelet was flashing red- it was malfunctioning. Her mother stood over her, a look of absolute disgust on her face as she aimed the gun at Nyssa's head.

"You're a disgusting piece of shit. Go join your worthless father."

Nathan felt his anger burn inside of him once more. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt her. No one. He slammed his hand down on the ground, yelling loudly, screaming. His mother turned around, surprised he wad still alive, only to drop the gun.

The gun fired, hitting his mother in the ankle and she fell to the ground, swearing loudly. Nathan didn't waste time. A newfound sense of power seemed to appear in him. He scampered over to his mother and went on top of her, trailing blood along the grey ceramic tile floor. He heard a faint beeping, but he ignored it. He wrapped his fingers around his mother's throat, squeezing tightly. His mother flailed her arms at him, trying to force him off but he remain rooted. 

Tight.

Tighter.

Squeeze even tighter.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nyssa screaming at him to stop. But he focused on the face below him. Her face ashen from terror. Eyes bulging out a bit, red from oxygen deprivation. Tongue lolling around in her mouth, it opened in the form of a perfect 'O' of shock. Yet he still squeezed, digging his fingers into the flesh. 

Constricting. 

Snapping.

Twisting. 

All he felt was hatred. All he saw was red. Nyssa was hugging around his midsection, the red aura around her neck no longer there, but instead replaced by red raw skin. He kept hold of his mother's body, holding on even when her cooling blood started to come onto his hands. When her body was lifeless and becoming cold. When she'd bled out. He kept hold until the sun rose the next day, letting go only when the first hint of sunlight shone upon him and his sister through the window.