I slumped towards the edge of the bed, my gaze fixing on the smooth glass window that was smeared with handprints. The man was brought in, a warm feeling welling up in my heart. How could I still feel something for this monster? I grasped a knife in the corners of my coat.

    "Hello," the man said in a buttered up voice, that smeared uncomfortably on his normal raspy, demonic voice.

    I didn't return the greeting, I was here to do the deed. Kill my own father that ruined my life. Ruined? Hell, that's an understatement. He tried taking it. That warm feeling was soon overcome by a red wave of rage. The man who once raised me, sat beside me exchanging me killer glances. The artificial light crawled through his wrinkle crevasses that exposed that serial killer look. It was refreshing, to finally see the mask come off. My father was a murderer, and I'm going to end it all with one stab.

    My lifelong friend Pax pushed my father to the cold mattress as if the sheets were ice water. "Apologize!" He ordered. His rage was all mine.

    For some reason I felt dirty not having an ounce of remorse for what is happening, but after I played those colored up memories of my childhood, it vanished.

    "You think you can destroy me, you're a fool..." he started, before being submerged back into the blanket. He gasped for air, as he pushed his filthy hand into his front orange vest pocket. Black metal, those black eyes, black body...

    Pax pounced on top of him, but the man shook him off like a bug. He edged towards me, spreading out his arms as if he wanted to embrace. Deadly embrace.