The sky was dark outside, the air cold, thunder was battling with the wind... It wasn't too different inside, either. The door was knocking, hammering, screaming echoed throughout the house. Then, the door swung off its hinges to reveal a monster. Well over 6ft, dark grey eyes that seemed to burn with a cold heat. A crooked smile on its face, teeth white and sharp, no stranger to flesh. It had thick dark hair with specks of grey that you would say added character.

It took slow, decisive steps towards the mother and her 9 year old. It''s face so close to the boy's he could smell it's stagnant breath, like ash and something rotten. "Daddy's home." Those were the words it chose, after years away, and worse, after the years it wasn't. "Didn't you miss me?" The boy let out a choked sob, eyes brimming over with tears.

"Move away from him Jera!" The mother quickly placed herself between the two, one arm behind her, the other infront. "Or what? What will you do, bitch?" He snarled, his eyes flashing a bright silver. A second later, the mother's eyes flashed a mix of purple and pink, then her hand set aflame. The father flinched back for a moment, only to laugh, a cold, bitter laugh that made her skin crawl.

"Is that all you've got?" He quickly grabbed her by the throat, squeezing until the fire went out and she clawed at his hand, desperate for breath. "Let go!" The son pushed his father, his bright blue eyes flashing a dazzling violet. He wasn't capable of much, but his hands produced a little spark which shocked the man enough to catch his attention.

"Aww, our little man is tryna protect his Momma." His smile almost looked proud, before it became angry, vicious. He dropped the woman to the floor, where she landed on her knees and wheezed, quickly inhaling all the air she could. She barely had the time to reach out for her son before the man she once loved swung back his leg, kneeing their child in the chest, and sending him toppling backwards.

His head hit the edge of the coffee table with a crunch, before the thing shattered, leaving him lying surrounded by glass. He was out for a good half hour, and when he finally opened his eyes, the head splitting pain pounding and screaming, the boy almost wished he never did open them. His mother was bloody and still on the floor, curled in on herself, arm outstretched as though reaching out for her son.

He rushed to her side, shaking her, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. It took him a moment, but then he smelt it. Gasoline. Like when his mother took him to the garage in town to look at the old cars. They were both drenched in gasoline and so was the rest of the house. "O-oh Gods... Y-you're alive?" He turned to see his father, and he instinctively flinched back.

"I-I'm sorry... I-I was just, s-so angry." The man looked tired, smaller than he was before. Still, the boy knew better than to trust him. He started to pull on his mother, trying to get her out of the house, not really sure how that would help, but it was all he could do. "S-she's dead, son... I'm sorry... I-I tried.... So hard..." The man fell to his knees and started to sob, crawling towards the boy.

The boy however, looked confused. Dead? How could she be dead? Grandma was dead. His doggy, Goldie, was dead. But Mummy? Mummy couldn't be dead, she just couldn't. Out of shock, he froze and hardly noticed when the man who used to be his hero pulled him into a hug. It felt nice, oddly, even from the man who did this, the physical contact helped him come back to earth.

The man shouldn't of helped do that.

The boy's eyes quickly noticed the lighter in his father's hand, the empty jerrycan by the door. His father thought he killed him and his mother, and was going to burn the place down. Burn them away so he could run and pretend it never happened. "Get. Off. Me." The words were the clearest he'd ever spoken, but still his father didn't hear them.

"GET OFF ME." He shoved his father back, leaving the man surprised and shocked, as though he couldn't comprehend why his son didn't want to be embraced by him. "Son... Look-"

"No..." He cut him off, tucking his knees into his chest. "Son, please, we have to go-" "NO!" This time he covered his ears, squeezed his eyes shut and tried so hard to make the world around him stop.

"Just listen, please-". "NO!" Again, he wouldn't open his eyes or listen. "You can't just-" "NOO!" The father's eyes grew darker, flashing silver. "I am your father! You WILL listen to me-" "NO! NO! NO! NO! I won't leave Mummy! Y-You'll have to burn me too! I won't go with you!" He wasn't going to give in, he wasn't going to move. "She's gone, Eden! I am the only one you have left! There is NO ONE else! Get it? It's me, or nothing!"

That made something in him click, and slowly Eden stood, and walked towards his father. "That's it. Good boy, I knew you'd listen to Daddy. Come here?" The man smiled, a sickening smile, but still, Eden obeyed and went up to the man, hugging him close. "I missed you so much, baby boy. Daddy missed you so much." He took a large breath through the nose, sighing deeply at the familiar scent of his son.

Then, Eden's eyes flashed a dark, violent violet. "Bad Daddy." His father went to question him, but before he could, he felt electricity strike his body from where his son's hands rested on his shoulder. "W-what was that for!?" His face was red with anger, but he couldn't move. "Stay there and shut up!" Eden's eyes once again flashed, only much brighter this time. His father went to shout, but found himself unable to speak.

He laid there and watched his son drag his mother onto the rug, and slowly pull her out of the back door and way into the back of the garden. Then, he walked slowly back in, and the man figured his son's rebellion was over. His eyes widened as his Eden picked up the jerrycan and walked up to his father, pouring it's contents onto the man, much like he did to the boy and his mother.

Eden leant down and picked up his father's lighter, and by now, the man could talk again, but he still couldn't move. "EDEN! Please, please, d-don't do this...." He tried to sound stern, but his voice was trembling. Eden tried using the lighter, but his little fingers couldn't get it working. "Ha..." His father laughed nervously, but after a minute or so his eyes flashed silver and his confidence returned. "You can't even use it! I swear, as soon as I get up, I'm coming to rip you apart!"

Eden shook his head, eye's flashing rapidly. "No, you won't.... I don't need it...." He threw the lighter beside his father before holding his hands out in front of him, and slowly, violet, blue and red flames engulfed his body. It lit the gasoline around him, setting fire to the room, but not his father, no, everything a few centimeters around his father remained intact. Eden wanted to see the fear in his eyes, that he caused him and his mother so many times.

"Y-you're a monster..." Eden smiled softly at his father's words, tears streaming down his face. "I'm what you made me, Daddy." With that said, the fire spread to his father and then quickly through the rest of the house. Eden slowly made his way out and into the back garden, taking a seat beside his mother as he watched his home burn to the ground. "I did it Mummy... I finally managed to call on fire... It's so pretty."