"I'm sorry... But did you just say that you OWNED QUILL?!" This was it, I snapped. "Quill is not yours and never will be. You TORTURED HER so she sent you pathetic little allegiance messages to tribes around to make them turn on each other," my voice was barely a breathy whisper by this point. "I found her and nurtured her back to health. She was DYING when I first met her!"
The man's face had turned an angry red, "You do NOT speak to your father like that." I felt eyes turn to me at the mention of the monster standing in front of my being my father.
"You lost your son the second you hurt my Mother," I spat at him, struggling to keep the tears from spilling out.
As if taking advantage of my ex-father's distracted manner, Quill bit him on a vein and he let out a blood-curling shriek. He stared at his arm as a greenish liquid took over his blood cells, making him turn a deathly pale colour.
I smirked, "It looks like your poison worked against you. There's no antidote is there?" I held out my hand so Quill could land on it.
Despite the line of blood that was already running down to his chin, he smiled. "Remember the day your Mother died?" he whispered before landing on the hard ground with a loud thump.
As if right on cue, a horrible feeling came over me. One that I should be familiar with already. I could feel the night beginning to replay in my head. She was screaming. Begging him to stop. It was just like any other night. Except... she didn't come back. I noticed the shrieks at ceased as well.
"Mother?" I finally called out.
After some waiting, my ex-father walked into the room, his body covered with blood that wasn't his, as I had later learned. As he walked closer, I got a better look at the object he was holding in his right hand. I recoiled in horror when I realised that it was my late Mother's head. The last thing I had heard that night while staring into her eyes was my father whispering to me.
"What happened to your Mother's little lux?"
And then... All hell had broken loose. I was screaming, kicking, fighting. Doing everything I could to get away from the horrible man I once believed was my father. As I desperately ran away from the once happy house, I heard someone whispering to me. I still sometimes wonder what it said.
I was pulled out of the hallucination as quickly as it began. I was panting and sweating in fear. I was washed over with relief once I realised that my ex-father was dead. Or should I have called him my late father. I shook my head; everything was so confusing now...
Then suddenly someone from the crowd yelled out, "MASTER CASPION! WATCH OUT!"
I felt an excruciating force drive into my back, making me go limp. And the world, black.
