Crows

FELIX

Her name was JoJo, an unusually unique name for the only child born to the Gibbons family at the time when traditional was in. At age seven when the estate caught fire she experienced her first tragedy. Both parents perishing left her the sole heir to their entire fortune. Greedy uncles, aunts and of course the occasional estranged cousin attempted to take her place but thanks to the vigilant eyes of the head housekeeper, Edward, she remained safe. The best thing about having an estate made with a stone base is that fire can only destroy so much, and it was contained quickly but only after claiming the lives of its most important occupants and several of their loyal servants. Of course when such a thing happens, foul play comes into question, but by the time I met JoJo all of these accusations had died down and she had blossomed into a twenty-three year old ball of energy, running Gibbons industries with an iron fist.

We hit it off quite quickly considering we were just the right amount of fucked up to match. She was twenty-five and myself thirty when we decided to tie the knot. I forwent the name Felix Quaid for the much more powerful Felix Gibbons and haven't looked back since. A year later my son, Kevin Gibbons, our heir to everything and my claim to the estate was born.

Edward told me and JoJo, after our dinner, that there had been a problem in the courtyard earlier. JoJo and I were having a fight at the time, in which she accused me of cheating, which was well founded, but I couldn't let her know that. Nevertheless she stood frigidly away from me as Edward told us about the event.

"Yes, Madam, I found him mangled," said Edward in a hushed tone.

JoJo rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "Great."

I chuckled. Lovely, another problem to bring the rumors.

Edward cleared his throat as he added, "Sir, and Madam, I believe we can keep this under wraps but you will both have to try not to bring any unneeded attention to yourselves."

"Yeah, alright Edward." I rolled my eyes as I waved Edward off.

He bowed to each of us and quickly scurried into another room. JoJo eyed me before she walked up slowly to me and jammed her finger into my chest.

"We need to talk." A smile crept onto my face but quickly ran away as she slapped me. "Upstairs, I better see you--" she stomped away.

I rubbed my face where I'm sure there was now a hand print and couldn't help but fight off the feeling there was a storm brewing in the house; a storm none of us were getting away from.

I felt my rage burn in place of the handprint. Never one to control my temper; I couldn't stop myself from breaking a very intricate vase atop a nearby table. Shards of glass had promptly wiggled their way into my hand and the rest skidded noisily across the floor. How dare she lay a hand on me; she doesn't even deserve me and all I do for her. I was already stomping toward the kitchen by the time the blissful adrenaline had faded. Behind me lay trail of blood easily tracking back to my now dark red fist. Disturbed by the commotion, Edward had already exited the kitchen and intercepted me.

"Master Felix, what happened?" He asked before calling loudly for Gwen.

"There was an accident." I said gruffly.

"Oh, you must be more careful, sir," he said as Gwen slid through the door at a brisk pace. His eyes bulged as they followed the trail of blood behind me, soaking into his beloved oak floors.

"Gwen, take Master Felix and bandage him up," said Edward quickly.

"Of course," said Gwen softly as she took my other hand and led me away, while Edward took off frantically to clean up the blood trail.