A male corpse falls on the ground. The color of crimson stained his clothes. Another, younger, male bends his knee to reach his level. He chuckles. "This should go quickly. I don't want to waste my time." the young male says calmly, almost showing happiness, grabbing a knife. The older male stares blankly. His firm lips then drop into an angered face. He then speaks.
"You shouldn't have done this. I am your fath-"
"FATHER?! You're nothing to me!"
"I am your.." he coughs. "Father. You don't kill your family..."
"AND YOU DON'T KILL YOUR WIFE!"
After the exclames all goes silent. "You don't kill your wife." he looks down, and begins to sob.
"You need to leave my life."
"I am the one who fed you when you were small. Remember that. I helped you live."
"Well, remember this while you rot." he stabs his dad, in the jejunum. "That wasn't living life. It was living hell. Now you get to see it yourself." he drags the knife up to his heart. His blood begins to stop flowing to his brain and he quickly stops breathing. His son checked his pulse.
"Beep....beep....beep............." nothing.
He takes a reliving sigh and walks away. "Now, to find my mom." He smiles a bit, hiding his anger.
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The Snake-Boy
Short StoryA large snake, with the power to become mostly human. A sweet mother, and a abusive father. What could possibly go wrong?
