The Accident

2. The Son of Murder

Present day

The sun was out shining over the sky on a cloudless day, yet there was a chill in the air. As if warmth held it's breath waiting for something to happen.
After my parents died people started making sure I was mentally stable. Although I told them I was "ok" I could feel insanity trying to turn me. I don't want to lose control, I want to avenge my mother and father.
"NO! TIMOTHY TAKE YOUR MOTHER AND RUN!"
My father's last words to me.
His dying wish was for us to be safe. Yet my mother was stilled killed and all I could do was fall unconscious. The same questions always rose in me. "How could I be so cowardly, So weak to let those I love die for me and not even put up a fight?"
I was slowly being torn apart by these questions, and life wasn't any easier. Every now and than someone would whisper.  "He's the kid who killed his parents."
Kids at school stayed away from me for the most part.
I looked back in my room from my balcony.
The black walls mirriored my heart after that night. I looked in the mirror and saw my black hair and black with a slight red in one eye and blue with a slight gold in the other. With my black jacket and dark pants and black headphones and blue gloves and gold shoes I looked very different than what most people consider "normal" yet also I was a lot faster, stronger, more agile and smarter than everyone at school, whenever they asked me how I became like this I told them that I was determined to get revenge even if it killed me.
I had never lost a fight...until today.
It was a normal day, I got my stuff together and rode my blue and gold bike to school and locked it up with a red and black bike lock to the rotting green bike stands in front of the building complex I was in my 8th year of school and last year of middle school but everyone thought of me as an idiot even though they had seen what I could do with just a tap. In my 7th year I had hit a guy with my elbow across his chin and he is still in the hospital. Mostly this was because of a couple years of martial arts that I had done and a very precise strike dropped him.
As I was walking along the side-walk to my school "The Academy" it was called. Where i learned more about martial arts and other skills such as scuba diving or even cooking, it was mainly a military school. While I was walking to it I saw a tree erupt in a series of movement.
"You really like shaking trees? I guess your not a treehugger."
I said trying to keep a little bit of what people call "humor" in my voice.
"It's been a long time kiddo, did you miss me?" The voice I heard last that terrible night said.
"So you came to finish me off?"
I asked, dread coursed through me, i knew i couldn't win this fight, hate and anguish started to invade my mind, but i couldn't give up, not yet.
"I forgot to give you something last time we met. So here is a present from me. Some call me " The Son of Murder".Although you can call me "Santa" and I hear they are starting to call you "The Son of Suffering" down there is hell. Well enough small chat, i wont kill you, yet."
He appeared in front of me and bit my neck so fast I couldn't react to it. I fell to the ground and as the blood sprayed I was unable to move or speak and fell unconscious. Just like that snowy night so long ago.
Shadows, shadows everywhere, it was night

"Why am i on the ground?" i thought to myself. Then the memories all came back, but new ones came too, and i had a feeling that something was in me, no, part of me. I didnt care what it was, i got up and walked home, i was going to avenge my parents...

Even if it cost me my life.

-Error