Jack's POV
Great, I just killed my mother and father. And I bet Gina hates me for it now! Well they practically asked for it, I mean, how could they just stab their own daughter?! They are sick, meaningless in this god-forsaken world. People like them should be murdered and sent to ((H E DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS... AGAIN)). As I walk down the street I see a little boy crying, his Father holding him from his arm smirking.
"Ow!! I-I want mom!" I heard the little boy say as he held him higher in the air, like a toy.
"Yeah, little Romano always crying for his momma, she is dead! Get her out of your little mind!" The father yelled at the boy dropping him to the ground.
"H-Hey what the hell were you doing to that little boy?!" I asked the man, he shot me a glare and stood over me.
"Is it any of your business?" He asked, like he was going to do something. I growled and walked towards the boy.
"Are you alright?" I asked patting his head. I could tell he was smiling behind all those tears. Then I felt some pain in my neck, I've felt this pain before. I start to laugh.
"You think that could take me down?! That was pathetic!" I laugh. The man growled, lunging at me. I step out of the way.
"Vhat is going on here?" A cop said, he seemed somewhat German.
"H-he p-p..." The boy said as his father clasped his mouth.
"Nothing, officer! Just, uh, playing with my son!" He said with a fake smile. I growl.
"Officer, he is lying! He was abusing his son!" I shouted. The man glares at me.
"Is that so?" The officer said. The boy bit his fathers hand.
"Y-Yes it's true!" The boy yelled as his dad took his hand away. I nod.
A few minutes later the police took him away. The kid seemed happy.
"What is your name?" I asked the little boy.
"R-Romano" He stuttered. That was a very interesting name...
"My names Jack." I smile...
