Is A Monster Really A Monster...?

Chapter 26

Jon's POV-
A man stepped out of the shadows. He strongly resembled Nick, but his skin was mush paler and his eyes were blood red. I heard Nick growl a bit and I saw Mom wince. "What are you doing here?" Nick asked, stepping in front of us protectively. "Don't mind me, I just have some business I need to attend to, then I'll be gone," he responded. "State your business, then I might spare you." Anger flashed in Nick's eyes. The man smirked before looking at Mom. My eyes widened and I gave off a low growl. "It's nice to see that you made some friends Nicholas. But I don't think they can help," he said with a sly smirk. Ashlie readied her gun, Nick had on his brass knuckles, I had my shield at the ready, Tommy held onto his daggers tightly, and Cory readied his bow. Dawn and Uni stayed behind us, ready to protect Mom. "Who even are you?!" Ashlie asked, frustration clear in her voice. "You mean he didn't tell you?" he started, laughing darkly. "I'm his father! I'm the reason he is what he is! I was the first and last love of that woman," he pointed to Mom. "No.... That means... You're lying! Please tell me he's lying, Mahtim." I looked at Emma, she just looked down. "Now, move or you will be moved." He took a step forward. "I'd like to see you try," Cory responded, drawing up his bow. All the man did was smirk, the next thing I knew I was slammed into a tree. He had my mother by the throat, and then it happened. He took out a dagger and stabbed her multiple times. He dropped her on the ground, I knew she was dying, I could feel my soul become stronger. That's not a good thing when you're sharing one with someone. I started to stand up, and tried my best to make my way over to her. I held her gently, she looked at me and smiled weakly. "You can't help her Jay, you know that she's gone," the man spoke. I looked at him, my eyes showing rage, shock, and sadness. He thought I was my uncle. "Jay died a long time ago," I muttered. "Than who are you?" he looked at me, confusion laced his voice. "It's sad that you don't recognize your own son." I looked back to my mother. "W-what?! I only had only son!" he exclaimed. "I mean, biologically I am your son. But when it comes down to it, my father was the wind, the trees, the forest. Not some pathetic man who only wanted fame and money," I spat, glaring at him. He just stood there for a moment, then I heard shouting from the sky. "Get roasted mate!" A voice said from the skies.