Hooded Phantom Rebirth

Season 2: Episode 17

Joseph's POV

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Said pretty much everyone in the room with me. I scratched the back of my head and grinned awkwardly. "It-it's a long story but both me and Zenith came to a-," was all I could say before Ladybug came over towards and gave me the most painful slap I've ever felt, hell I'm pretty sure even Zenith felt that. "Owie ;w;," I said, rubbing my cheek. "Do you have any idea how stupid that was?!" Yelled Ladybug. "Please, let Joseph explain his action," said Davila putting his hands on both of our shoulders. "Yeah, so start talking," Said Daniel, crossing his arms. I sighed as I sat back down to the bed. "Alright. But I suggest you guys sit down. It might take a while......."

Meanwhile,
Michael's dad's POV

I walked down the stairs of our second-story house, with me usual home clothes. My wife and I got to another one of our fights. Only this time, like our last fight was about Michael. She couldn't understand why I kicked him out of our house. She couldn't believe it. Her own child, out in the real world. Well I say good riddance. He was nothing but trouble and a disgrace. Hell, I hope he's out there struggling. Maybe he'll finally get what's coming for being such a nuisance.

The house was quiet. Quieter than usual. I sighed as I grabbed the last beer off the fridge. Looks like I'm running out of booze. "Damn, better make this one last," I said to myself as I took a big gulp. I walked over to the living room and sat down, with beer at hand. I looked down, noticing the small table between me and the TV. I noticed small bible in the middle of it. I put down my beer and grabbed the small  bible. I opened it and saw a small photo of me, my wife and my son. I looked at it and paused for a moment. I began to tightly hold it and felt a tear beginning to form. I quickly shook it off and quickly put the photo in my pocket. I heard footsteps in front of the stairs. I turned to see my wife. "Where the hell are you going?" I asked her. She looked at me. "I'm going out in search for our son," she said boldly. "Don't bother, he probably doesn't want to see us," I said. "Us?! He doesn't want to see you!! And I don't care what you say, I'm looking for him, whether you like it or not!!" She said as she stormed out of the house.
"Hmph, you might not like what you see," I said to myself.

I grabbed the remote that was on the table and turned on the TV. I looked around, trying to find something good in the TV. I look around a bit longer, taking another sip in my beer. It looked like nothing was on. That is until I found a UFC fight. I smirked as I pressed it and started watching the fight. It was a brutal fight. And I mean brutal. But as I continued watching, the TV began to act strange. It began to look and sound like static. Which was strange cause we just paid for the cable to work. I had a bad feeling about this. But I decided to brush it off, seeing as how they probably scammed us or something. The cable company I mean. So I just turned off the TV and took another sip of my beer. But then the lights started to act up. They began to flicker on and off, which was strange. They kept flickering faster. I began to worry. So I rushed to one of the cabinets, putting my beer on top of it. I quickly pulled it open and pulled out my Glock. I quickly loaded it. But as I did, the light bulbs began to shatter one by one, to the direction I was in. I aimed my gun around feeling a bit of sweat coming down on me. What the fuck is going on?

I walked around, aiming my gun. I couldn't see anything. It was pitch black. I could hear footsteps around me. Someone has to be messing with me, I thought to myself. I could hear distant whispers along with growls. "Is someone there?! If so show yourself!!" I said looking around. The whispers were getting louder and sounding more threatening. I began to hear deep breaths along with more footsteps. I started to panic. "I-I HAVE A GUN AND IM NOT AFRAID TO SHOOT IT!!" I yelled as my gun suddenly went off. "Shit!!" I said getting slightly spooked. I chuckled nervously. "Guess the safety was off," I said putting it back on, still a little spooked. But that's when it hit me.

It was quiet.

I looked around, still holding onto the gun. There was a long pause. I sighed in relief. "I guess I scared it off," I said as I lowered my gun. Suddenly, I heard hard knocking on the door. That made me jump a bit as I aimed my gun at the door. The knocking became aggressive, to the point that whoever was knocking, could've broken down the door if the really wanted it. I steadily walked over to the door. The knocking grew louder. With my gun on one hand, and my other hand grabbing the knob, I quickly pulled the door and aimed my gun. But to my surprise, there was no one there. I took a step outside and looked around. Nothing seemed to be shady at the moment, so I went back inside. I locked the door behind as I talked to myself. "What the hell is going on?" I said wiping off the sweat from my forehead.

"Maybe I have something to do with it. . ."

I quickly turned towards the voice, which lead to the living room. My eyes widened. "Hello. . . . Father."

"You...... What the hell are you doing here?" I said aiming my gun at Mike. "Now now, there's no need for that. I only came here to say hello," he said, as he stood up, showing himself wearing a dark trench coat. I kept my gun at him. "You're breaking and entering, which is a felonyin it of itself. So you need to leave, now," I told him, while still thinking, how the fuck did he get in here without me noticing? Mike smirk mischievously. "I have my ways, father. After all, I have lived here once. That was until you decided to kick. me. out," he said. My eyes widened. "How the- how did you know what I was thinking?" I said, surprised and baffled. He looked at me as his eyes turned bright red. My eyes widened as I held the grip of my gun tighter. "What's wrong? You seem. . . . . Scared," he said as he walked towards me. I started to back up slowly. "St-Stay back!! I'm warning you!!" I said as my hands started shaking. "D-Don't make me do this!!" I yelled. I felt my back hit the wall. I was cornered. What do I do? "Oh don't be scared father. . . . . . This won't take long."

I screamed from the top of my lungs as gunshots could be heard from within the house. But then. . . . . .

There was total silence. . . . .