° you can call me monster. °

- i dont wanna wake up

When the family had finished eating.
Ethan Williams stood up, looking at the old man, which he barely even wanted to call a father.

"We need to talk." Ethan stuttered. There was only few things which made Ethan nervous. The first one was that he was afraid of not obliterated some of the evidence from the things he done. The other one. The other one was Mark Williams. His repulsive father.

Mark walked to his office, which was called his room. Ethan following his father, he shut the door behind him. Mark sat on his armchair, as Ethan was glaring at him.

"What is it, Ethan." Mark hissed, not caring about his son's words.

"Did you know Will Hayes?" Ethan blurted out. His heart was beating faster and faster.

"Yeah, we used to keep a shop with him together, why?" Mark said, avoiding eyecontact with his oldest son.

"He was murdered last night. What about my partner Mason Wells?" Ethan asked, walking slowly in circle waiting for his fathers response.

"Theres a murderer in this city?" Mark murmured shocked. "And yes. What about him?"

"He was shot today." Ethan said, now staring at his father.

"What.. How..?" Mark was now desperately wanting to know more about what his son knew.

"Did you know the whole police station got shot tonight?" Ethan said straightly, not hesitating his speak.

"Huh? What is happening?" Mark now stood up, looking directly at his son, Ethan.

"How are you the only o-one alive?" He stuttered and the psychotic smile grow up on Ethans face.

"How?.. Because your son, me, Ethan Williams, which you hate so much, isnt a police officer anymore."
Ethan breathed out, wishing his father would realize his way of speaking.

"Im glad, you would have got killed!" Mark yelled and was about to run to give his son a hug, but Ethan stepped back from him.

"How is it that youre so stupid?" Ethan raised his eyebrow and his fathers face went from relieved, to disappointed.

"What is that way youre talking to your father? Arent you my son?!" Mark yelled, his face red of anger.

"You said im not, but thats not the case. Theres one point you missed."

"What is it."

Ethan looked at his father desperately, and pityfully just like he did to Mason. "Ah father.." Ethan murmured and pulled a gun out of the back of his belt.

"You missed the point how im not police officer anymore." The smirk on Ethans face was now priceless.

Marks eyes were wide open as he watched his son, pointing a loaded gun at him.

"Huh..." Marks breathing was getting heavy.

"I am, a police officer, but the fact is that i shouldnt be. I was arrested." Ethan chuckled and his father was now concerned about his son.

"About what... do you need money? Do i need to pay you out of the jail if youre arrested?" Mark was now in total panic. Wishing his son hadnt done anything horrible.

"I was arrested for Will Hayes' murder, right before i killed the whole police station." Ethan blurted out, smiling at his father.

"Wh-what?" Was all Mark managed to say out loud.

"Dont be so shocked, father. You raised me. You hated me, you and mother broke me. Im going to make you pay for that!" Ethan was screaming, his voice cracking.

Those hypnotic eyes of his were now full of tears, as he was still pointing the gun at his father.

"I..i..." Mark was murmuring when Ethan pulled the trigger. He closed his eyes, trying not to see his precious, but hideous father.

Mark fell to the floor, his eyes were teary, as he was whimpering his last breaths.

"Tell me youre sorry." Ethan yelled, he was upset. He was crying and yelling, still pointing the gun at his dying father. "TELL ME" Ethan cried out as he fell to his knees, crawling next to his crying father.

"I-im s-s-sorry, E-ethan." Marks last words filled the room.

Ethan was out of his mind, he was crying- real tears. Not that impressive insane acting, his heart was cracked.

His mother, Nicole ran to the room as fast as she could, when she heard the gun shots. "Mark! Eth--OH MY DEAR GOD" She started screaming falling down to the floor.

Horrified of the image, where her husband was laying lifeless next to her son all covered in blood, holding a gun.

"Im sorry.. Mother.." Ethan cried as he pointed the gun at his mother and took her life, leaving her like his father.

Ethan was broken, his heart was aching for the first time.

"I-i....I killed... m-my parents..." He murmured, crying as he packed his stuff back and stormed out the house.

Ethan ran, and ran with no destination until he accidentally bumbed into a young girl.

She wasnt like the normal beautiful girl. She was pretty, but she had a short hair. Her eyes were blue, with a mix of green. She wasnt from the city and Ethan knew that. He was overwhelmed by the goddess infront of him.

The girl turned to look at Ethan,
her eyes were expressing a loving greeting, even when he bumbed into her.

"Arent you the police off--" She was asking Ethan, but now she was just staring at him and his blood stained clothes.

Ethan was empty. His eyes show no expression, his face didnt make a change he just stared at the girl in shock.

"Are you okay?" The girl asked, shaking the man from his shoulder.

"I..i am" He stuttered, he had been crying so long it made him numb, he wanted to tell that girl but what would happen?

"I am Malia" The girl smiled brightly and Ethan calmed down.

"Ethan Williams."

in other words, monster.