Family Ties

Chapter Three: The Boiling Point

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"So, you're the monster who slit a priests' throat, you're very menacing with that frying pan," he casually drawled not even batting an eye her way. The very word 'monster' sends her into a rage. 

Sadly, he isn't done with her yet. As she bashes his head with the frying pan he puts on a horror movie. "Ouch," he replied with a bored tone. "Do you think your mother Loraine would be proud of you staining the floor of that holy place with blood?"

Knowing another hit in the head won't bother him, Maxine throws the frying pan with a dent the size of a watermelon in it, into the TV. That came as a surprise to him. Maxine smirked with vile satisfaction that she was able to startle the intruder that dared to bring up her deceased mother.

"That's a bit barbaric dontcha think? I'm sure mommy and daddy won't approve of you tearing such a nice house up well if mommy was here." It is then that Maxine remembers her father sleeping upstairs, how is it that he hasn't heard any of this and haven't come yelling down the stairs with a shotgun? Something obviously doesn't add up in Maxine's head. "What the fuck do you want!?" It is then that Colt realized that this is a harder task then he thought it would be, he reveled in the fact that he had a challenge to solve and on a time limit. The very thought thrilled him.

"How about a martini and a one night stand with Lorraine. She looks smokin' even after she's dead."

She sat on the couch to the left of him, every bone in her body was shaking with not only rage but, anxiety as well. He knew that it must be amended too. "Listen here punk ass bitch and if you say another goddamn word I will shove that martini down your throat and out through your ass, so don't give me any fucking shit. You don't get to bring my mother into whatever the fuck this is. That's what pussied ass bitches do. Another thing what in the motherfucking hell did you do to my father!? Last I checked, he was up there sleeping, he should've heard the noise and came down here with his shotgun," Maxine said angrily but then her entire body language changes.

"Now, last but not fuckin' least what do you want with me and why were you trying so hard to piss me off? Do I look blind to you?" To her most of his attempts were pathetic, she had heard many variations of almost all of them a thousand times before. Colt knew he had to enact plan B, but, now it will be harder for him to teach the girl anything unless...

No, she wouldn't possibly believe that it's only a mirage. Or he can do something that would be deemed as worse than digging up the body and/or creating a mirage of it. He believes that pulling her mother from the other plane and trapping her in mirrors will do the trick. "I guess I'll take my leave then. This place is hideous, no wonder Loraine jumped in front of the knife. It certainly wasn't to protect such a foul monster as yourself."

The way colt insulted her mother and the sacrifice she made, enraged Maxine and now she can hardly hold back her anger.

She'd always wondered what it would be like to rip someone's throat out. He then saw that plan A was still in action, with every tick of the muscle in her jaw he was closer to the fruition of his devious plan.

"Aww, what's wrong? Can't handle that mommy dearest died or the fact that you are a cold blooded monster?" Dark energy burst out of the unwitting fourteen-year-old, successfully breaking everything within view and then some.

Upon the magical explosion, Maxine passed out from the immense otherworldly energy that coursed through her veins. What once laid dormant, woke in a black rage. She had such poor timing too, her father who stood on the stairs saw the whole thing well, except for the son of Darkness that caused it and then fled the scene. All he saw was his beloved daughter exploding with dark magic, destroying everything within the vicinity.

He always knew there was something off about her. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that it's more than something off about Maxine, maybe the priest is right?

So, he did the only thing he could do. Tucked his daughter into her bed and started to clean the mess. Maxine woken up in her comfy bed, hoping that it was all just a twisted nightmare.

The black card on her nightstand assured that it wasn't. Gold ink was fancily scrawled across saying, "You are a monster and you will be hunted. Not by me. I am an ally, not a foe, do not mistake me for one. Trust me and I will ensure that you will be able to protect the ones you love. You will learn the truth in time."

The message caused over a dozen alarms to go off in her head. What does he mean by the truth? What exactly happened earlier? What is he? Most importantly should she trust the man who insulted her mother like the note says?

Maxine tiptoes down the stairs to find her father cleaning up the wreckage. Did I do this, she wondered as her feet softly padded on the wooden steps. She then finishes her descent to the living room and silently assists with cleaning. Neither of them said a word till everything was cleaned up. The rare silence echoed through the lonely house. Alexander often played music or tv to chase away the burning loneliness. Today it was more than that. Demons that music or cartoons can chase away even if they dared.

"I'm going to go pick up a new TV and then dinner," he said, hoping that it will take a couple hours. He didn't know if he could stand a house with so many happy memories and seemingly even more depressing ones.

His statement rattled Maxine.

He cooks every night, no exceptions. "How much did you see?" Maxine was worried that he would send her away and this time willingly. She didn't know if she could handle that mentally. Alexander, her father hummed a popular song and blatantly ignored her. Maxine wasn't sure whether that was good or not, only time will tell.

She was tempted to pack her essentials and just leave but, sadly, she had nowhere to go. She had about a hundred dollars which won't last long. A friend's house is out of the question. Most fear her too much to be friends, others, pity her too much. Maxine loathes pithiness well, except for when she can use it to her advantage. Plus, it would be wrong for her to drag a friend into this. "Bye, get some rest hun." Alexander rushed out before she can say anything. He feared her. He wasn't able to face these newfound feelings.