Keith tucked his messy fringe nehind his ears so he could get a better view of the house he sat watching from his car. The exposed pipes and peeling paint perfectly reflected on its inhabitants.
(Silence loomed over the place)
Woefully unaware.
He grinned in delight.
Good...those bastards won't even see it coming.
Never would they expect that fragile, helpless child to come back for them. They beat him, laughed him for being a halfbreed. Funny thing that they don't know, is that the product of two species inherent the strongest attributes as there's a much larger gene pool.
Pidge hates it when he smokes, but she's not here now and he really needs this to calm his nerves.
He smiled to himself, today was the day that he will fulfill the promise that he made to himself almost a year ago.
He sticks his hand into his pocket and relaxes when his fingers touch the hilt the dagger. It will go as planned. All this won't be for nothing.
Just a few more minutes then he can jump into action, all those months of planning his revenge and training with the blades of marmora can finally be put to use.
Tick Tick Tick
Pidge hates it when he smokes, but she's not here now and he really needs this to calm his nerves.
He smiled to himself, today was the day that he will fulfill the promise that he made to himself almost a year ago.
He crawled over to his mother and cradled her limp body on his lap, he slightly flinched as her head pressed onto an open wound. His fluffy Galra ears drooping flat against his head.
"Oh mother, w...w..why did they have to t..take you f..from meeeee!!!" He sobbed onto her shoulder.
"WHYYY!!!" The sobs tore through his body and he could feel a part of himself die. The Galra took everything from him. First his father and now his mother, seems like they came back to finish the job.
"I..I promise that I will take e..everything from them, just like they took everything from me."
He forced back a yawn and thought about Pidge, she was probably still awake, busy with some project or reading some of the files she downloaded from the Galra supply ship.
His heart skipped a beat as he pictured her sitting slumped on the sofa while her chocolate brown eyes skimmed over the pages on the digital screen.
He glanced at the at the clock on his dashboard
11:46
Time to start going, He grabs his backpack from the passenger seat, he flung it over his shoulder and quietly get out of the car, a black sedan that he stole a few months ago.
Eh they were rich snobs anyway.
Ever since his mother died he found himself committing more and more crimes, nothing serious, just robbing people, using his hacking skills that pidge learned him to hack into systems and steal information, buying illegal weapons. Tonight will be his first kill, not his last.
He had to take revenge on every one of the scumbags who was responsible for his parents death. He was tired of being shoved from one orphanage to another so he ran away, he will kill at the age of 17, he's gonna kill one of his own kind.
He hates the fact that he's a halfbreed especially the Galra side of himself. He hates Galra, except for his mother of course.
She was his voice of reason, she was what he was living for now that she is killed, he has no voice of reason and he lives to avenge them. Even if it's the last thing he does.
He presses his body flat against the brick wall.
He snuck around the house towards the back door which he quickly lockepicked with his dagger. Gently turning the doorknob to avoid making noise.
As he entered he was hit with the distinct odor of smoke and dirty dishes. Scrunching up his face as he began to move deeper into the house.
The rooms were extremely clattered, clothes and half eaten food were scattered everywhere. He'd be surprised to find an empty spot.
Disgusting, these monsters repel me.
But not enough to keep him from killing them.
He can't wait to watch their facial expressions as they realize that they are paying for their crimes. He still can't decide if he wants to shoot them like they shot his parents or if he should strangle them to death. Maybe strangle them because it's more personal, he can watch them slowly die.
They came into his house twice and took everything from him, so now he's going into their house and taking everything from them.
Today is their doomsday.
