1 Prologue

20 years ago.

Thunder rumbled loudly in the sky. The intensity of the boom woke a young boy of about 8 up who sat up abruptly in bed. He looked around in confusion until he realized that he had woken up because of the thunder and lightning. He never liked rain though he never knew why. Well if anyone were to ask him why, he would most probably say that he didn't like the cold that followed after.

The young boy got off the bed and headed to his mothers room so that he could sleep with her. He didn't think that he would be able to sleep again anytime soon on his own. He got there but his mother was not in her room so he headed downstairs hoping she was there.

He found his mother all right, but she was not alone. She was with a man that he recognized almost immediately, his father. And he was strangling her. He hated his dad for as long as he could remember. The man was a useless, lazy, fat-so who worked his mother to the bone while doing nothing. He was also a drunk who did nothing on their farm despite the large property that he owned.

When the meteors fell, he was out and hadn't returned for twoo whole days. But now he was back and the first thing that he did when he came back was to attack his mother.

Rage filled him as he stood in the doorway and saw this. His mother was the first to notice him. Even while being strangled and suffocating she still managed to find the strength to mouth the words for him to go back to his room.

Instead of doing that he charged his old man, hoping to knock him aside and save his mother. But how could an eight year old child hope to knock a slightly obese 42 year old man off his feet so easily. Instead he was the one to fall on his butt.

That caught the bastards attention as he turned to face him. After seeing who it was a smiled gruesomely and changed targets. His father grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged him outside into the rain. At least he isn't attacking mom anymore, he thought.

He saw his mother from the corner of his eye. Her eyes haggard and haunted at the thought of what her husband would do to him. He heard his mother call out to him and rush at his father. She grabbed him and tried to persuade him, saying that he was just a kid, he didn't know what he was doing and that if he still wanted to hurt someone he could hurt her.

His anger grew when he saw his father backhand his wife. She fell into the mud and some splattered on him. His father turned back to him and straddled him. Then the punches began. He tried to resist but he was no much for his father. He knew that, his old man knew that, his mother knew that and whatever unfair god that existed out there knew that. He cursed his existence for the umpteenth time.

Suddenly the weight of his dad on his chest was lifted. He managed to open one swollen eye to see what was happening. He half expected to die this evening. he was surprised to see his mother fighting his father off for him.

She never directly went against him. Somehow she had gotten hold of a weapon - a shovel and was using it to fend him off. Her resistance, however was short lived. Eventually, the old bastard managed to take the weapon from his mother and knock her to the ground.

He raised the weapon high to strike. In that moment he knew without a shadow of a doubt that his father was about to kill his mother. His rage reached unprecedented levels and he felt something inside him shatter.

People used to tell him that he got angry way too easily and he should learn to control it otherwise he would end up doing something that he would regret for the rest of his life. Well he didn't think that he was going to regret this.

New strength filled him as he got up. He noticed that his dad was moving slowly, whether in a weird show of theatrics or for what ever reason, though he didn't care. He rushed over and before he knew it he was in front of his old man.

He blamed the sudden increase in speed on adrenaline. He pushed his father away. He must have been doing something right because unlike last time, the old man was actually flung through the air.

In a second he was on him throwing punch after punch after punch. A red haze filled his vision as he vented out his anger. Slowly, the red haze disappeared as he calmed down and what he saw beneath him disgusted him to the point of almost vomiting.

What was left of his father was just mangled flesh and blood. he could even recognize the face of the man that he had known all his life. He looked at his hands which were covered in blood. The musty, metallic scent of the liquid filled his nostrils and this time he actual did vomit.

He got up slowly and walked to his mother. She had a look of shock on her face after all who wouldn't after witnessing this scene. She noticed him walking towards her and she hurriedly backed away.

Is it because i am currently covered in blood, he wondered. he opened his mouth to call out to her but what was stopped by what she said.

"Monster."