I told you I would come for the kid

Ezekiel had always harbored a deep resentment towards his parents and their home, a place that had only ever brought him pain and heartache. He had never visited them since the day they had abandoned him, nor had he ever desired to do so. 

Memories of his first life still haunted him, the endless pressure and guilt that had plagued him during his education, and the sorrow and remorse that had followed his brother's untimely death.

Despite the passage of time, Ezekiel's feelings towards his parents had not softened, nor had he ever found it in his heart to forgive them for the way they had treated him. 

In fact, their attempt to end his life in this new life only further fueled his anger towards them.

Yet, amidst all this bitterness and anger, there was one person whom Ezekiel truly cared for: his little brother. Nathan was everything to him, and he would do anything to protect him, even if it meant sacrificing his own life. 

The love he had for his brother was pure and selfless, a bond that transcended even death.

But there was a difference between Nathan and Edward, his grandfather. While Ezekiel cared for his grandfather, he was not willing to go to extreme lengths to be reunited with him.

 His love for his grandfather was not as all-consuming as it was for Nathan.

As the bus drove Ezekiel into the city, he was awestruck by the immense development that had taken place since his first life. The bright lights that shone almost blindingly, the towering buildings, and the bustling crowds were all so overwhelming to him. 

He couldn't help but compare it to the quiet countryside life he had grown accustomed to in his second life, and he realized that he had a newfound appreciation for the tranquility that it offered.

When he finally arrived at the location of his childhood home, the night was still young, but the city was alive and pulsing with energy. People were out and about, partying, and moving around as if it was the middle of the day.

 Despite the risks that he knew he was taking, Ezekiel had planned this moment for his entire second life. He was determined to rescue his little brother, Nathan, from the toxic environment of their childhood home, and the seemingly endless cycle of abuse and suffering that he had experienced.

Although he knew that taking Nathan with him was dangerous, especially considering the government's strict control over the population, Ezekiel could not bear the thought of leaving his brother to fend for himself in such a hostile environment.

 He was willing to risk everything to protect him and give him a chance at a better life, even if it meant putting his own life on the line.

Standing before the door of his childhood home, Ezekiel's mind raced back to the day when he had last exited it with the intention of ending his own life.

 "I told you I would come for the kid," he muttered under his breath, his determination unwavering. With a series of sharp knocks, he signaled his presence to those inside, feeling the presence of three individuals beyond the door.

Finally, he sensed someone approaching, and he allowed himself a slight smirk as he waited for the door to open. As soon as it did, his gaze met that of Stewart, the last person he had seen before he disappeared from his old life. 

"You," Stewart stammered, his recognition delayed by the years that had passed since they had last met.

Pushing past him, Ezekiel strode into the apartment, raising his arms to manipulate the electricity in the entire space. In a flash of light, the room was suddenly illuminated, and his father's stunned expression confirmed that they had not been expecting him.

"What are you doing here, and at this hour?" his father demanded, his eyes wide with shock.

Ezekiel's lips curled into a sneer as he surveyed the room, taking in the familiar surroundings of his old life.

He raised both of his arms to manipulate the electricity in the whole place , and in a blink of an eye he lit the room very fast .

Ezekiel's eyes narrowed with contempt as he demanded that his mother show herself. 

"Tell her to appear or I am going to drag her to this place," he said firmly, not tolerating her absence while he was there. 

Stewart was taken aback by his sudden appearance and even more so by his aggressive behavior, but remained silent. After a minute, Ezekiel's mother appeared in her pajamas, looking annoyed and flustered.

"Why did you come here? Do you know the consequences of you being here?" Ezekiel asked coldly, his expression unreadable. His mother was taken aback by his sudden appearance and the anger in his voice.

Instead of answering his question, she lashed out at him. "Did you come here at this hour to threaten us, you bastard?" she spat.

Ezekiel was about to retort when the phone rang. His mother hesitated before finally answering it. 

Ezekiel watched her as she walked to her bedroom to retrieve the phone, a tense silence filling the air. "Answer the fucking phone," he said tersely, not willing to waste any more time.

Jasmine's voice was trembling as she spoke, "You attacked my parents? Why?" Her eyes were wide with fear and confusion. Ezekiel just looked at her calmly, his expression unreadable.

"I had my reasons," he replied, his voice devoid of any emotion.

Jasmine took a step back, her heart racing with fear. "What reasons? What could possibly justify attacking your own grand parents?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Ezekiel's eyes narrowed as he glared at his mother. "I don't answer to you. As you can see, you've been caught, and you know what they do to people who hide something like that. You're going to be killed, and that's satisfying to me."

Stewart took a few steps toward Ezekiel and said, "How dare you talk to your mother that way?"

Ezekiel turned to his father and said, "Neither of you are parents to me."

"Do you even know what you've done?" Stewart asked. "You didn't just hurt us; you hurt your brother too. What did he do to deserve this?"

Ezekiel smiled widely and said, "Do you know why I'm here, Stewart?"

"No," Stewart replied.

"I'm taking him with me. I know for sure that you're going to be killed after this, and I can't have him die with you."

"Take our son?" his mother shouted.

"I'm taking my brother with me," Ezekiel stated firmly.