His thoughts are racing. He's convinced Capone murdered his mother. However, the burning thought is that Victor is the reason why she was killed.

Of course it's his fault. He has the Capone blood in his veins. He was destined to be a monster, no matter how much he hated it.

His eyes feel watery. He's being overwhelmed with emotions, love and hate, pride and regret..
Maybe he should kill himself? That would surely end the pain. It sounded good, even though he knows his mother wouldn't of wanted that..her life would've been taken in vein if he went through with it.

He puts his head in his hands, digging his fingers into his scalp..

Something feels strange.

He lowers his hands, seeing his black hair all over them.

Victor: "What?"
He whispers, putting his hand back up, and then pulling out a handful of hair.

It's falling out..

His eyes are blank. He feels empty inside. Cold. As if his mind had been destroyed.

Capone wanted a monster. He was about to get one.

Victor gets up, and goes into the bathroom, pulling every last strand of dead hair off him. By the time he'd brushed himself off, he was completely bald. Everywhere.

He had no idea why this happened, but he'd assumed it was some sort of punishment from a divine force. He didn't really care though.

He stepped out, dressed in new black clothes, and thick black combat boots. They clomped hard with every step. He was taller than his father now, and all the training had him feeling like a goddamn army tank. Whatever happened, Victor wouldn't go out easily. He'd fight every one of these idiots if he had to.

He needed to show his father exactly what he wanted from Victor. Show him the monster he's made him over these few years.

He treads into the main room, where Capone was sitting on his throne.

Capone: "Ah, Victor! A new hairstyle?" His father calls out.

Victor: "Yeah, a new style for the new me." Victor says back in a almost happy tone, waving his arms out as if to show himself off. A few mafia soldiers stand behind him, watching curiously. This idle chat wasn't normal at all.

Capone: "New you? So you're finally going to start acting like a Capone then?"

Capone grips his fingertips onto his chair, as if getting ready to stand.

Victor: "Oh yeah. I'm gonna be just like you dad."

Victor stops right in front of the stairs leading to his fathers throne. Capone smiles, standing from his throne, but not before grabbing his cane. He then walks down the stairs, and sets a hand on Victors shoulder.

Capone: "Victor. I'm so proud. That is exactly what I wanted to hear from you."

Victors blue eyes meet Capones one last time. Then, without warning, Victor kicks Capones leg out from under him. The soldiers are alert now, but they do not jump in to protect Capone from Victors wrath.

They just watch.

Victor grabs his fathers cane, and uses it to attack Capone, shouting "This is what you wanted right?!"

He then throws the cane, and gets on top of the older man, punching him in the face, over and over and over, until there's blood coming from his nose and mouth.

Victor: "Tell me how proud you are!"

He keeps thrashing, out of control, until he places both hands around Capone neck, and squeezes.

Victor: "Tell me!"

Capone finally opens his blue eyes. He looks..peaceful, despite just having the shit beat out of him.

Capone: "Thats m-my..boy."
Victor eases his grip on the throat, realizing he's gone too far.

Capone: "Kill me Victor. Take your place on the throne."

Victor: "I don't want the throne. I want answers about my mother." He was in so much pain. Seeing his father just give into the defeat.

Capone grins, blood all over his teeth.

Capone: "She died like a dog."

Something snaps inside of Victor, and he wraps his hands and presses his thumbs down harder on Capones throat. Those baby blue eyes watching as Capone turns blue and purple, trembling from the lack of oxygen, until...he stops. Everything went limp, and Victor stands, leering over the dead body of his father.

His hands are splattered with blood, and there's a bit on his face.

He peers over to the mafia soldiers, who had just witnessed the murder of their boss.

Victor: "Anyone else?"
He asks, tone dangerous again, deep and threatening.
The men each kneel to their new boss.

Victor Capone.