"Momma! Papa!"

Ethan screamed as he watched his parents, in which he loved so much die in front of him, he ran to them and held them close, sobbing.
The guy who had killed them loomed over the frightened and trembling boy, laughing as he held a knife to the youngsters throat.

"You're next."

The guy said.
He smelled like black licorice and alcohol.
Ethan growled as he struggled, somehow the blade manged to dig into the guys right foot.

"ARGHH!"

The guy screamed as he pulled out the blade and clutched his bleeding foot.
He trembled as he swore at the boy and then left limping.
Ethan clutched his parents, never wanting to let go.
His parents meant the world to him...and now they were gone.

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Ethan grumbled as he got out of bed.
He had to face this disgusting horrid world yet again.
He no longer lived in his house but now in an orphanage.
His feet hit the cold disgusting wood floors lightly.
He trudged over to his suit case and pulled out the clothes the orphanage had given him.
A white shirt, black pants, brown hoodie and black shoes.
His parents left him all their money.
It was a lot mind you, but he wanted to save it, though he bought few things every now and then.
He slid his long pale slender arms through the sleeves of the jacket.
Then as he was done he crept down stairs.
He was always the first one up in the tiny place.
He didn't  like the scramble and hurry in the mornings as the other kids got dressed and ready for school.
Ethan walked outside and climbed onto the roof, silently and swiftly.
He looked at the horizon, the sun was just beginning to come up.
He let out a slight breath.
He watched as his breath mixed in with the cold mornings air, making a white puff of smoke.
He frowned slightly as he sat down on the roof and put his hands behind his head then staring at the sky.
This was always his venting time as he thought of what happened to his parents years ago.
He'd avenge them and kill who ever had killed his parents since the person had not been caught.
Which made him furious.
Yet nothing showed on his pale delicate face of his, nothing more than a slight frown and dull expressionless eyes.
Ethan was known as the quiet type.
Never causing or making trouble, perfect grades which was good for the orphanage as many schools wanted Ethan at their school.
Ethan could care less about all of it.
He had no time for friends.
He had no time for foolishness.
Had had no time for anything except finding the killer of his mother and father, then a only when that happens Ethan wouldn't take time to care about a thing else.
They'd pay for taking his world away from him.
If it's be the last thing he'd do.