Bill ran home at night, knowing the plan. He knew what he was about to do could change his life. I was about to start the plan. Step one was to defy his father.

     He turned off all of the lights and sat at the table. We wanted a creepy effect.

     The door opened. "Bill! Where are you." Mr. Cipher switched on the lights. He saw his son sitting at the table with a death glare. "What's wrong with your face. You look even worse than you ideally do."

     "Hi, sir. How was work?" Bill asked sarcastically.
    
     "What's wrong with you, boy? I don't appreciate your tone of voice." He said with a hint of anger in his voice.
 
     "Nothing. I was just about to get things done. I'll start with step one." Bill said evilly with a deadly smirk on his face.

     "Step one of what? Your choirs? You should have done step one hours ago." He scolded, only to fuel Bill's need to get rid of him.

     "You have always been a thorn in my side. 'Oh there's Bill, but don't worry. He's not my son!" Bill mocked his father. He got up and slowly, yet effectively, made his was to his father. A blue flame appeared in his hand. "Do you remember when you hurt me today?"

     "I don't recall." Mr. Cipher gulped.

     "Don't play coy. Do you remember?"

     "I vaguely remember." Beads of nervous sweat trickled down his face.

     "Okay, now imagine all the abuse you've ever given me and bundle it all up. Would you saw all of that would kill a person? Just a though." Bill asked in a evil manner.

     "I suppose but—"

     "Good." Bill made a ribbon of fire, by waving his hand through the air, knocking his father off his feet. "Now, let's see if your right." He shot blue fire into his fathers mouth and he instantly died. "The most painless way to die. You might have been evil, but you were still my father.

     Bill packed all of his stuff and got ready to run away. "Here I come."