The doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of a human being. A brown-haired male was sitting on the couch, enjoying some Doctor Who.

His ears perked up at the noise and he groaned, not wanting to get up. But he did, and traveled to the wooden door. The male grabbed the handle and twisted it, opening the door.

On the other side was a man dressed in full black, with a fedora on his head. "Is this the Patrick-Smith residence?" The mysterious man asked the brunette.

"Yes. I am Matthew Patrick of the Patrick-Smith family. How may I help you?" Mat answered with a question.

"I am here," The man reached in his pocket. "TO KILL YOU!" He grabbed a knife and shoved it through the theorist's chest, causing blood to erupt from the wound.

An ebony heard the screams of his lover and turned to his sons, Link and Scott. "Daddy will right back okay you two? Hide in the closet and don't make a sound. I love you both." Both of the children did as told and ran into Nate and Mat's closet, hiding themselves in the pairs clothes.

The ebony now ran down the stairs, and stopped. Mat was on his knees, a knife pushed into his chest. He ran to his love and ignored the mystery man standing over the body.

"Now." The man grabbed the ebony's hair, pulling him up. "I don't intend to be messy. But I will now. Goodbye Nathan Smith." The man reached for another knife, but Nate pulled back, losing some strands of his hair.

"You've killed the only one who could truly understand my condition. Now, he's coming out." Nate started to breath heavily, and a small groan escaped his lips.

"Who is he? And what condition?" The man mumbled as he neared Nate. "Doesn't matter. You die anyways." He rose the knife above his head, but something got to him first.

A small ebony boy with brown eyes stood at the top of the stairs, a pistol in his hands. The boy sighed, dropping the weapon. A younger boy was behind their older, and had blond hair and blue eyes.

"Is he dead Scoot?" The younger said, using a nickname for the older child known as Scott.

"Yes Link. Now, let's go help Daddy!" Scott yelled, running down the carpeted stairs to his father.

Nate's eyes widened as the two children ran to him. "N-No! G-Get away! RUN!" He yelled at them. "Please run as fast as you can!"

Scott nodded and grabbed Link's arm, running out the back door. The two boys hopped the fence with some trouble, and soon arrived at the Random Encounters house.

AJ heard the door ring and put his daughter next to him. Then she followed her father to the door.

Meanwhile, Nate was having even more trouble keeping his demon inside of him.

"GET OUT!"

"NO!"

"LEAVE!"

"NEVER!"

Nate growled, getting to his feet. He was defeated.

"Now it's my turn to play."