"Son?" Dad asks.

Is it really him? He looks like a freak.

What is this human muttering about? He should not be here.

Dear? Is that really you.

He looks so tense, what is happening?

I grip my head.

"You get the fuck out." I flick my hands.

"You're... you're speaking!" Mom ask.

He gets thrown back and I hear blood dripping. Oops. I might've flicked his head off his shoulder. I snap my fingers the door and the windows shut. My hands were shaking. How is this fucking possible? I thought I got rid of these idiots. They failed. The top assassins failed. I will have to deal with them later.

"Who do you think it is?" I ask.

"You''re speaking!" Mom shoots forward.

I flick my head. A chain grabs her.

"Don't you fucking touch me." I hiss.

I grab my pipe, and I light it. 

"I need some drugs." I grab it off the shelf.

I start snorting it.

"Saiki, son, you should not be snorting or smoking." Dad says.

"What do you know of me?!" I slam my hand down. 

This was pissing me off. I was getting pissed off. My anger starts shaking the room. I grab a bottle and chug it. She walks over and puts her hand on mine. She wraps her arms around my waste. I let out a breath.

"Thank you." I say.

"Are these your parents?" She asks.

"Unfortunately, yes." I sigh.