Chapter One
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OCTOBER 9TH WASN'T THAT UNUSUAL OF A day. The slight chill and fluttering breeze was actually a nice change from the usual blistering cold and suffocating winter coats that most were forced to wear during this time of year. It was almost a serine time where families spend a day keeping each other company, and doing little else but that.
The Truscott family was no different in this matter.
Ryan Truscott, age 38, was staying home today with his 'perfect' little family. His wife, Rose, and daughter, Sara, were both in the kitchen preparing some spooky Halloween cookies. His two year old son, Stephan, was sitting on the floor quietly with the family dog Trixie. And, everything about the little family screamed normality.
At least on the outside.
On the inside the Truscott's were a hop, skip, and a jump away from a breakdown. Ryan was currently having a very open affair with his bodacious secretary Lilith, with whom he had a meeting in a few hours time. Rose, having known about the affair, was so close to calling it quits with Ryan that she'd been in contact with a divorce lawyer, and on top of all that, little Sara's ADD was causing her reputation as the family retard to become more widely know and accepted. Hell, the only normal one of the family seemed to be the abnormally quiet two year old Stephan.
Though, the child didn't seem that normal in the first place.
He displayed very prominent signs of antisocial personality disorder, which wasn't as easy to fix as the pediation suggested. He was quite content with ignoring anything that didn't interest him, which was most people and things. Even the dog had a hard time getting the child's attention, but so far, the most surefire way of getting the little boy to pay attention was to hold a knife in your hand while you talked. Which, quote for quote was, "Simply because of the reflective metallic surface of the blade," as said by the boy's physician, "No harm will come of it, he'll grow out of it soon."
So, as most families with a front do, they ignored the problem completely and waited for solutions to fly through the front door with the afternoon showers. Which, in this case, they would. Though it wouldn't be the kind of solutions they had planned for, it would be a solution to all their problem none the less.
All their problems indeed, seeing as how Beyond Birthday had taken an interest in the family.
The young man was still coping with the fact that A had committed suicide, and being who he was, he knew that he wouldn't be living much longer. And because of that he needed to find someone to take his place when he dies, which was very likely with the plan that he had come up with and committed to. It wasn't that he was suicidal, it was just that he had to win. Even if that meant his life.
The breeze pushed back some of his tamed raven locks. His untucked white button down shirt, dress slacks, and shoes to match, made him look the part he was prepared to fit into. A business associate of Ryan's that would be over for dinner today. Though, he was sure that after a half hour with him Ryan would figure it out, but by then it would be too late. Beyond would already be in.
As he walked up the path way to the beautifully maintained home he chuckled. A practiced laugh that almost made him sound like an uptight business man. It had, after all, taken a hell of a lot of practice to get his laugh to sound that way.
As he reached the dark mahogany door, poised to knock he smiled deviously. He'd get his apprentice yet.