I wanted him dead.
I didn't care how, I didn't care why, I didn't care when. Except soon. It had to be done soon. I hated that rat, that bastard always loved him more then me. Always. No matter what I did, I died and that bastard brought me back, only to leave me when I'm most docile. Bastard. Bastard, bastard, bastard. BASTARD. I fucking hate him. I fucking hate the bastard and his sons. I was supposed to be the one to get the glory, I was the first born! Not that stupid gold-haired, wet behind the ears WHELP you call a son! I was the one that helped you all those times and on all those expiriments, ME. Yet you always loved him better, loved him more. You barely talked to me, but you spent your every waking moment with them until you left.
But no, I'm apparently unimportant to you.
I don't care what I have to do. I will kill him. I'll kill them both. I'll kill all of them! Slowly, surely I will, I promise you that. I will kill him. I will, and then I will drink his blood and decorate my 'father's body with it. I'll show him his head. I'll watch him recoil, plead for mercy. Beg for forgiveness.
Then kill him.
I'd kill him slowly. Make him drink...Make him drink BLEACH. Just a little, so he wont die at first. At least, not completely. Then I'd chop off his arm and his leg so he could be like that god damn bastard's son. Since they love each other oh so much.
I'll kill him. I will. I want them dead. I want them gone.
You wait, Father Dearest.
Pride comes before the fall.