A/N: This is the new version of the death of Hunter Nite's mom (I know perfectly well how to spell "night", I just hate typing it that way.) Okay, here it is. :D By the way, Hunter is 5.

-Hunter POV-

The day my mom died was probably the most terrible and frightening day of my life. It all started with a stupid short-cut through an alleyway.

-Flashback-

"Hunter, are you sure this is the way home?" My mom questioned me doubtfully, grimacing when she noticed the slimy rats scurrying at her feet.

"I'm sure," I replied, clearly not taking notice of the rats. Just then, a filthy man, in grimy rags and a repulsive stench, came out of the shadows, a gun clutched in his grubby hand.

"Give me all your money, NOW!" He growled, immediately raising his hand, and pointing the gun at us.

I shivered in terror, grabbing onto my mom's hand tightly, and whimpered, "Mommy, I'm scared."

Mom looked at me, terror clear in her eyes, "I'm scared too."

"I said, give me your money!" The thief snarled and latched onto my mom.

"If you don't give me your money now, she goes." He threatened me, menacingly.

I felt my eyes beginning to radiate a bright, icy blue. Mom looked at me.

"Hunter, there's something I need to tell you," She choked out, her eyes blurry with tears. My eyes immediately faded back to my regular, coffee brown when I looked at her stricken face.

"GIVE ME YOUR CASH YOU STUPID BOY!" Bellowed the robber, griping my mom tighter, causing me to growl.

"Let. Her. Go." I said slowly.

"Hunter you're a-" Mom started.

"The money, NOW!" The robber yelled.

"Halfa," Mom choked out in a hoarse voice.

"A… what?" I frowned in confusion, puzzled at her words.

"Half human, half ghost."

"Mom, what… what are you saying?" I questioned her. I could hear my heart thudding loud and rapidly.

"I am saying, that your father is Nocturne, the ghost of dreams and you are a halfa." She managed to say, tears slipping down her eyes.

"Those words, will be your last…" Growled the thief, growing impatient, as he cocked his gun. I felt my eyes turn a bloody, crimson red.

"Let her go, before your blood stains this alley!" I snarled, in a voice not of my own, all childishness and fright gone.

The robber sneered.

"Foolish boy," he spat out the words like they were cockroaches, "Die."

He pulled the trigger and an earsplitting bang echoed in the silent night. Something in me snapped in that second.

"You. Will. Die." I growled, narrowing my hate-filled eyes.

"Ooh, what are you gonna do? Get your daddy?" He said mockingly.

"No, I'm gonna kill you" I said, revulsion clear in my voice.

I shivered slightly as I felt green rings wash over my body. The bracelet I wore on my wrist transported to my forehead, where it turned into a headband. My tiny green converse turned into black boots covered slightly by a pant leg of blue. My red t-shirt altered into a long sleeved blue shirt, flowing down to my waist where it was tucked into my pants, all sealed with a black belt, and my blonde spiky hair transformed into a deep black with purple tips. I growled and the man gaped.

"Y-y-you wouldn't think you could spare my life?" He stuttered in a weak voice, dropping my mom's dying body and backing away.

"You killed my mother. I will show no mercy" I said calmly, no longer the small child I was before, as I walked towards him. He backed away yet again.

I hovered in the air and swiftly grabbed him by the throat.

"Please! S-spare me! I have kids and a wife!" he choked, attempting to gasp for air, gun forgotten on the filthy, trash-filled ground.

I instantly snapped out of my daze.

"Run, run away and never come back," I said.

I released him and he fled shrieking for his life.

"MOMMY!" I choked out, tears streaming down my face like an endless waterfall.

I knelt by my mother's dying body, clutching onto her like I was the one taking my last breath.

I then remembered something

"M-m-mom am I-I a f-freak of nature? Am I the only one?" I stuttered, weeping. She held onto my hand tightly.

"We are one," She said simply, and then she fell limp at my side, Death's hand taking my mother away from me.

I cri—no, sobbed into her shirt, shaking with grief and desperately shrieking for her to come back.