"Dad!"

"Alex!"

The blonde man said nothing. Alex Saverem was drunk again, but this time he was filled with such toxins that he felt pain. Horrible pain. Pain that hurt so bad he wanted to die.

Alex wasn't an alcoholic. No, definitely not, but he had gone through such emotional scarring that it drove him to drinking. His sister, Mary, and brother-in-law, Rowan, had recently died in a car accident. In the car with them was his best friend Joey. And if that wasn't enough, his brother, Steve, had gotten shot as what they call "self defense". Later Alex found out it was cold blooded murder.

The death of Mary, Rowan, Joey, and Steve along with drinking had driven Alex to this. Putting a gun to his head. And now was the time to pull the trigger. He was ready to lay down and die.

"Alex!" His wife, Rem, started, "Put the gun down. You don't want to do this." Behind her back Rem shooed their son, Vash to his room with his brother.

Tears filling his eyes, Vash reluctantly agreed and ran down the corridor to his room.

Once he reached the room he slammed his back against the wall and panted fearfully. His brother, Knives looked at him strangely.

"Vash?" Knives said walking towards him. "What's wrong?"

In response the boy slid down the wall and pressed his legs into his chest, sobbing.

Knives looked at the door, then back at Vash. "Vash." He stated calmly. "Tell me what's wrong."

Vash's reply was only more heart wrenching sobs that once again racked his body.

The pale boy lowly placed his had on the door knob before Vash finally spoke up. "Don't-" He started, his voice raspy. "Don't g-go out th-there."

"Why?"

"Just...d-don't." Vash's eyes held fear like Knives had never seen. It sent chills down his spine just to look at those terrified eyes. He had to find out what was going on in this house.

"Stay here, Vash."

"Knives don't!" But it was too late. Knives had run out of the door and down the hall.

Knives walked in at exactly the wrong time. Before him was his father, holding Rem's arms behind her back and slamming her into the table. And his free hand was pushing a pistol into her neck.

Soon Knives was suddenly unable to hear, but he could tell by looking that his father was cussing and yelling at his mother. Knives heard only a single clap, like thunder, before his mother's limp body fell to the floor in a puddle of her own blood.

The sound returned to him as quickly as it left. The 12-year-old boy then heard his father's last words.

Alex looked down at his murdered wife. "Oh God, what have I done?" He screamed, tears now streaming down his face. "I-I killed her." He said raspy. "I-I killed Rem! My own wife!" He turned towards the mirror on the wall and dropped to his knees. "I don't deserve to live anymore."

Knives was looking at the back of his father's head, stock still from shock. Another loud clap before Knives realized that his father killed himself. Blood was splattered on the young boy's face, leaving a clean streak down his cheek from a single silent tear before blacking out.

Yeah I know short....BUT IT'S ONLY THE PROLOGUE! I also know it is dark, demented, sad. But it is gonna get cheery later. Please click that little button in the corner and leave me a little review purdy pweese!