Prologue:
AN:
WARNING!
This is meant to be a dark story.
Read if you think you can handle it.
Kitkat.
"Mommy." A little boy speaks.
"What is it?" The little boy's mother asks turning to her son.
"Why does daddy do what he does?" The little boy questions.
"Well dear. It's who he is and we can't change that. You just need to make sure you know your place with him ok?" His mother tells him gently. "He rules the house which means he's in charge and he can do as he pleases here." She reaches over and gently trails a hand along part of the boy's face in motherly affection. "Just let him do his thing." She tells him.
"Okay mommy." The little boy nods trusting her.
...
"M-mother...?" The little boy asks almost hesitantly as he stares ahead of himself into the kitchen from where he sits on the ground in the entrance way. He doesn't notice that some of the blood splatter had gotten into him as well as the walls, a window, floor and some on the cieling.
His mothers body on the ground soaked with blood. Her stomach and chest slashed open in a single swipe slash. She still has some blood spurting out of her for a few moments and her head is tilted back with her lifeless eyes staring at the boy.
The boys shaky eyes look to his father who is slightly soaked in his mothers blood gripping a bloody knife very tightly.
His fathers eyes are narrowed and slowly lift up to look to the boy.
The boy stares at his father as he begins to tremble under his fathers fiery gaze.
Suddenly a small smile replaces the earlier frown of disapproval.
"Your turn boy." His father says and begins to advance towards the boy.
The boy begins to scramble back. "N-no!" He gasps shakily in terror. "No. No! Please!" He gets up to try to run off to just get away from his father.
