Chapter Six: The end of Peace

Warren Peace ran. His heart pounded so hard he thought it would burst from his chest, and his lungs burned. But still he ran. His mind was racing too. What did his father want? Why now? How had he gotten out of prison? Warren thought of his mother tied on the bed, knowing she was about to die. Waiting.

His muscles tightened as he ran faster.

"He won't hurt her, not if you can stop him." Warren thought as he ran. He continued to pick up peed, until he was running so fast his mind was blank. His ears blocked out all sounds, except his feet stamping on the pavement and his breath rasping. He stopped suddenly and his insides froze.

He was home.

He paused for a moment, catching his breath. Warren knew that when he went into that house, he would see his real father again. Not some robot copy, but his father. He also knew he might never leave.

He started up the path, his jaw clenched tight, a look of determination and anger crossed his face. He got to the door and stopped.

"This is it." He thought.

Warren stopped again. Fear penetrated his mind, but he pushed it away. He knew he had to save his mother before it was too late. He raised his leg and kicked the front door was so much force that it broke off of the hinges, tiny splinters of wood went everywhere.

Silence. Warren waited.

"Get the fuck out here!" Warren yelled suddenly, hoping to scare his father into revealing himself. "I mean it Barron Battle; I won't play your bullshit games."

"Barron Battle?" Said a voice from behind him. Warren whirled around to she his father emerging from the shadows. "Come now son that's a little impersonal. Why don't you try dad?"

Warren moved closer. He looked into Barron Battles eyes. Into his fathers eyes. Warren tensed. When he looked into them he saw the truth. His father was insane. And that scared Warren more than anything.

"Bite me." Warren said angrily. He lit up his hand.

"That won't stop me you know. I can never be stopped. I am eternal. I am ..."

"Fucking crazy." Warren interrupted as he threw a ball of fire at Barron Battles head. He ducked. Warren continued to hurl fire at his father, who bobbed and weaved expertly. Non of his fireballs came even close to hitting.

"What the hell's going on?" Warren thought "Its as if he knows exactly what I'm gonna do. But how?"

As if sensing what he son was thinking, Barron Battle laughed.

"Come on son, you must have figured it out after Robbie the robot tried to kill you and your lover."

"The robot? What did that have to do with anything?" Warren thought. Then it hit him. Realisation spread across his face, followed by pure fury.

"That was sent by you wasn't it? To see how I fight!"

"Congratulations Warren, you're not nearly as stupid as you seem. Of course I sent it. I had to analyse how well you fought. Couldn't come unprepared now could I" His father taunted.

He moved closer to Warren, and before he knew it, Warren was being pinned down by his father. Warren squirmed underneath him, but stopped abruptly when his father landed a punch in his gut.

"Pay attention!" He screamed. His face was inches from Warren's now. "Now what I didn't expect to see, Was my son, MY ONLY SON, with a man. And not just any man. My son, Warren Battle, is whoring himself around with that filthy, worthless Stronghold!"

Warren snapped. His eyes turned a fiery shade of red and a hot force pulsated through him. He pushed his father off of him, as if he were no heavier than a blanket. Barron battle flew across the room until his back hit a wall. He slid down and lay slumped on the floor. Warren's body erupted in flames. His father stirred, and looked up at his son. The look of primal anger on Warren's face was the last thing he saw. Warren hurled a fireball at his father, bigger than any so far. It hit his father in the chest, and Barron Battle screamed in pain. The fire flowed over him, until suddenly, the sprinkler system his mother had installed "Just in case" activated.

The fire was put out. Warren stared at the charred, lifeless body of his father. Warren watched, as smoke poured from the silent mass that was once the most evil man in the world. Suddenly he thoughts were interrupted by one that screamed out to him.

"Mom." He whispered.

A second later he was up the stairs. He burst through her bedroom door and what he saw sent a wave of nausea through him. She was dead. Her neck was snapped, her frozen eyes stared at Warren. He stood for a second. In shock. He did not move. He couldn't. His mind shut down, his breathing slowed. He didn't even notice when Will ran up the stairs. He didn't hear the frightened yelp, or feel Will's hands pull him into a tight embrace.

But he felt the tear. A large tear rolled down his cheek, and suddenly the world came rushing back. His legs buckled and he fell to the ground, dragging Will down with him. He burst into tears, sobbing violently.

Will held him in his arms, rocking him slightly.

Warren cried for his mother that night. And he cried for himself.

He cried for the loss of Peace.

-end-

AN: oh. So, this will introduce a new element in Warren I think. Sorry if that was depressing, but I got a death threat the other night, and I'm a little stressed. It was the real kind... But yeah, will still keep writing, if that's what y'all want.