((Sorry it took so long. I really just haven't felt like updating. I finally got to finishing up this chapter and I hope you enjoy
Abit of a side note I desided no sonic character other than fancharacters would be appearing in this fanfic.Also sorry if this one isn't as bloody. It'll get alot bloodier.))

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Chapter 2.

Daemon walked down to the river and cleaned off his blood soaked hands, cupping the clear water and splashing his face. He shook off the water and looked left and right. "I can't let anyone know what I've done..." He muttered to himself. He wasn't scared of what he just did, infact, he was proud, but scared of what would happen if someone found out.
Ignoring the bloody bodies drifting down the river, he walked back up and toward his house.

Daemon walked through his doorway, immediately noticing scattered shards of glass from the window, and afew bricks on the floor. "Damn them...Damn them all..." He muttered. Daemon's mother looked up from the table and saw him, looking with a worried face. She looked like the average fox, with pitch black fur and deep blue eyes. Her eyes looked calming and friendly, far from Daemon's blood red gaze. Daemon's mother spoke up "Daemon, what're you doing home so early?"

Daemon turned away from the broken window "I uh...Don't feal too well...I need to take a rest or something...Alot...has happened today..." He quickly stormed off to his room. Daemon's mother looked even more worried. Daemon's father came in and sat at the table "What's up with him?" He had yellow eyes and a bright shade of red for fur, with black on the tips of his ears and one pointed devil tail, Unlike Daemon's two. They both desided to leave him be.

Daemon sat at his bed for hours. Just thinking. Thinking about the three kids he killed, thinking of his mother and father, thinking of the neighborhood people. 'I shouldn't be afraid of those bastards...If only there was some way...Some way I could take care of them all just like I did those three assholes...I just don't know why they won't do anything about it...' He thought, refering to his parents. 'They have the power to kill the whole population and yet they take this crap...' He kept thinking, until he dozed off into a sleep.

Daemon stood in complete shadow, feeling a presence around him. He saw people approach him with torches and pitchforks looking at him with cold stares. Daemon looked up at the people with his own cold stare, a stare filled with intense hate. The look shifted suddenly, to a twisted, evil smile showing all his sharp teeth. As the darkness surrounded him, He used the darkness to his will and disappeared before them. Minutes later, before they knew it the darkness was gone, and the room was set bright...With fire. Every last person was caught in the blaze. Screams echoed out and into Daemon's ears and he just laughed insanely. His laugh and his screams echoed in his mind.

His eyes popped open, and he sat up in his bed slowly. He looked out his broken window and saw the moonlit sky. "I must've dozed off..." He looked the palms of his hands "That dream...It felt so real..." The screams were still firmly in his mind.

He heard a knocking from the front door downstairs, and peeked out his door to listen as he saw his father open it.
"Yes?" His father said politely. Unfortunately he wasn't greeted politely. A red, middle aged fox was at the door "Hey, my son has been missing and afew families have been worried about their sons too! Where the hell are they?" He said bitterly
The father shruged "I haven't seen any kids lately except my own boy..."
The fox pointed at Daemon's dad violantly "If I find them and anything has happened to them, you and your whole family is dead, got that?" Of course, that got the fox greeted with a door shut in his face. He walked off looking really pissed.

Daemon looked at his father with confusion "Why..." He muttered "He could've cracked that guy's neck..." He sniffed the air "Dinner's ready..."
The father laughed and shouted "Dinner's ready!" A second before the mother did. They both had quiet the nose.

Daemon came down the stairs and sat at the table, and dinner was served. Daemon and his mom only needed blood once in awhile. Other than that they could eat pretty much anything they felt like eating. A plate of spaggetti was served in front of him, and he ate unenthusiastically. They silently ate for afew minutes, when Daemon's father looks at him and says "What's wrong son? You've been acting abit strange lately..."

Daemon looked up at his father, and finally piped up "Why...Why won't you do anything about this? You two let them do this..."
His father placed his fork down and said nothing. Finally he muttered back "What are we supposed to do? They hate us, so let them...Whatever floats their boats..."
Daemon pushed his plate away, stood up, and left the table "I need some...Fresh air..." He walked out the door.
His mother and father gave eachother a confused look.

End Chapter 2