The young Daemon stood out in the middle of the porchway, Standing there staring into the palms of his hands. He felt such great power welling through him during his dream, and he wanted more. Much more. He looked ahead with his crimson eyes and saw a rather large black oak tree and ran over to it. He peaked around it and sat down against it, and began staring at his palms again "Hate..." He muttered, holding his hand up. "I hate this fucking place...I hate everyone here...I hate those weak bastards who think they have a right to treat me like this...I hate them all!" In seconds, bright red flames bursted forth right in the palm of his hand. Sparks were flying everywhere, and before he knew it there was fire building in the tree's branches. Daemon jumped and backed up away from the tree, dropping his fireball on the tree, only making things worse. In seconds the entire tree was set ablaze. Daemon stood in shock, until he was grabbed from behind and his arms restrained. His heart was racing, and he was too scared to do anything about his neighbor fox.

The Darkhart's front door is litteraly slamed open, and Daemon is hurled inside. "You're little devil boy starting a fucking fire! Next time I see him or either of you people out here I will get a firearm and shoot you on sight!" The door was slamed back shut, and swung off it's hinges. The fox dashed off to try to put out the fire.
Daemon stood up slowly. He simply looked his father in the eyes, Not a trace of guilt, and no more traces of fear. Just stared at him.
Daemon's father sighed "Daemon, What did you do? You didn't get into the matches did you?"
Daemon shook his head "The fire...I made it appear..."
The father gave Daemon a sharp look. He didn't think it would be so soon. "Daemon...You must promise me to never use those powers. Do you understand?"
Daemon said bitterly "If I don't, who will..."
The now angry father yelled out "You will NOT use those powers ever again! Do you understand me?"
The mother looked abit shocked and scared from all this.
Daemon's simple little look changed to a look of bitter hatred, the same look he had in his dream. "No...I don't understand..."
His father took a swipe at Daemon's face, but Daemon caught his hand. His bitter look curved into a twisted smile. Cracks could be heard as each of the father's fingers was broken in his own son's hand. "Argh!" His father let out a horrible yell in pain. His mother was too stunned to do anything, and on the brink of tears.
Daemon stood up, tightly squeezing his father's already crushed hand in his own balled fist. Daemon felt immense strength flowing through him "You're inferior...You're just like them...You're...Weak...I will show you...I will show you all..." He gathered some of his strength and tossed his wincing father into the dining room table, smashing it into peices.

Daemon walked straight past mother who was frozen with fear. Daemon slowly approached father step by step. "You know dad, You're not going to be my first victim...I'm the one who killed those spoiled bastards..."
His father was dazed from hitting the table, and abit of blood ran from his mouth and nose.
Daemon stood right in front of his own father. His eyes glistened with psychotic joy, and every sharp fanged teeth was showing in his smile. He took his fist and aiming at the chest, He drove his fist in with enough force to break a small boulder, shattering the rib cage in an instant. Daemon pulled out a thumping beating dripping slab of dark red, the heart, and held it in his palm. A torrent of blood spat out of his father's mouth, and there was a puddle under him. He looked at Daemon, then at his wife, and couldn't utter a word before he simply laid his head down and died in a puddle of his own crimson blood.
"This looks great...Alot better than spaghetti..." Daemon muttered to himself, holding the still beating heart in his hand. He slipped it in his mouth and chewed it apart with his powerful fangs. His hands and muzzle were drenched in blood. Daemon savored the flavor of blood once more.

The Mother still couldn't believe what she saw. It happened so quickly, in broad daylight. Tears ran down her face as she saw her husband laying on the floor dead, and her son eating his heart.

"Now...My dear sweet mother..." He hissed. As he said that his twin tails lashed around violantly. They seemed to grow in length "Time to go and meet up with father.." His twisted psychotic smile was there on his face once more, only difference was his teeth, now red from his feast. His tails danced like crazy, almost as crazy as Daemon was.
When his mother came to her senses and went into a run, One of his tails stabbed straight through the back of her head to the other side, peircing through her right eye. He hung her over the ground with his strong tail. She was dead in minutes, and blood dripped from her eye socket, down to her shoes, and made a puddle over where she was hung. She slipped off the tail and was tossed aside like an abandoned rag doll.

"We won't let those monsters win! We'll kill them right here and now!" A mob was gathering together outside Daemon's house, lighting torches bright and holding pitchforks high. Some had shotguns ready, and one hedgehog even had a chainsaw.

Daemon looked at his broken hanging door and heard all the chattering of the mob outside, And his twisted grin spread across his face once more.

End Chapter 3