Freak One: Rawr -Dies of exhaustion-
Freak Two: M.I.A.
Freak Three: Enjoy and review. Don't just read if you won't review.

Prologue

"Riku!" a man with blondish white hair and a strong build called to a child no more than eight years old. "If you don't pay attention, you won't be able to catch the ball."

"Sorry papa. Now throw it! Throw it!" The child, identified as Riku, cheered.

The man threw the ball towards Riku in a sloppy simple way. Riku caught it easily, a pout grazing his small face. "Dad! I'm not a little kid anymore! I'm almost nine years old!" This made the older man chuckle at his son's words.

"Alright, alright, I get it, come on. Throw me the ball like you want me to throw it at you." Riku's father called out with a grin adorning his face.

"If you say so dad! Hah, try your best to catch this!" Riku shouted, his face looked almost like two pieces of a whole, his smile wide and gleaming.

He squinted his eyes, his tongue stood proudly at the corner of his mouth., he then drew back his arm, throwing the ball with as much force as he could manage without tumbling forward.

To both of their surprise, the ball managed to soar over the older male, finally stopping more than halfway to the opposite sidewalk.

"Don't worry, I'll get it!" the man semi-yelled, semi-sighed. As the man walked towards the other side, a young looking woman came out of the door in front of where Riku was standing.

Suddenly, loud screeches, yelling, and shooting of guns were heard.

"Mom! Dad!" Riku yelled, fear dripping from those two words. At this, the woman, now known as Riku's mother, ran towards him, picking Riku up and running towards the house as fast as her legs would let her. As they reached inside, she threw Riku as softly as she could on the ground by the window closest the door. Leaving the boy to be able to look outside next to his mother.

Riku's dad, torn between getting the ball and heading for shelter, finally decided on the ball after hearing his son's words of "Dad!! Get my ball! My ball!!"

At this, Riku's mother couldn't help but hug her son, worry and fear in every corner of her face.

As his father was finally heading towards the house, the sounds got louder, almost unbearable to the pair looking outside with shocked eyes.

Shocked eyes that saw the pair of cars racing down the street.

Shocked eyes that heard more than saw the bullets being thrown.

But, most importantly.

Shocked eyes that witnessed the death of a dear one.

Riku watched as his father's most certainly dead body fall towards the ground, blood slowly seeping out. The ball rolled off to the side, forgotten.

The two of them sat behind the safety of their home, both too scared to check for life in someone who was just shot in multiple places. Neither wanting to comprehend what had just happened moments ago.

Then, slowly, as if someone pushed 'Play' on their paused life, it finally dawned on the two.

He was dead.

He was dead...

He was dead!

He was dead and it was all because of a worthless ball.

Before Riku could think of anything else, he felt his mother's trembling body slowly stand up.

"Mo-mom?" he stuttered, "Are you okay?"

Before Riku could react, he was slammed unto the hard tiled floor of his living room. His small childish eyes looked up in fear of what was happening. What was his mother thinking?

The larger body loomed dangerously above the younger, much smaller body. Even if Riku was blind, he couldn't miss the wetness on his face. The water being tears that his mother dropped on him.

"M-m-mom? What's wrong? Pl-please don't cry. Did I do so-something wrong?" his voice quivering with fear and uncertainty.

"Do something wrong? Do something wrong you ask," at this, his mother began laughing hysterically, "What do you think you did you little monster?! You just murdered my husband because of a worthless, cheap ball! I hate you! You're not my son! My son would never do anything as horrible as this! You're nothing but a monster! A demon!"

Somewhere between those words, Riku began sobbing, screaming sentences like "I didn't mean to mommy! Please! I would never do something like that on purpose! Please believe me!"

Suddenly, Riku's mother stopped shouting, stopped crying. She calmly walked towards the phone, whispering to herself. "Didn't mean to, he says. Believe me, he cries." As she picked up the phone and dialed a number, the only sounds audible were the sobs coming from the child that lied on the ground.

"Yes? 9-1-1? I would like to report a shooting... Yes, just a few minutes ago...I believe there is one dead body." Her voice hollow of all emotions. "Ok, thank you. Yes, good bye." As she hung up the phone, she slowly walked towards the front door, not really looking outside and what it laid.

After half an hour of uncontrollable sobbing, Riku finally calmed down. He raised his head a little, hearing faint sounds that could be recognized as sirens. But he really couldn't focus, the blame, the guilt finally getting to the easily influenced child. His mother's word replaying at the back of his mind not helping Riku in the least.

I...

I just killed him.

I just killed my father.

Riku didn't move once until the medics arrived.

Freak One: How was that? I hope you didn't get bored or anything, really. I do hope you review as well.