I haven't gotten any requests so I decided to write a chapter for myself. Also, I now have a boyfriend, so the asking-out-via-fanfiction works, I guess.

Freed Justine was not stupid, he was far from it, actually. The other children in his town simply did not understand him. While they were energetic and reckless, he was calm and thought through his future actions. Not to mention they all thought his hair was 'girly'. It wasn't his fault that his hair was green. He would, however, prefer it long, but his father insisted that it be short. Freed did not believe that his father really cared for him, he certainly did not act like he did.

"Freed, get your ass down here!" Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear. Freed made a mad dash down the elegantly sloping stairs, only slowing down as his father came into view. His arms were crossed and his foot was tapping on the floor; he was clearly very angry.

Freed hesitated on the last step, but made his way down and over to his tall father. "You wanted to see me, father?"

Cyrus Justine was typically an intimidating man, but at this moment, he looked downright terrifying. His constantly slicked-back blond hair was hanging over his eyes and his left eye was twitching every few seconds. He took a thundering step towards Freed and started to shout, "YOU STUPID BOY, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT YOU-YO-Y…"

As Cyrus got heated up, his eyes rolled back in his head. Freed's right eye had started glowing a dark blue as his father spoke, and within a few seconds, dark runes surrounded his father. Cyrus's veins were rapidly darkening and he promptly collapsed.

"Cyrus, what was that? Cyrus?" The melodic voice of Anyss Justine floated from an open doorway. She strode in, forest-green hair flying around her shoulders. Upon reaching Cyrus she glanced down and saw him lying unconscious. She looked back up at Freed and tried to back away. Freed growled and started walking towards her, runes flying around him. They started going higher and higher, one even brushed the pristine marble ceiling. Freed reached his mother and grabbed her by the throat, pulling her down to his level; she was rather tall for a woman, 5'11", and he, at the tender age of thirteen, was 5'3".

"Goodbye, mother. I'll see you in Hell," this was growled as some of Freed's runes attached themselves to his mother's body. She started seizing and he let her go. As she hit the floor, the remaining runes expanded and flew around the vast foyer of the mansion. He walked out of the door, only pausing to look back and smirk. It looked demonic for the simple reason that his appearance had completely changed. His right eye was completely dark blue, his short hair was flowing in the wind, and his body looked like a gorilla-human hybrid with horns. He turned back once he was at the edge of the property and stared back at the collapsed building.

He had no regrets.

~Fin~

I love Freed-baby so much! I imagine that he didn't have the best home life and it kind of escalated into me writing this. Cyrus and Anyss are of my own creation. It may not seem like it, but I picture Anyss as the kind of wife that idolized her husband and ignored her children. I may continue this as a continuing series on this story. If you have any requests, feel free to ask them.