Chapter: 3

"Kneel to the king!" Part IV

Matthew dried the tears from his eyes. He finally reached his destination. It was a small, two story house suitable for a family of six. He stared at it for a few moments. He took a deep breath and walked to the door. He gave it small knock. He hoped no one was home, but he was wrong. He heard footsteps. He gulped. The door was open by a woman in her thirty's. She had brown hair that went down to he shoulders and her eyes were blue, just like Matthew's. She wore a blue shirt, pants, an apron with the words 'Iron Maiden' on it, and white shoes. When she saw Matthew, her eyes widened.

"M-Matthew?" She asked.

Matthew smiled uneasily. "Hi... mom."

She was at the brink of tears. She didn't say a word. She just hugged her son. So tight that he couldn't even breath.

"Welcome home son."

"Thanks mom."

She showed him in. Everything was exactly how he expected. So nice and tidy. His mather truly has a habit of cleaning.

"Is anyone else home?" He asked.

"You meen your father? He took Amy and Jr. to the mall. They should be back soon."

Matthew sighed. He was both happy and sad about his father not being home. He hates Asia. But he was very glad that his sibling's weren't home. They annoy the living hell out of him. His mother called him and led him up to his room. It was a normal blue room with a bed and a wardobe. A small TV mounted on the wall. He sighed again and took out his things. While emptying his bag, he noticed something was in it. Something that shouldn't be there. It was the flute that he had chosen. He held it in his hands, tears once again traveling down his cheeks. He threw it out the window. He never wanted to see it in his life. However, when he turned around, he was shocked to see the same flute on his bed. He stared at it in confusion. He threw it again. It was there. He threw it again. It was there. It was as if it didn't want to leave. He sighed once more. He remebered that at the dojo, when he was sad, he used to play a little tune on a flute. He looked at the flute and shook his head. He wasn't a student anymore, but the wish to practice that arts roared like a lion.

"Martha, we're home!"

Matthew sighed for a fourth time. They were here.

"Ken," He heared his mother say. "I have a suprise for you."

Matthew took deep breaths. It was time to tell his family he was back. And he was gonna stay. He slowly walked down the stairs. There, he saw three people.

One was a man, about Martha's age, wearing a plaid shirt and black pants. He had white shoes and brown hair with a bang covering his right eye. He wore a golden chain around his neck and his eyes were green. Emerald green.

The other was a girl, a year younger than Matthew. She had a yell tube top and white shorts, very short shorts I might add. She had long blonde hair that reached down to back with a yellow hairband that sported a small flower. Her shoes were simple sandals and her eyes, like the rest of her appearance, were yellow.

The final one was a 4 year old boy wearing a green t-shirt and blue shorts. He wearing a Dark blue t-shirt with the words, in white print: 'Survival of the fittest!' on the front and on the back it had a nothing but a yellow smiley face. He wore white shoes. He also had short black hair that was styled very precise. His eyes were similar to Matthew's, but they were a bit dark.

When the group of newcomers saw Matthew coming down the stairs, none of them dared to speak.

Matthew scratched his head. "Hey everyone..."

No one moved.

"It's been a while. About, four months."

Tears collected in they're eyes.

"I'll just cut to the chase... I'm back. And I'm here to stay.

The man couldn't hold his tears. He ran to Matthew and held him tightly. Much tighter than his mom. The other two also ran to hug him. Matthew was starting to turn blue. He struggled for the very few ounces of air he could gain. The sound of crying filled the house that day. But Matthew truly paid no attention to the three people who were hugging and crying. He only had one thing on his mind, a question to be exact. 'Is my title going to affect my family?'.

~Two months later~

"AMY! JR! GET BACK HERE!"

Matthew screams could be heard through the entire household. He was currently chasing his siblings, the two children who hugged him two months ago. The were running from there elder brother with a tube of gel in they're hands. Mathew's gel. His hair was no longer in it's usual 'quill' style. Instead, it was long and went all the way down to his calf.

"GIVE ME BACK MY GEL!" He screamed as he chased the two into the backyard.

"Sorry big brother!" His sister, Amy, called back. "But you didn't give me back my hairband, so now we're even."

Mathew growled as he chased his brother and sister across his yard. one thing you should never do: 'Never take Matthew's gel'.

"AMY! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES FOR ME TO FIX MY HAIR! YOU CAN JUST PUT YOUR HEADBAND BACK AT ANYTIME! BUT IT TAKES-"

He stopped in his tracks. His siblings imitating. A look of fear appeared on they're faces. The blue sky above them began to fill with blue lighting. It crackled and roared through the air as the bolts formed a orb that appeared in front of the trio. It's energy grew every second, causing it to expand in it's size. The king's siblings began to scream and they ran inside, calling out to they're parents.

Matthew was all alone now. He took a few steps back as the energy was about to burst throughout the yard. The orb exploded, causing Matthew to be launched back a few meters. Thankfully he was conscious and saw what had appeared. It was sick, demented, gruesome. It's left claw, left part of it's chest, right wing and half of it's abdomen were destroyed, revealing broken circuits and wiring. It's eyes were bloody red. It stood high, towering over the young king. Matthew was paralyzed in fear. He had seen plenty of demons, but nothing like this.

Incredibly, the creature spoke, it's voice, demonic with a mechanical slur. "Well if it isn't the king. You look a lot younger than I remember. Anyway, tell me where is he, and you might not feel the wrath of Meta-Ridley Mach 2.0!"

Matthew was confused.

"W-Where's who?" He asked.

The creature gave a small laugh. "Isn't it obvious? I'm looking for a little playmate of yours. His name: Hunter Aran!"

CLIFFHANGER!

If you want to know what Matthew's gonna do about Meta-Ridley, tune in next time. Plus we already know an OC whose going to be in this story! Congrats EmeraldSwordsman! And Awesome, there are still other descendants for other smashers you can send in.

THE SILVER LION HAS LEFT THE BUILDING!