August 17th, 2013
A young man, around 17, wakes up in his room, located in the cold basement of his house in sunny, superficial San Diego. He is home alone, for now.
He sleepily trudges to the bathroom, removes his boxers, and proceeds to take a shower. After he was finished with that, he put on a plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants, remembering that he had to buy a new keyboard since his overbearing, over religiously Christian nephew of thirteen, Noah, had broke it after he heard him playing a song by Avenged Sevenfold, a band which Noah considered "satanic" and "unholy". He had also had cut Jake's guitar strings, for playing a Meshuggah song on that. Anywho, it was Saturday, and all Jake Daniels wanted to do was relax and plat Grand Theft Auto V. Jake went upstairs, made a bowl of cereal, and had breakfast, planning on what to do. He could have practiced a song by Avenged Sevenfold, but Noah had broken it, as Jake were to say, "in the name of God".
Jake went back into his room, opened up the game case holding Grand Theft Auto V... to see that the disc that Jake would have played the game off of had been snapped in two.
"Motherfucker!" Jake utter this with anger, for he knew who had done this.
This was the last straw for Jake. He got up, went upstairs to the kitchen, and waited for his Aunt Heather and Noah to come home.
And he waited. And waited.
About forty-five minutes later, the two in question had arrived.
"Did your brat of a son break my game disc?" Jake, who was trying to remain calm, said this.
"Which one?" Heather said this curiously, trying to hide the fact that she knew he did. Jake looked at the obese, red haired woman.
"Don't lie to me." He then turned ever so slightly to Noah. "Did you break my game disc?"
"What, the one filled with sin?" The short, red-haired, pudgy boy said this.
"Alrighty, now that you've fessed up..." He then turned to Heather. "I want reprimanded."
"Why should I give you money for a vile game that God would detest?" She grew a bit angry.
"Because your son did it, and since he can't legally work, you have to pay me. I could also make you pay for a new keyboard, or I can take this through the fucking court system." Jake said this, his rage growing.
"I'm not going to pay you; and don't you dare use that tone of language at your guardian!"
"You're fucking jack shit, I didn't sign anything!"
"I'm your guardian, like it or not, and you'' be what I want you to be, and I want you to be a good Christian!"
Jake's face finally scrunches with anger as a dark aura glows around him.
"The thing is, you won't get away with that." His eyes flashed a crimson vermilion, a cinnabar color flooding his irises.
"I'd rather be dead then a brainwashed follower!" The aura burst into an obsidian blase.
"You can't change me, and you won't break meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Dark tendrils extended from Jake's hands, grabbing Heather. With another scarlet flash, her head exploded with a bloody pop!
"Mommyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Noah wailed this. Jake then grabbed Noah with his hand, the body part squeezing deep into his temples.
"You know what they say..." Jake said this as he swung him into a wall of the kitchen, slamming into the portion of the wall where a stud was."
"All religion does is crash us into buildings!"
With a terrifying, soul-rending splat!, Noah's head has splattered against the wall. The blazing aura, along with Jake's fiery temper, had died down. He then realized what had happened.
"Oh shit. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shitshitshitshiiiiiiit! I killed them! What the hell happened? What did I do?!" He said this with fear just as four members of the the San Diego Police Department came in, and slammed Jake into the ground.
"You're under arrest for mur-"
"Dering these guys' chances of arresting you. A man who sounded like he was in his 20s came in just after the police, interrupting the police officer. He then handed him a thick was of crisp $100 bills. "Now go back to the police department, and pretend this never happened. Nothing gets out to news officials. Nothing."
"Ok..." the officer grumbled this as the other three walked out with him.
"Thank you so much, I-" Jake said this as he was interrupted.
"No problem. We're sure to meet again." The young man said this as he summoned a black void which seemed to have no end. The decapitated cadavers, blood and all, were sucked into this void, and the man's medium brown hair moved in the direction of the void.
"Who are you" was the burning question that came out of Jake's mouth.
"I'm Rick Stevenson, leader and founder of STU." With that said, Rick left.