After a few hours had passed my dad finally came home. I smiled and shot him in the side quickly. I went to him, and forced him into the kitchen. I sat him in a chair and shot him in his knees. "Hello dad" I said smiling. "You Fucking bastard!" he yelled at me. I twitched, and punched him. "SHUT UP!" I yelled back. He looked at me, and smiled "Or what?" he said. "Don't test me!" I started to yell "I'm not afraid to blow you're fucking brains out!". "Then do it!" he screamed. I threw him on the floor, and grabbed the knife again. "you aren't getting off that easy" I said as I put him in the chair. I started to cut patterns into him, and every time he winced or tried to move away I stabbed him. After awhile I grew bored, and I put the gun to the back of his head. I pulled the hammer back. "did it feel good?" my dad asked laughing. "Not as good as this will" I said as I shot him in the back of the head. I smiled, and walked to the bathroom, and took my sunglasses off. My eyes were crimson red, and my hair had streaks of blood red in it. Then my reflection started to move on it's own. "Did you enjoy it?" my reflection asked. I smiled, and nodded. "This'll be a good partnership then" my reflection started "You don't remember me now, but you will eventually. When you don't think you can go on. I'll help you. When you don't think you can kill. I'll help you. If you ever die. I'll help you. Until you remember who I truly am. You can call me Hell Boy.". My smile widened, and I walked back to the kitchen, and wrote 'HELL BOY' on the wall using my dad's blood. I walked out my house, and into the forest. I found a tree deep in the forest, and sat against it soon falling asleep. When I woke up there was some gifts in front of me. I smiled as I went through them. It was a new bandanna with flames on it, and a new pair of mirrored sunglasses. I saw a new handgun, a new knife, and a gun belt. Next to it was a note that said 'Courtesy of Hell Boy. Have fun Jack'. I laughed as I stood up, and ran off deeper into the forest. At this point I was no longer Jack 'Death' Robledo. I was Hell Boy. A murderer on the run.