" There currently living in Dadu, master." He told Théoden who stood in the darkest corner of the room. A glint of light appearing from the middle of the fallen curtains. His eyes sorrowful as he gestured the man to leave.
"I'm coming for you grand father." He let his anger pour in his words.
He was ready to leave when Lilly got in without even knockings.
"Théoden are you okay why are all the lights off in the room."
"Don't you have manners." He demanded his voice stiff.
"Sorry I'll leave first." She excused her self.
"I'm going out for some business, stay here and watch, if any things wrong handle it. Don't try to call me."
And with that she left and so did Théoden. His cars speed was reaching the heavens.
He kicked the door open letting him reveal to his family.
"Grandson we've been waiting for you for so long." An old man sat in the rocking chair. He had teeth's unlike Théoden had imagined his grandfather teeth less holding a stick to walk, his eyes half closed as if any minute he'll die. Rather he seemed ok not so old maybe In his late fifties.
"We've watched you since you were a child now look at you you've grown up to be like your mother. Unlike your bigger brother who had human blood." The old one rocked on the chair.
"Cut the crap ." Théoden shouted. His eyes had turned dangerous blue or may be solid as ice, emotionless.
"How can you live so peace fully after killing my parents. It was you who started the war."
"Are you sure you mother is dead?" The old man asked leaving Théoden in confused state.
"I'm not here to hear rubbish from you. You must have people reporting you that I'd like to visit you. But they mustn't know that I as your death had walked to you door step. It's only a matter of minutes that you have that fancy grin on your face which will soon turn in to a sad faded smile." He let his words flow through his heart.
As those words echoed in the hall a lady walked in.
"Mother!" Théoden's voice surprised.
"We've kept your mother alive." The old one spoke.
"Shut up, you bustard I'll see you in good three minutes."
"Little Theo you've grown up. huh" she spoke softly.
"You can't trick me. "Théoden roared.
" That day I had to leave so I asked my twin sister, your aunt to stay by your side. I didn't want you to be sad or be angry with me for leaving you alone on a Sunday morning which was a mom and son day. Little did I know that this would be her last day. I'm sorry Theo I had to stay away from you in order to keep you safe." Her words echoed in silence.
"Stop calling me Theo." Tears formed in his eyes. "I'm not you little Theo any more. Your making it feel so easy. Do you know how miserable my life had been. My brother he died just to safe me. I never knew how much I loved him until I lost him.
Can you pay for all the sorrow's we've been through.
I always wondered how would it like to have a happy little family.
And that poor aunt about whom I've never heard before sacrificed her life.
You may be not a murderer but you are no more heartless then this old punk who killed her daughter's husband." He spoke as he slipped out a gun from his pants pocket.
"It's time you should reach hell my dear old grandfather." He pulled the trigger as the bullet passed just in the center of the collar bone just like Noah used to kill.
"And you I have no right to call you mother. Nor you to call me son.
Maybe if I were like you I would have killed you but the thing is half of the blood which runs in my vain's belong to my dad and he would never want this to happen. For the sake of my father I leave you alive to live your life miserably watching your son walk by your door step but you can't even take him in your arms."
The old man was dead in his rocking chair. Vantablack(darkest shade of black.) blood pouring out of his neck his eyes had turned dull hazel color. Théoden stepped out leaving a rose sent of his perfume in the room.
"Don't forget to call me on funeral, Miss." And with those as his last words he left.
"Dad, can't you understand I'm trying to take over his company." She spoke being the most unlikable child of the family.
"How many time I had told you that you can't win over my trust."
"Can you please stop with the shit. I'm tired of hearing it." She griped her dad's hand who was about to slap her hard in the face.
She rushed to the main exit in anger as she slammed the door behind her.
"Where are you going at this late hour." Her mother yelled.
"In the hell want to come along." She replied back.
"Honey stop her, no one knows where she's going." She told her husband.
"Just let her leave. Disgrace of the family." He nodded his head in dissatisfaction.