In a shabby pod-like house with five average sized rooms, living room, kitchen, two bedrooms one smaller than the other, and the toilet which is combined with the bathroom.
In the living room, most of the furniture had been broken to bits and pieces. A small boy is tossed for about a meter and half before he crashes head first into the wall.
"What did I tell you?" Shouts an angry man; his eyes are bloodshot, with anger flaming in his tone. He glares at the little boy he just threw to the wall, whilst gritting his teeth audibly in anger
"I told you to get the credits for the rent where's it? Tell me! Where is it boy?" The little boy raises himself up from the floor, his four limbs shaking and blood sipping from his nose and the side of his mouth, there's also a small fresh open wound on his forehead with blood seeping out of it slowly.
He raises his head, and looks at the man with a pitiful and pained expression; however, the man ignores this as he continues to say, " didn't you hear me boy?" As he walks towards the little boy with swift yet heavy steps.
The little boy is aggrieved when he sees this, he knows that tonight isn't going to end well for him. The night goes on with sounds of furniture breaking, the occasional shouting of the man echoing, and the whimpering of the little boy here and there.
The next morning the little boy wakes up stretches his still aching body and sounds of bones snapping back into place are audible, but his face remains the same, as if to him it's a painless process. Afterwards, he then goes about doing his chores.
Whilst doing the chores, he checks on the man, and finds him snoring in his sleep. The little boy looks at the man with a complicated expression on his face for a moment, then continues about doing his chores.
The little boy's name is Alex. He has black hair and a pair of dark pupils, a slim and skinny build. Most of his body is covered in scares a result as a result of his adoptive father random violent outbursts of rage.
Alex was once an orphan before the man and his wife adopted him. They lived happy the first few years, but that was until the man's wife passed away. Afterwards the man, his adoptive father changed.
He started to treat him differently, first it was the occasional beatings for small mistakes; however, things took a turn for the worst when the man started drinking. It went from the occasional beatings to full blown attacks. Alex was only twelve years old then, and now four years have passed since then.
He's now is tasked to scour the streets for credits to pay for the rental and necessities expenses; however, if he fails to gather enough credits by the end of the month, it would be like last night. If he does find the credits, it's all squandered by the man on intoxicants and gambling.
After Alex finishes his chores, he cleans himself and treats his wounds, afterwards heads out to his cleaner job at the inn, but before leaving he looks back at the still rampaged living room.
His eyes continue roaming around it debating whether to clean it completely or not, but ultimately decides to go with the latter and leaves.
Just as the door closes shut, the snoring coming from the bedroom stops and the man opens his eyes; however, the usual depression often found in them is gone.
He gets up from the bed and walks slowly to the rampaged living room. Upon seeing the state of the living room, the man frowns slightly, and with a wave of his hand everything goes back to their original place, and the broken furniture mends itself.
He then lets out a sigh of relief as he throws himself on his favourite sofa by the window, and a drink appears in his hand from nowhere. He then takes a sip from it and smiles with satisfaction.
Suddenly his smile disappears, and says with a bored tone, whilst looking at the small sofa at the corner of the living room, " What now?"
As his voice fades, a young lady slowly becomes visible sitting on that sofa, with a lollipop in her mouth. She appears to be about 16 with a beautiful face and a body that will draw in any man's attention.
She takes the lollipop out of her mouth and licks it gently, "delicious" she says to herself, only then does she turn her attention to the man.
By this point on the man's face is the vein on his forehead is bulging that one can see it pulse, but there is nothing he can do about this young lady's behaviour.
She seems to not take notice or probably doesn't care about the man's frustration. She then looks at the man straight in the eyes with a calm smile, and says, "your time here is almost over."
A joyful light flash in the man's eyes, "About time," says the man as a smile appears on his face. The young lady's eyes flash with a strange yet vicious light; however, it's barely noticeable.
"You will have to die first though," she says, while still wearing the same calm smile on her face.
Hearing her last words, the man's face turns ashen, "why?" he wanted to ask; however, he knows no answers ever come from this young lady.
So, he will just have to take this hard to swallow yet bitter pill with his mouth shut. After saying her piece the young lady slowly fades away until her presents disappears. All the man could do was let out a sigh in resignation.