Gideon Farrow Huxley. A young man who was robbed of his innocence at such a young age.

He had a sister, a sister he deeply loved; he loved her more than anything. She protected him and

nourished him when his mother was not there and taught him when his father was drunk-which

was often. She was his only true friend, she was the first person to ever tend and care for him.

She was built as a lamp post with beautiful, dark, lavish hair paired with incredibly light eyes.

She was the spitting image of her now-dead mother. One day, while Juliet was playing with

Gideon, her drunken father barged into the room,

"Mary!" He shouted; mistaking his daughter for his wife that he beat and killed, "I told you to

stay away from my boy!" He then threw a beer bottle at her; ripping her head open. Juliet didn't

fight back but simply arose to defend Gideon. Gideon was young but not too young to not

understand what was happening; he was a witness to his mother's death after all. He tried to

push Juliet away and fight Marley, but Juliet's build was too tough to crack. Marley charged at

Juliet. He grabbed her and threw her on the wall, only adding more damage. Now that Gideon

was free to attack, he froze; froze with fear. He trembled at the sight of Marley, a gigantic,

blonde, dark-eyed monster. Marley then proceeded to pound on poor, little Juliet. He did so until

Juliet's limp body fell on the ground and his knuckles were stained with her innocent soul.

Gideon, after seeing his sister lying dead on the ground, finally woke up and charged at

him. Gideon was like an ant compared to his father but he still tried. Marley began punching him

in the head repeatedly until Gideon let go of him, but Gideon was not yet done with him. He ran

to the kitchen and pulled out a scalpel with which his father would rip open animals. Marley

finally exited the room and chased after him but before Marley could even blink, his leg was

bleeding. Then his arm. Then his neck. Then his face. Then his chest. Gideon had delivered a

series of quick punctures; but who taught him so? Marley then fell to the ground; not knowing

what had happened to him.

"Son?" Marley asked; "Is that you... boy?" Marley was dazed out, he had experienced another

one of his psychotic episodes; along with being drunk. Gideon had given no response and

stood over his body with tears running down his eyes yet no emotion visible. He then fell onto

his knees, raised the scalpel high in the sky, and gently descended it until it made contact with

Marley's loose skin. He then pushed the scalpel through his chest, penetrating his heart. Marley

gasped and tried to grab Gideon but it was too late; he died. The house now had two corpses

and three dead people; it was the house of doom. Marley's blood flowed gently upon the hands

of Gideon and his hands were forever stained with that blood. Gideon simply laid there, in a

pool of blood. He was not sad nor angry; no, he was... laughing. He rubbed the blood onto his

face and into his hair and laughed and giggled.

"You're gone now, father!" He screamed, "And so are you!" He cried, "My sweetest sister!" He

then broke down, unable to disguise his despair and solitude. He cried, he cried tears of agony

and despair and pain. His heart was in a state which is comparable to a glass bottle that

keeps getting hit over and over with a hammer. He went over to the same room in which his

sister had died in and he collapsed. He grabbed her dead body and Lo and Behold! She was

alive!

"Sister!" He cried with a long smile spreading from ear to ear "My dearest Juliet! You're alive!"

But it was nothing except a figment of his imagination. She truly was... dead. Dead as a

doornail indeed. Dead as a dodo. Dead as a dog. Dead as the earth. She was dead. Gideon

had finally accepted this and passed out.

Hours later, he was awoken by a knocking on the door. 'Who in the world could that be?'

Gideon asked himself, ignorant of the two dead bodies near him. He walked over to the door,

covered in blood, and opened it. It was his neighbor, Peggy.

"Oh," Gideon said, "Good evening, Peggy." Peggy stood there, in awe and dismay.

"Oh my!" She shouted. Gideon's eyes had turned pale and so did his skin; pale as that of a

dead person. Gideon, before he could utter another word, passed out and fell on his doorstep,

hitting his way there. Peggy instantly called the authorities and they raced over. The authorities

had arrived and they were greeted by a house of doom. A house with two corpses and three

dead people. The authorities picked Gideon up and put him in an ambulance whilst the police

officers went and examined the scene.

"Gideon?!" A voice shouted, "No! No!" Gideon's eyes were as pale as ever and his face was

emotionless. If not for his frequent tears, people would've thought he died too. His body was

cold to the touch and it froze any fly that flew near it. "No! No! You poor thing!" The voice had

reached Gideon and had embraced him and infected him with kisses; it was his cousin, PC

L.Macduff.

"I am innocent..." Gideon muttered under his breath,

"What was that, sweet cousin?" L. replied.

"I am innocent!" Gideon cried out.

"Of course you are," L. then put his forehead on Gideon's, "You don't need to worry, my cousin.

You won't see jail, I swear upon my head you won't, you are innocent. I am so sorry for your loss

my lovely." L. added. L. then cried and embraced Gideon even more than he did before. At this

point, L. was only in his early twenties himself and was still immature. He too had faced a

traumatic event. To say the least, Gideon was not put in jail and suffered going to many foster

families yet he never clicked with any. He was always... off. Later on, he passed secondary

school and got his A-levels and any other education that he needed and he became a

philosophy professor at a college in the heart of Birmingham. He taught... lectures on blood.