Jake walked into the dimly lit living room, his heart pounding in his chest. The tension in the air was palpable, and for the first time, he felt the full weight of the consequences of his actions. His father, Daniel Mitchell, sat in his usual chair, a stern but tired expression on his face. Jake tried to steady his breath, but the words he had to say lingered on the edge of his tongue, threatening to spill out.
"Jake," Daniel said, looking up from his chair with a cool gaze. "How are you, my son? Do you need something?"
Jake's voice shook as he spoke, the anger and confusion boiling inside him. "Yes."
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Jake took a deep breath before speaking the words that had been gnawing at him. "Your blood."
Daniel looked puzzled. "What are you talking about?"
Jake's fists clenched. "Why did you help them? Why did you protect them?" His voice was a mix of accusation and hurt. "They're bad guys, Dad."
In that moment, the room grew heavier, as if the walls themselves were closing in on Jake. He couldn't understand it. The man he had looked up to, his father—the very embodiment of justice—was now wrapped up in something dark, something he couldn't even begin to comprehend.
From the shadows, Vault's voice cut through the tension. "If we're bad, then your dad is worse," Vault taunted, stepping into the room with a sly grin.
Andy followed closely behind, his grin matching Vault's. "Yes, exactly," Andy chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jake's eyes narrowed, his fists trembling with rage. "When did you two come here?" he demanded, his voice cracking with anger.
"Just now," Andy replied nonchalantly, still amused by the situation.
Jake's mind raced, the anger bubbling over. He couldn't hold back anymore. "This time, I'm going to kill you," he muttered, his words dark and full of vengeance.
Without another word, Jake lunged at Andy, the knife in his hand glinting under the flickering lights. But before he could strike, a commanding voice stopped him.
"Stop him!" Daniel Mitchell shouted, his voice laced with authority. "But don't kill him. He is my son."
Jake hesitated, his grip tightening on the knife. His father's voice felt distant, like it was coming from a place he no longer recognized. But the rage inside him was too much, and he stabbed Andy in a swift, violent motion.
Vault's face twisted with fury. "I won't leave you," he snarled, grabbing a plank of wood from the corner of the room. He swung it with all his might, striking Jake across the head with a sickening crack.
Jake crumpled to the ground, the world spinning around him as darkness took over. His body fell limp, and the pain from the blow reverberated through his skull.
When Jake woke up, the room was eerily silent.
He blinked several times, his vision blurred, before slowly focusing on the figure looming over him. Vault stood there, a malicious grin spreading across his face.
"Hi," Vault said coldly, his voice dripping with venom. "You know, you killed my BFF."
Jake groaned, lifting a hand to his forehead where a large bruise had already begun to form. He forced himself to sit up, his eyes locking onto Vault's. "Thanks," Jake said weakly, his voice barely a whisper.
Vault didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stepped forward, his fists clenched. "Oh really?" he sneered, before suddenly punching Jake square in the face.
The force of the punch sent Jake's head snapping back, and for a moment, everything went black again. When his vision cleared, he felt the familiar sting of blood in his mouth.
"Now you look better," Vault said, his voice filled with cruel satisfaction. He leaned in closer, almost savoring the moment. "You know what I—"
"I thought you finished your dialogue, that's why I stabbed you," Sebastian interrupted, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. He stood in the doorway, a playful smirk on his face as he approached the two.
Jake turned his head toward Sebastian, his expression one of disbelief. "I told you to go home," he muttered, barely able to keep his voice steady.
Sebastian chuckled, clearly enjoying the chaos. "You aren't my father," he said flippantly. "By the way, I don't obey my father either."
Jake's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, a fleeting flicker of understanding passed between them. It was as if they were both standing on the edge of something dangerous, something far beyond their control.
"😂😂," Sebastian added, his eyes glinting with a mischievous sparkle. "So what's going on here?"
Jake glanced around at the carnage—his father's betrayal, the violence, the death. His body was still aching from Vault's attack, and the weight of his own actions settled heavily on his chest. Everything he thought he knew was crumbling.
"I don't know anymore," Jake whispered, his voice hollow.
His father was no longer the man he had looked up to. Vault and Andy weren't just enemies—they were part of something deeper, something Jake couldn't understand. And Sebastian... Sebastian had become the wild card, the one person who could never be predicted.
Jake felt lost. But one thing was clear: the world they had known was gone, and in its place was a dark, uncertain future.
To be continued...