Alway watch your words before you lose anything other than your tongue

I woke up in the morning, feeling dizzy. As soon as I did my butler came into my room.

“Young Master, your breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat in your bedroom or in the kitchen? The choice is yours.”

“I don’t remember allowing anyone into my room unless I call for them.” I said gritting my teeth.

“Understandable, young Master. My deepest apologies! But Master would like to see you all prepared and with your stomach full.” He bowed.

“I don’t care what that old man wants! Just get out!” I yelled. “If he wanted to meet, he would’ve done so by sending me letter! How many times do I have to say that!?”

After awhile I was sitting on a black leather couch that was wrapped in snake skin. I was reading before someone knocked on my double door.

“Come in”

The doors opened and what a surprise. My grand father walked in.

“Greetings, son” He nodded.

Taking his hat off and walking towards the couch across from the coffee table and settling himself like a guest. I was tapping my finger on the leather couch and clicking my tongue. I just have so many ways of ending his life right here and now. I’m just waiting for the right moment to do so.

“I think you heard the news”

“What news are you referring to exactly? The one that says I am ready to stick a pen right through your throat, just the way I did to my parents at the age of nine” I scoffed, continuing on reading my book. He laughed that off with a grin on his face.

“You are just as feisty as your father at that age, may he rest in peace, and the looks are just like your mother’s”

I put my book down and lifted my leg placing it on the coffee table. “Spit it out old man. What do you want?”

Kill him. Do it. He is the human that manipulated you for ag-

“Are you listening?” He asked clearing his throat. Cutting the voices off.

“No, may you repeat again?” I asked picking a pen up from the table and nibbling on it.

“I said- it’s time for you to go out there. Out to the world.”

I raised my eyebrow and stood up. He looked up at me with a questioning look while fidgeting with his hands.

“say what again? Go out there? Aren’t you the one, together with my parents that taught me about the danger the world holds out there. It’s not like I’m scared, no. But being locked here and now having you telling me to get out? Hell am I doing it? No.”

He cleared his throat and set his hand on the coffee table as if showing a sign he’s in control and the dominant one here.

“I understand about your conse-”

Before he could finish, I drove the pen straight through his hand. A sickening crunch—but to my soul, a satisfying one—as his carpal bones cracked. His screams and cries filled the room as I laughed like a madman

“Who the hell said anything about concern, old man?” I snorted, glaring at him. Looking into his blue crystal eyes. They look just like mine, as if you could drown in them.

Just makes me want to pull them out and feed the dogs. Disgusting.

“I wasn’t tought of pity, concern, worry or any type of those useless emotions. Why are you spitting pathetic shits?” he was holding his bleeding hand in pain.

I didn’t know that man knew what pain actually meant, funny.

“I’m…just…saying you have to go out…t-there…aghh..” He sobbed. “Why did you stab me? I’m your grandfather, show some respect you ungrateful insect!”

I couldn’t hold it but laugh like some psycho. What did he just ask me?

“Respect? Towards you? I showed my respect by not stabbing this fucking pen right through your throat! I killed my parents and you know it no less than anyone else inside these walls, old man. So what makes you THINK that I should pity you?” I asked with my hands trembling.

Kill him, Sergei Vladimirovich Alexeyev. He is right there. Pathetic and vulnerable!

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

DO IT.

“SHUT UP! SHUT THE HELL UP!” I yelled at them. Or from others— my grandfather’s perspective— I yelled at no one.

“Son?” He addressed to me and looking up at me with his teary eyes and a questioning look. How pathetic, how low of him. I’ll kill him, I’ll do it.

Now. Now. Now. NOW! Vladimirovich!

Bodyguards burst in and pulled their weapons out. As soon as they realized the situation they put them away.

I ran a hand through my silky blond hair, letting out a deep, long sigh.

I felt my body getting hotter and hotter, like a furnace ready to explode. The way everyone looked at me, the way they breathed in this room, made me lose it—made me want to end them all. Sweat dripped down my back, sticking to the fabric of my suit, each drop like a reminder of my anger building, ready to tear through me.

The tension in the room feels like a storm about to hit. My bodyguards stand there, as useless as they’ve always been. Their presence means nothing to me. They’re just pawns. Disposable.

“Young Master, calm down,” one of them says, his voice trembling. He knows what I’m capable of, but still, he thinks he can control me. Funny.

I turn to face him, my eyes cold. “Shut up,” I snarl. “Don’t you dare talk to me like I’m a child. All of you—pathetic, mindless fools.”

The voices roar inside my head, drowning out everything else.

Kill them. End it.

Do it. Do it. Do it now.

I feel my heart racing, the heat of rage crawling up my spine. My hands tremble with anticipation, but my mind is a whirlwind, trying to make sense of the chaos.

But I don’t—can’t—let them control me.

“SHUT UP!” I yelled again, and this time, I actually meant it. I close my eyes, grinding my teeth, trying to silence the voices, but they just get louder.

Kill them all!

I open my eyes, and there they are—my grandfather, still writhing in pain, his face pale. But beneath that old, fragile exterior, I see fear. It’s the only thing I’ve ever seen in him that resembles this so called “humanity”.

“You’ll regret this,” he whispers through clenched teeth. I can’t tell if it’s a threat or a plea.

Regret?

He doesn’t understand. He never understood. This isn’t about him. It’s not about anyone else. This is about ME. The world doesn’t control me. I control it.

With a swift motion, I grab the glass of water from the table, throwing it across the room. It shatters against the wall. The sound of breaking glass rings in my ears, a stark reminder of how fragile everything is. How easy it is to break someone.

“Enough,” my grandfather says weakly, wiping blood from his hand, his voice shaking. “You’re just like your father. So much potential. But you—”

“Shut up!” I roar, lunging at him. I grab his collar, pulling him toward me. “I am nothing like him. I’m better than him. I’ll show you all how much better I am.”

I feel it now—the burn inside me, the fire that can’t be extinguished. The voices want me to kill him, to end his life. But I’m not ready. Not yet.

“Get out,” I say, forcing the words through gritted teeth. “Leave me. All of you. Now.”

The bodyguards hesitate, but they know better than to argue. They retreat, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The room is silent, save for the echoes of my racing heartbeat. I look down at my grandfather, still trembling on the floor. His eyes are wide with fear, but I don’t feel pity. I don’t feel anything for him anymore. I’ve already made my choice.

I stand there, staring at the broken man before me. The door shuts behind the last of my guards, taking him out, and I’m left alone again.

Alone with the voices.

I smiled, but it’s not a smile of joy. It’s the kind of smile someone wears when they know they’ve lost their mind, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

In the end, what’s left?

I hear the whispers again, louder now, pushing me closer to the edge. But this time, I don’t fight them. I let them wash over me, let the madness take control. After all, I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. The moment I can finally end it all.

This is only the beginning.