Chapter 2: Camilo
The small Columbian-American boy stood silently as he watched his mother and her boyfriend. They were yelling loudly. This sort of thing happened all the time. It tore Camilo up inside, though he'd never show it. He longed for his father to return, but he was long gone. Camilo had grown pretty thick skin over the years, but this was heavy, even for him. The yelling got louder and louder. This guy was a real jerk.
"Listen bitch, I'm not gonna put up with any lip from you." the man yelled.
"Oh yes you will! I will not let you bring drugs into this house in front of my son!" shouted Camilo's mom with great ferocity.
"Tha hell I won't. I'll do whatever I want and you don't have any say in the matter. I don't have to watch anything in front of this brat." As he finished shouting, he turned and delivered a firm backhand to the 17 year old Camilo.
His mother's eyes filled with fury and tears. "How dare you!?" She moved to force the man out of her home, but he easily overpowered her. He sent her to the floor with a firm punch to the face. Camilo began seething with rage as he lay watching it from the floor. As the mother moved to get up, the man gave her a firm kick to the ribs and sent her right back down. At this, Camilo jumped up.
"Oh, you're showing some energy then. What's the matter?" He stomped on her back. "I said what's the matter you little punk?! Are you mad? Huh?" He kicked her again, this time in the face. "Am I making you... angry?"
At that exact instance, a strange darkness came over the room. It seemed to be seeping up from the floor. It was thick and black as tar, and it seemed now to be drifting towards Camilo. His eyes began to glow through the darkness in an eerie blood red. Then, the darkness drifted entirely inside of Camilo's body for a split second. Immediately after, it burst back out, but differently. Now it was filled with awesome power and it seemed to somehow illuminate with darkness in a strange, undescribable way.
The man took one look in Camilo's blood red eyes and wet himself. He began shaking and backing away.
"Yes," Camilo responded in a voice so horrifying that the man fell to his knees in fear. He looked down at his mother passed out and bleeding on the floor. "I am angry. I am... FURIOUS!" He then swung at the man from a good five feet away, but the force from his dark aura sent the man flying through one of the walls of the house into a tree outside. The tree bent and crackled under the force. Needless to say, the man immediately died.
Camilo then, as though it were completely natural, reverted to the way he had been before, and began tending to his mother's wounds.
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