"What, what is good anymore?" A man ponder as the twirled a knife in his hand looking down the hall. His silver hair longer than he liked, but he had no choice. Always on the run, always on the move. No time to shave, no time to fix himself the way he like. He hated the way he looked simply because it made him aged and good fifteen to twenty years. His tattered jeans and ripped black long sleeve exposing the left side of his chest. He was not a buff man by any means but the look on his face was of one, most would deem, pure insanity.

"Tell me, what do you think good is anymore?" His head turn from the hall his knife in his hand now looking upon the woman, the only woman looking at the blood stain family she had grown to build. Her husband, her son, two daughters, even her young struggling sister were all their dead in cold blood. She looking terrified that she was next. She looked on at him like he was just a man that had done this out of sheer joy. All she could see was the face of a man who murdered all she had loved and cared for. Her kids were all teens, her husband was a bit older than her in her forties, and everything she knew about him, was nearly pure. A man of the law, a man of higher morals, a man who fought to protect everything she had. He could see the look in his eye when he asked the question, it darted to her husband both times.

Her pause however forced him to place the knife to her neck. The looking on his face went from his insane smile that was perched to straight malice. As if the third time he asked her would be the very last. 

"So, are you not going to tell me what is good anymore? You are not a very polite host are you?" He said letting the little light in the household shine in her eyes, knowing she was very weak to light being in her eyes. 

"Your a monster." She said, gaining some courage to speak the the murder. The man however just laughed at her as he spatter her with some of the blood of her family on her face. The feeling of it almost made her want to vomit, but out of fear of dying in the moment, she held it in. Which drew her to wonder, why did she still want to live? 

"You are a rude guest, you won't even answer my question." The silver haired man laughed at her as she kept her eyes to her. "This is the last time, What, do, you, think, is good anymore?"

The woman paused and sighed. He could get a feeling from her as if she was finally going to answer him. He calmed down and pulled the knife from her neck, which surprised her.

"What do I think is good these days?" She looked around at the floor and paused to give him her answer, simply by darting her eyes around the floor. "This family was good. There was nothing wrong with them and you just ended all their lives. My husband was a good man, father, and worker for this land."

It was the then the silver haired man burst out in laughter. It through her in a shocked expression, as if to say 'how dare this man not agree with her. He was the murderer here he was the man doing her wrong. There was no just in this...

However... the man's insane smirk came back.

"You are insane!" The man said with a laughter that could be heard throughout this whole household. Too bad she was the only one who could hear them.

The man, that is her husband had chosen this place for a home because it was so far away from society and away the words of others. He told her he had loved helping people, but there were times he wanted along time, just with them.

"YOU'RE INSANE!" The woman barked back in him. "To just go into a home and call into my answer to your question and act like he was cheating on you. To just go about your business and expect me to go with your words that you can just say, believe my belief in my husband is wrong. That I-"

"You're dear husband was cheating on you with that slut." The silver hair man pointed to the body that was her sister that lied in a pool of blood. It didn't dawn on her until this moment, but her husband did have his shirt off, and his pants were unzipped. The shock of her husband dying was too much of a shock to think of anything else. Upon further investment, her sister only had her panties as a bottom...

Now, it was normal during yard work, her husband would indeed be shirtless, but the strange part was how her sister was dressed. To this day she hater wondering around showing off her body. That was very unlike her. Still she refused to believe it.

"Monster!" She started, but was far from over. "You know nothing of them! You dare kill them and tell me lies in my household!"

"Sure. You keep thinking that." The spoke as he seemed like he wanted to change the subject. "Lets talk about your reality of what is good." The male wondered around, excited. He seemed thrilled about being able to tell his story. You know as well as I the war going on that your people started. You know that your husband was the first person to bring this about. That he was the first to wanted all those magic fold dead right?" He said to her as if she knew full well what he was speaking on. She only nodded as he planned to go on.

"If he was so good, why would he kill an innocent person, one of the magic folk or not? He had not once lifted a finger in the fight. As a matter of fact, he was planning on leading the escape from you monsters. You people that was driving our peace away. Just because you think we are different. It's what you humans all do the same!"

The woman looked down and now knew, he was one of those freaks. Still it made her less worried.

Recently, a war had broke out, all the humans fearing the magic that these people could do. On average, they stood out as being a bit taller and a bit stronger than the normal humans. At first they didn't do too much, at least until one decided to kill a young human girl. The outrage of the murder was unexplained as the magic male refused to explain himself. Despite everything, his execution, even being caught by a man of magical means, the war broke out. Humans didn't want them here anymore, yet most refused to leave. The count of those dying were in the millions. It wasn't until a man named Barney Mantle planned an escape to another realm. Even still with what the people of great magic thought was something impossible, he said it was within his great skill. 

He would need time however, the magical folk would give it to him. Only at the agreement, they would no longer kill humans. 

All of the creatures did agree to this, however, they would all be hunted to no end. A few agreed to draw the humans attention, but if they were caught they knew the risks, death. 

Mantle worked in secret but would always track their progress. However, the escape got heard by the wrong person one day, the son of the great officer who was leading the humans to victory. He gave word to his father, though he lied and claimed it was an attack to wipe out all humanity. The group causing all the distraction was only a facade to the force against all magic kind.

The humans made short work of Mantle capture of Barney Mantle and every other magical member of the family. It didn't matter how much Mantle pleaded to spare his family, it didn't matter how much he begged, all magic beings were to be executed.

And a week later. here we were... the humans none the wiser to what they were really doing and here we stood, the first humans killed since the promise. Alfred Witt, the man who lead the humans to glory in the war, was dead. Age 44. Marty Witt, his only son, 17. Jenny Witt, 16. Katie Witt, 14 and Allison Prior, Linda's Prior Witt's sister laid dead at the age of 23.

"You need a lesson in what was good as you killed a man who never killed a single human, but for years tried to create a new world for all of us. You took his dream and ended it."

"It was a bomb, and end all of humanity!  You are just lying to me."

"You want to call my father a liar? YOU WANT TO CALL ME A LIAR?!!" Afgul Manter had raged in anger her doubting her father. Afgul however with a snap of his fingers opened up a portal and the two were swallowed whole. Linda though for sure she'd be dead. But why would he kill himself to?

It was black, all black for what seemed to be forever. But when she could finally open her eyes, feel some sort of consciousness, the sky, was all red. All she could see was red. Red sky, red ground, everything was blood red. There was no fire, and it didn't feel like hell to her. When Linda finally stood to her feet, there Stood the Silver haired young man, still in the same clothes, awake. All the while just waiting for her to wake up. The man could only look back to her.

"Barney Mantle was only protecting the one creating the world. He only protected his son... "HE WAS... protecting me... all your family was doing was protecting themselves." 

The look of insanity was over, the look of sadness on his face, was only just beginning...