(I just pondered posting this for about 30 minutes.
I still don't know if it's a good idea.....but I intended for it to happen anyway....
*incoherent nervous screaming*)
"Wolfram." Michael growled. "Back away, now." He growled.
"No!" Wolfram hissed, hatred glowing in his eyes.
"Why do you hate me so much?" Michael asked, surprisingly almost gently.
"Because of what you did! You broke my heart when you abandoned me and mom! I always tried to make you proud of me, but you never noticed me. You acted like I was no one!" Wolfram paused, swallowing a sob. "You broke me! You broke my heart...and I hate you, because I still love you...and I hate myself for it. I hate that I still love you after all the hurt you caused me! But I love you because...because you're my father...." He choked on his words, forcing his father backward until Michael's back hit the tree. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I have to do this. I have to kill you. I have to...." He ended in a desperate whisper, silent tears streaming down his face now. "I have to protect those I care about. I care about you, I love you, but I have to kill you. Because you are a monster. I can't look at you the same way any more because now I know how much of a monster you are..."
"Wolfram stop. Don't do this. Join me and Mapleshade, I'll help you. I can help you heal. Join us, please." Michael murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle.
"No! No no no! You killed my mom! I will never join you!" Wolfram's body trembled, silent tears rolling down his face like a river. "I can't do worse then this, ok?! I just can't. I have to. I have to kill you. It's the only way. It's the only way I can be free. You led me to this! Know that you put this on yourself!"
Hand's trembling, he put his finger on the trigger.
"Wolfram, stop. I still care about you, I l-"
A gunshot broke Michael off, along with a strangled screech as he crumbled to the ground, blood spattering across the grass.
The gun fell from Wolfram's hand as Michael fell still on the ground, blood pouring from the gunshots. Not just one, three, right to the heart.
Wolfram fell to his knees, burying his head in his hands as sobs over took him. "No, No! What have I done?!"