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He looked so different from the last time she saw him.
He was an innocent child.
Playing with his toy cars.
A very nice boy.
But, the person in front of her, was not that.
This person looked crazy and mischievous.
He was handsome, just as she and his parents said he'd be when he grew up.
No one would believe that this boy killed his parents.
No one would believe just how insane he is.
He looks too innocent.
He knows exact how to play.
"Did I scare you Aunt Ang?", smiling so innocently, "The door is old so it's pretty loud" he laughed.
Angelina stared at him. He's laughing like nothing happened. Like his not trying to take Amy and keep her all to himself. Like he didn't murder his parents.
"Hm? Do I have something on my face?" he touched his face, "You're kind of staring"
"What do you want?" Angelina spat out.
"Can't I chat with my Aunt?" he looked confused, like he didn't know why she looked so mad.
"Cut the act Richard!" she yelled.
He looked down and smiled, a very
Very
Wicked one
"You always knew when I was up to something"
"You're my nephew. I know you well or at least I knew you well"
"Knew? Why speak like that? We're still family" he smiled.
"After you killed my sister and brother in law, I don't think I'd consider us family"
"That's a shame", he pout, "But no worries. I still have Amy"
"She's not yours!" Angelina yelled again.
"Oh but she is my dear Aunt. She loves me just as much as I do" he slowly walked towards her.
"She sees you as a brother. The way you see her is wrong!"
"That's where you're wrong Aunt Ang", he stood in front of her, "She's only confused with her feelings"
Angelina, as angry as she was, was terrified.
Now seeing him up close, he towered over her. His muscles could be seen through his shirt.
