Just a warning: This story is eventually going to contain swearing, violence, sexual & drug related references. This story is rated R for a reason and is not for the squeamish. Oh, and 16+ please.  

EDITED VERSION  

Absolution  

Prologue: Stairway to Salvation  

The faint drip of liquid hitting the floor was the only noise heard, and the thin streams of moonlight made visible the outline of a boy. His head was down, staring straight and the messy curled dark hair hung loosely in his face, obscuring his vision slightly.  

He stared at his hands. He watched the red liquid fall from his fingertips. 'There is so much blood in humans.' he thought to himself, feeling no remorse for his actions.  

Languidly he turned his head; dark eyes surveyed the cooling corpses of his now deceased mother and stepfather.  

"You shouldn't have pushed me so far," Slowly, Daniel walked around the corpses, his tone somewhat mocking as he continued. "You both know how bad my temper is. But, no, you had to keep going. It's your own fault you know, not mine, but all yours."  

Viciously, he swung back his leg, and in one swift motion brutally kicks the head of his stepfather, shattering the skull and sending fragments of bone, blood and brains across the room.  

"I hope you're happy now, asshole. You deserve to be this way." Venom in his tone, Daniel quickly crossed the room, slamming the door shut and walking away from the horrific scene behind him. Only, to come to an ironic end outside of the building.  

Running now across the empty, lamp-lit streets Daniel never heard the gunfire, nor did he hear the squealing tires.  

All he heard was his own dying breaths, and a bright light shining in his eyes as his last breath escaped from his lungs.