"What are you planning!" Arnold questioned gore in an effort to determine whether or not the latter was really after his mother. At this  instant, the two of them were situated within the house's sitting room.

    "Aren't you are already aware of the fact that I want to exact revenge on that whore, I don't see why you are inquiring about it."Gore's sentence did not expire before he made a move on Arnold.   Now that he was prepared to take his vengeance on the whore, Gore was not prepared for the imbecile to stand in his way and prevent him from carrying out his plan to kill the whore.

  Arnold was unable to react in time to Gore's attempt to kick him in the crotch, hence Gore was successful in his attempt. Gore wasn't done with him yet, so while he moaned in agony, Gore took him to a corner and continued to torment him. 

  Arnold felt an overpowering terror of the impending tragedy that was about to drown him as Gore shoved him up against the wall. Gore's actions caused Arnold to feel trapped. This level of anxiousness was completely unheard of.

"What...are...you...doing!?" He yelled at the top of his lungs. The horrifying look which Gore gave him caused him to recoil all the way through his body, from his thinking to his muscles.

"It's about time I put an end to you,". Gore declared this as he swung the short knife down near Arnold's head in an aggressive manner. However, just when it was a hair breath from slicing into Arnold's head, Gore immediately stopped swinging the knife and pulled back as soon as it fell and scraped Arnold's head.

  "Ahhhhh!" Arnold's head was scratched by the knife, causing him excruciating pain, and he let out a groan as a result. The concept may have appeared simple, but it was executed in the most agonizing way possible: Gore flicked the knife in such a way that it would intentionally ingest a part of Arnold's scalp. This causes him to experience tremendous pain. 

  "Please stop" Arnold pleaded in a hoarse voice

    "You have no reason for concerned, your death will be quite prolonged and full of interesting experiences!" Gore muttered  to Arnold as he juggled the small knife in his palm while doing so.

    As Gore repeatedly scratched his scalp, Arnold cried and prayed for God to show sympathy on him. the pain of the knife continuously scraping away his scalp little by little was too much to bear. He was on the verge of mental breakdown.

   Unfortunately for him, this occurrence continued for a whole minute. Gore didn't stop in his initiative though.It wasn't until a woman's voice was heard coming from behind. 

  

  "You son of a b**ch, Lionel, what are you doing to my son!" Arnold's mother Griselder Grieves,  snapped in a harsh voice as soon she saw the terrible scene in front of her. 

   Her eyes were filled with concern for her son, but at the same time, they were filled with intense hatred for the miserable piece of trash that was causing her son to suffer in anguish.

   

    It had only been a few minutes since she had laid down on her bed to get some rest and a beauty sleep, and she was in the middle of a blissful dream when her son's harrowing wail abruptly drew her back to reality and jarred her awake from her reverie. In panic, she flung herself out of bed as soon as she opened her eyes and dashed down the stairs, where she discovered the awful sight.

    She cried, "Get your hands off my son!" as she pulled away. 

    Gore ignored her though. 

  Griselder's mind was clouded by her hatred for this usless brat, whom she had always thought about getting rid of, and she made a beeline for Lionel to punish him.

   Her rage which closed her mind made her ignorant to the situation and, more importantly, the difference in Lionel, who is now Gore. 

   "No mom, Run, you can't do anything about him, he's not longer the Lionel that we know run... Run... RUN GET AWAY, GET OUT OF HERE!"      Arnold roared at the top of its lungs to warn her about Gore when he saw her rapidly pacing forward but unfortunately at this point, it was too late to prevent her coming closer, she had lost her reason due to her hatred for Lionel.

     When griselder got close enough to touch Gore, she raised her hands in an attempt to give Gore a smack in the face, but instead, he grabbed her hand and held it firmly in his death grip while smirking menacingly at her. He then proceeded to smack her in the face.

    She was startled by a sound that caused her eardrums to swell, and as a result, she stumbled backwards for four steps, coming dangerously close to losing her equilibrium. Even her eyes began to see stars, She couldn't understand what just took place. Did that cowardly idiot Lionel just struck back against her? Or was she still in bed, dreaming?

  "B**ch, it's about time we had a conversation!" Gore said to her after he had finished slapping her across the face with great force. "I've been waiting for you!"

   Griselder struggled to to regain her balance for a shot two seconds before she hateful screeched. " how dare you raise your filthy hand on my face you son of an a....!"

  "Paw!"

   Before she could complete her sentence, she was hit in the face a second time. and then she received another slap before she had a chance to recover from the second one, and then another, and another, and another, until the unequal force of her steps led her to fall to the ground. She was almost knocked unconscious.

  " B**ch!, I bet you never anticipated that this day would arrive, did you?" Gore remarked as he got closer to her in order to get a better look at her face.

   She wanted to curse him but before she could even utter a word of a response, he instantly stamped her mouth with his foot and then quickly raised it up. 

   Gore only pulled back his leg because he seemed to have heard the sound of a car pulling up outside; accordingly, he exclaimed, "so he's already here, amazing, it looks as though the whole family is about to be completed!"

   Gore then gave Griselder a sneaky grin before turning his attention to the entrance of the living room and stared at it with a nefarious glitter in his eyes. 

     Outside the house, Arnold's vehicle was suddenly joined by a second automobile that raced toward the house at full speed and sped up to park next to it. Christopher grieves was hanging to a rifle as he stumbled out of the vehicle.

   As soon as he exited the vehicle, color rapidly left his face, and he immediately started heading in the direction of the house. Seeing Arnold's car had made him realised that Lionel was indeed here.

    When he slammed the door of the entrance open, he saw the scene which he dreaded the most, the distasteful Lionel clutching his lovely wife while putting the short knife to her throat and behind them was his only son Arnold who was in a very terrible state that sent chills into the hearts of anyone who lay eyes on him.

  "You scumbag, let go of her!" Christopher grumbled as he held the rifle in his hand and directed it towards Gore.