Good Timing.

" And here I was wondering why'd you suddenly act like shit! Fuckin' turns out you fucking idiotly caught a fever! " Lloyd yelled, trying to calm down by shouting, his limbs trembles as his mind almost go blank in fear.

". . ." Ethan only glared more intensely, pushing the knife closer and closer till it touched Lloyd's neck, blood slowly oozed out and fell on the floor.

" Dude! For fuck's sake! Stop glaring already! My limbs won't stop trembling!! Do you think I'm that perverted enough to molest a ten years old kid?! Jesus! If you think I'll sleep with'a girl who hadn't have her bloddy period yet, then fuck all whores in this fucked up world!!" Lloyd kept on swearing, trying to make himself think of something else in front of an intimidating pressure that's currently pressing him against all edge.

Ethan stood up in daze, asking himself again what he's doing as he watch the floor-slumped Lloyd slowly calm his trembling limbs.

"Fuck! Stop with the eyes already! I'm gonna pee my pants at this rate! Shit you! So early in the morning and your face is the fist thing to see! My day's rui- no! My fucking whole life's ruined!" Lloyd continued cursing at Ethan even with his limbs trembling and heart beating loud and fast from the overwhelming fear.

" Wow, ain't that extreme! Mister, what's your name?!" Faith sat on the floor, poking Lloyd's head, asking.

" Why not ask that shithead?!" Lloyd pointed his middle finger at Ethan in annoyance, talking mighty but still unable to move off the cold floor.

" Who're you calling a shithead, you shittyhead?" Harold asked Lloyd, but there's no hint of anger at all, still can't move on from sleeping next to his only son, feeling all optimistic and in extremely good mood. ( Ethan is the only son of Harold Hendrix and Clara Yeshua(they're not married). Blake's a child born from the holy power of a God)

" You three are the same, as clueless as my potatoes" Ethan shook his head and leaned on the wall, feeling all tired and sleazy.

" Your potatoes?!" Harold asked in awe.

" FUCK YOU!" Lloyd shouted and his head was bonked by the hand of Harold and Lynn.

A man suddenly barged in and reported:

" A letter from the head came last night, I was planning on giving it to the Boss as soon as possible. . . But I can't help but postpone it for hours" The guy said.

' A letter from father. . . Impossible. . .' Harold thought as he accept the envelope and opened it, reading an invite for a family reunion that he could never believe of.

[ Dear son of mine as bright as night and alike of trash,

You MUST come at your most horrible home where I shall humbly welcome you with pain, and that was a joke.

Come with your child(ren) to you-know-where.

Zeke H.

PS. it's a family reunion.]

" . . ." Harold was speechless. ' The geezer must've lost it. . .' he thought before throwing the letter and walking towards Ethan with an idiotic smile. The falling letter, before it could ever touch the floor, shined and turned into homograpic-like shackles which then captured the hand of whoever has the noble blood of Hendrix within a kilometer radius.

" Boss! That's. . ."

" I know. If we don't come, we'll be teleported forcefully. That geezer is serious, but why? Did he eat something weird? There's no way he cares about his family" Harold said in serious yet curious tone, looking at the shackles in his and Ethan's hands. " Anyway, are you still cold?" Harold asked Ethan with a con-man smile. " Want a cuddle?" He said with his arms open wide.

' That person's action is faster than expected' Ethan thought in relief.

" Shall we get ready?" Harold asked, extending his hand towards Ethan, inviting.

" You don't seem to mind this shackles at all." Ethan didn't accept his father's hand and just walked first, Harold only followed and walk the same pace as Ethan, not minding his son's coldness.

" Of course! It makes me feel closer to my son, even if it means I don't have my own freedom" Saying with a warm smile, Harold pat his son's head.

' Another useless self sacrificing. I will be this person's biggest downfall, I tell you' Ethan shook his head.

' Cold as ever, that's my son for sure!' Harold thought, pleased inside. " Want me to bath you?"

" Want me to sell you?" Ethan asked back.

" Haha. . . Then I'll be taking my bath" Harold left just like that, afraid of the things that'll come out next of Ethan's lips.

. . .

At the spacious inside of a mansion, all Hendrixs are teleported inside, filling up one tenths of the room. Then soon, visitors came, wearing formal yet expensive outfits, body covered and decorated in colorful and priceless stones, talking to each other with the most tastiest and expensive wine in the cup they're holding, chattering as they criticize the Hendrix descendants that are locked in a box of blue Lazer light, the only way out is for them to step out themselves. Ethan longed been out of there without anyone noticing.

The expensive wine splashes at Ethan's face, and another poured to his head, all thanks to his height, it was perfect.

" I'm sure Corax is just protecting you that day with a bluff because he has something on you" The leader on chapter 4, namely, Kevin Williams said after what he just did.

The people who saw it chuckled and murmurs their ridiculing to Ethan.

Harold who was (forcedly)sitting beside Zeke at the middle of the hall— at the altar, snapped all thousands of Zeke's strings which disable one's movement by stopping or slowing the blood of his descendants, in other words, Zeke's power is to control the blood he gave to his descendants. The power to dominate his family, that's why he's avoided.

" Dear me. . . Could it be? Is he your son?" Zeke asked in amusement with a whisper.

" THAT DICK!!" Harold shouted directly at Kevin Williams. He only stood to not make the matter worse and for Zeke to not have any interest in Ethan, but little did he know, Zeke has already did.

" Pardon me, it seems that your friend's seats are empty, although it appears that you two are in a quarrel, it would be nice to have at least one to seat on it, don't you agree, young master Ethan Hendrix?" The head butler of the Hendrix, a Hitman suggested.

" If that is what he wishe-"

Ethan's phone rang and was answered automatically without him answering. Ethan put upis hand to them and put the phone to his ear.

[ Hey!!! You asked me to call!! Answer meeeeeee!!!]

" Were you sleeping?" Ethan asked, changing the topic as he wish.

[ Yeah! Wait!. . . at least answer me first for once!]