The Manson: A Short Story

He knocked against the door and a young man opened it with a grin on his face. He appeared like a younger Manson, although his fur had small patches of silver. Below his chin was a small scar, most likely from a cut at some point. “About time that meeting ended, you never seem to be free from work.” “Don’t worry about it. Arc, Mina, Brian, I would like to introduce you to my son, Kaz.”Manson introduced us to him and invited us inside. We found ourselves in a rather large room designed slightly like Alfred’s but in an almost symmetrical design, with the couches facing away from the doorway, almost side by side and a single wooden table in the middle of them. At each end of the table, sat a single picture; one of Kaz and Manson and the other was of a young woman who seemed almost like Mina, only slightly …show more content…
“Without this knowledge, we won’t change anything.” “True, so for now, we should probably stick with Manson’s plan until we can figure this out.” Brian stated, an echoing crash echoed from the main room, interrupting him. We rushed to where Manson stood, crouching in front of a broken picture frame and holding a ripped piece of paper. We found that his face held a look of fear, loss and deep sadness; finding that the paper held a note from Kaz. ‘Father, I wish to inform you that I know you’ve been lying to me for my whole life, about my mother, about your job, about everything. The white lizard warned me that you would try to keep me here under your control like you had with the humans.
‘I’ve left the village and will never return home, no matter what you say. I will find my way to rid the world of the evil you tried to hide, that you tried to protect and hoped to gain from. I know about Project Divine and I know that it will be my way to change things for the better.
‘If I wipe the world free of the scum we call humans, then the world will be pure. Now and forever more.
‘I will not roll over for you again,