Today was the day Ares had been waiting for his whole life. He was finally going to be enrolled in fashion school.
His father was a mechanic by trade — and quite a popular one. He wanted the same for Ares. He almost blew a fuse when he heard his son wanted to be a fashion designer.
"Over my dead body!" Ares's father roared. He was a hothead, deadly with a wrench. He had once beaten a whole gang with nothing but a wrench — a local legend and a virtuoso with any kind of engine.
"Ma, prepare the casket. I will liberate myself today!" Ares conjured a wrench of his own.
His mother facepalmed at the shenanigans of the father–son duo. She had heard more than a few proclamations of liberation, of being free from "slavery."
"I'd better get some popcorn," Ares's mother shrieked as she skipped off to get some.
"Popcorns?"
"Popcorns,"
Both father and son stared at the woman in disbelief as she came back with full makeup, sunglasses, and — just as she'd said — popcorn in her hands. How she managed to do all that in a few seconds would remain one of the world's great mysteries.
"Honey, if you lose, I'm going to divorce you," she barked at her husband, and then to Ares: "Get ready to be disowned if you lose."
"WTF!" Father and son's jaws dropped to the floor.
She lifted her sundress to reveal a cast-iron pan holstered to her thigh. The men went on a rampage.
Everything was a blur — punches, kicks thrown, ragged breaths. The men looked at each other.
Ares squared his shoulders. "No matter what you do, I will be a fashion design—"
He ducked as his father hurled a wrench at him. It whizzed past his temple, drawing blood and piercing right through the wall.
"Honey!!!" a scream came from the next door.
"Murder!" Ares shouted out the door, looking to see what happened. Running as far away from the house as possible, he didn't know what had happened. "Psychopaths…"
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" a roar came from behind. Ares's father was running in his underwear, carrying his wife on his shoulders. He could see blood in his father's eyes and his mother was still enjoying the popcorn.
"What's wrong with you? Wear some damn pants!" Ares barked at him. "And Mom, I'm your only son, please help me!"
"Get him, honey… No son of mine will be a fashion designer. We can make another one," Ares's mother said out loud.
Hearing that, Ares's father's eyes glowed bright red, his teeth buzzing like a chainsaw. He picked up speed, leaving a trail of dust.
"I'm dead… Somebody, anybody help me! I'm going to die!" Ares screamed at the top of his lungs.
His mother laughed sinisterly and revealed the pan, which turned into a blur — and suddenly everything went quiet.
Witness report:A pervert and a beauty in a sundress were seen dragging an unconscious boy into darkness.In a separate incident, a wrench was the primary suspect in the heavy beating of a man.The victim's wife described a loud noise — and then a wrench appeared in her husband's… backside.