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The liger purred a response as he was pat on the nose. It would be his own responsibility to make it back to the garage, alone. A usual routine after the brother's shenanigans.

Little did Riot know he would have no time to flee from this storm. It was, a trap. His father was waiting red faced for him to even get near the house.

"Rudolf Artemius!" He barked as Riot came into view. Notably 'Whitebane' was left out of the saying of his name. It was intentional.

"What were you thinking? Or were you even thinking at all?" He continued to bark like an old dog. "Sneaking out and dragging your brother into it? Unacceptable!"

The old man's hands tightened into hard fists. His face if at all possible, became redder with the obvious disrespect from his own son.

"How DARE you show such disrespect toward ME! You useless ungrateful little cur!" he roared. "You have and never will be part of this family! I don't see why Nicodemus waists his time even talking to such a pathetic excuse for a human being!"

The mother covered her mouth at the words. Even she thought that was going too far. "s-stop, Th-" He reached back and slapped the woman prompting her to quiet down. The force was enough to cause her nose and mouth to bleed.

He looked back at Riot and pointed a finger back at him. "Such disrespect will NOT go unpunished."

If there had been more time, more warning, to the actions of his son perhaps he would have done better to block himself. But there was no warning and the man soon found himself on the floor with his enraged son.

He struggled once on the floor, however. The mother was weeping and in her final moments of consciousness realized with wide eyes what they had been doing to their youngest. She loved them both dearly, both her sons, however she did nothing to stop the torture Riot had been going through... Yet he was defending her. Her mouth opened to protest their fighting, but nothing came out. Soon her sight darkened into unconsciousness.

The father struggled to get Riot off of his body. He didn't realize that his wife had passed out on the floor behind them. "Little cur!" he growled as he swung his own punch at his son

Little did they both know a black fog begun seeping through the doors and making its way to their minds. It was invisible to them, and slowly it would ebb the mindless rage away from the males, and slowly take the life of Riot's mother. Forcing her vitals to slowly give up.

Adrenaline had taken the pain from Riot's blows as well. Being slammed on the floor did little to stop his drive to get back at his own son for whatever rage he may carry.

The ambition didn't last long as the affect of the black fog slowly took away his blind rage. Anger was still there, but the need to fight was slowly disappearing.

"E-Elinore?" The man stuttered quietly as he looked at the unconscious woman. Each breath she took seemed shorter and longer apart. Her skin grew pale by the second, her lips begun to turn blue.

The butler finally entered the entryway just in time to see the end of the commotion. Fist instinct was to pick up the phone and call the medical team.

Riot's father was in a state of shock now, he could not believe what was happening his wife? What had he done?

"I-i..." The man looked at his wife and said nothing, nor did he move. His mouth ajar as he looked at the scene. It just didn't make sense, he hit her... hard. But, it shouldn't be like this. Regret filled the man's heart as he sat there frozen in time, watching hopelessly.

"m-my baby..." she whispered, her voice drained. Her eyes barely opened as a small amount of consciousness returned to her. Perhaps the sudden movement brought it back?

"my baby boy...." She reached a frail shaking hand out to touch his face. Her skin ice cold.

"I...am sorry, so sorry... m-my baby..." Tears begun to well up in her dulling eyes. Sorrow to her own failure as a parent in her youngest son's raising. The fog brought every memory to her mind of every birthday they neglected him. Her heart broke with every year that past through her mind.

"h-he doesn't mean it... he loves you so much..."

She smiled weakly at him, her hand gently griped his face as it begun to slip.

Jarvis, the butler came rushed up to Riot's side when he finished giving information on the phone. "The medics are on their way sir." He spoke as he stopped at Riot's father's side and shook him a bit. He seemed to be in a nightmare...

The black fog gripped at the woman's mind once more, sending commands to all the vitals to shut down completely.

"I..love you... please.. forgive me...... my baby, please forgive... what I did to you... please forgive..." Her words softened as did her expression. She could feel the life slipping from her. Her touch grew colder still. " I...love...you... so ... much...my.. precious... baby........" She whispered as her head relaxed completely and her gaze fell distant. Her hand remained only in place by Riots grip, her own strength now completely gone.

Moments latter the ambulance arrived, Jarvice made haste letting them in only so that they could diagnose the death. Mr. Whitebane stood there still in horror and shock. It all seemed surreal. In his mind the fog worked to deepen the blame on himself for his beloved's death. How did his rage get so out of hand? Why did he not hold back his hand?

Two of the paramedics promptly went to his side and try and coax him out of the shock. The other two approached Riot so that they could obtain Elanore Whitebane's body and see what condition the boy was in. Two stretchers were brought in after the first four medics came into the house. One of the stretchers had a body bag on them...

Word had been sent to Nicodemus of his mother's death, but the message would be delayed. One of the scientists purposely withheld the message so Nicodemus could focus on the tests.

Mr. Whitebane refused to go with the medics, and for the longest time he refused to move from where he was standing. The blame was heavy on his heart. Eventually Jarvis was able to get him to move to his room, where he sat on his chair out on the porch overlooking the gardens. He refused to eat, sleep, or even talk to anyone.

She loved the gardens. It was her favorite past time to walk out among her flowers and other plants. Even her will stated that she was to be buried in the back yard among her plants. There would be a funeral, eventually. But before there can be a funeral a thorough autopsy would be performed to find the cause of death.

One of the medics mentioned something about a domestic violence case, however the mention fell to deaf ears. Mr. Whitebane couldn't care less about that. His beloved was gone, it was his fault... all his fault....

"young master, come to bed. You've been through a lot..." Jarvis approached Riot after he had managed to get Mr. Whitebane to his room.