Death

It was a quiet day. The birds were tweeting and everything was calm. Emil was out, living his life, having fun.

"It's kinda lonely around here without the old man, though.."

The day was nearing it's end, so Emil decided that he should head back home. A little while after he'd gotten home, his doorbell rung.

"Excuse me, I'd like to talk to you about something."

Emil opened the door slightly and looked at the man standing outside. He was wearing a Zeon uniform. Arguing with Zeon soldiers never lead to anything good, so Emil figured he might as well listen to the soldier.

"Er.. come on in, then."

The man entered the house, and Emil showed him to the kitchen table.

"Um, would you like some coffee?"

"Thanks, I'd love some."

After a while of drinking their coffee and smalltalking, Emil got kinda curious about what the Zeon soldier wanted to talk about.

"Was.. there any particular thing you wanted to talk about?"

"You really don't remember me?"

Emil looked at him a bit, and then shook his head.

"I am Frank Glensburg. I'm your father."

"You're... my father? My father?"

"You're my father? YOU'RE THE LOUSY EXCUSE OF A HUMAN BEING THAT RUINED MY LIFE?!

Emil screamed and jumped at the man, knocking him to the ground. Then he punched, and punched, and punched, until the man stopped moving. Then he kept punching him, until his fists were all bloody. The man was dead. Emil had killed a man, and his own father, even.

"Oh my god. What have I done? Oh my god, ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod FUCK WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST DO?! I killed another person.. just like that? I... killed someone. I'm a murderer. Oh god, I can't believe I killed him.. This can't be real.."

But this was the truth.

"I.. killed him. I have to get rid of him, somehow! I have to get rid of the body before someone finds me out.. Perhaps I could bury him in the backyard..."

Emil spent much of the night burying the corpse of his now dead father.