“Okay, little Johnny. You're four years old now. It's time for your first kill. Here take this knife and I'll hold the bunny.” Taylor says as he hands little Johnny a sharp knife while his other hand grabs a firm hold on a little bunny.

Little Johnny looks at the knife then looks at the little bunny then immediately begins to cry. “Whaaaa!! Mommy!! Dad's being bad!!!!” Little Johnny yells out loud.

Sylvie walks out to the backyard and immediately becomes furious. “Taylor! What the fuck are you doing!?” She asks as she moves to take the knife out of Johnny’s hand.

“What?” Taylor asks, not sure what was wrong. “I had to get my first kill at eighteen; I thought I would just give him a head start.” Taylor says, assuming that it had to happen sooner or later.

“Are you fucking dense? What’s wrong with you? He’s just a kid! Kids should be treated like kids!” Sylvie says, her anger about to hit the roof.

“If your son grows up and decides he wants to kill something you can talk to him then. But for now this little bastard is just that; just a little bastard.” Sylvie says, feeling the urge to beat some sense into Taylor.

“Hey, we were married when we had little Johnny.” Taylor responds, ignoring the point.

“You’re fucking losing it, Taylor. You need help. What do you need right now? Just tell me? You’ve been out of it for weeks!” Sylvie exclaims, about to lose his patience with Taylor.

Taylor sighs and grabs his head. “I don’t know, Sylvie. It’s the power, I guess. It’s just stage five, but it's too much. I feel like I can’t be myself. The people who can discipline me in the world have drastically been reduced and I’m not sure what direction I should be walking in anymore.” Taylor expresses, letting out his bullshit.

Sylvie raises an eyebrow. “Do you need to get your ass kicked?” She asks, curious if that’s what Taylor was asking for.

“Yes! I need to get my ass kicked! I forgot what my limits are! I need to see the edge Sylvie!” Taylor exclaims, some pleading in his voice.

“Okay, easy, Taylor. I’ll kick your ass in a moment. Just leave little Johnny alone for a while. You’re pretty unstable.” Sylvie says as she guides Johnny inside the house.

Taylor sighs. Fuck… I don’t know what I’d do without my wife… He says, thanking god for pitying him.