Daud Andreas
Mirage
A Few Years PriorHe stood with such power, commanding, and authoritarian. Daud would shoot a glance up at him only once, before averting his gaze back down. His father was a man of capable of rash thought and decisions, coupled with his immense physical size, strength, and power, made him a man the Daud never wanted to go against. His mother, though frail and of sound mind, stood beside Daud's father as his accomplice, both of them concentrating their glaring anger at the teen. Daud's father spoke first, his voice booming and full of wrathful energy, "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Daud shot his eyes over the side, souring his lips and growing mad.
What a dumb question, He thought,
My actions should speak for themselves. Yeah, that would be the cool thing to say... What he actually said, however, was mumbled and without clarity, "
I thought it was cool..."
"YOU THOUGHT IT WAS COOL?!" His father screamed, approaching him closely and standing before him as a solid wall craved of steel and marble. His tone dropped to a sudden, serious demeanor. "There is nothing 'cool' about taking money for your powers."
"What's the big deal?" Daud retorted, "Smart guys can use their brains and make money, why can I use what I have?"
His mother interjected, providing a second opinion on Daud's actions. "You hurt someone, Daud." She spoke with such loftiness and concern, "You're supposed to help them."
Daud sneered, not giving a rat's ass about her way of thinking. "Yeah, well, people can help themselves."
"Don't talk to your mother that way." His father said, narrowing his eyes at his son. Something in Daud had snapped, some inner restriction and perimeter that surrounded his parents as untouchable. It was as if he had realized that his father and mother were people too, and people can be hurt and dealt with. Though lacking his father's size and muscle, Daud looked him square in the eye, issuing a challenge to his authority.
"Why?" He said coldly, never breaking his line of sight.
"I'll tell you why." His father said, now merely inches from Daud at this point. It was truly something to grasp, the size of this man compared to his son at this point. Daud found it increasingly hard to look him straight in the eyes anymore, but he held firm. His father spoke low, with serious intent and delivery, "She was my
wife before she your
mom, and no one speaks to my
wife that way." Daud broke his gaze, looking away and cursing himself for doing so. He stepped back from his father, yielding the battle between the two.