A tall figure with long,more than normal long,silver hair was standing lonely at the balcony of the Arclight mansion,everyone would recognize that figure even in the dark night,it wasn’t difficult to recognize Byron’s older,and perhaps favourite,son Christopher Arclight or V as he lately called himself
His mind was at so many things together,first of all he still wasn’t sure that what he was doing was right,he felt like a puppet to the hands of his own father…or at least what was left from his father…a childish figure with a mask that gave him creeps
“damn it” he growled hitting his fist on the edge of the balcony
he missed his father,he really did,even if now he was at his 21 he still needed a parent,someone to guide him not lead him…for him that was a huge difference.
but more of all he missed his relationship with his two brothers..the way they was before…without worries..he could sit for hours with them,teach them new stuff,or even let them annoy him…
his thoughts were cut short when he heard a noise like…crack…behind him,he turned fast,sharp blue eyes scanned the view but he saw nothing in the dark,yet he was sure he heard it
“who’s there?” his cold like icy voice broke the silence,he found it really difficult that someone was brave enough to break in their house...unless,it was one of his siblings.