[A few minutes earlier]
Turmoil; unbridled rage, confusion, and anxiety plagued the boy's mind. Too many emotions at once to handle, he decided to go to sleep.
As soon as his consciousness fled to the realm of drowsiness, his eyes shot right back open. Samuel looked around and a small smile graced his lips.
He was tired of being the spectator; he liked to be the one in control. The only time he gets to move this body around is when his main consciousness, that is Sam, falls asleep.
As far as he can remember he was born or rather created by Sam a week ago.
[A week prior]
In a rundown two-bedroom apartment stood a couple arguing. The man had his hand in the air with an exasperated look on his face, "-Linda I'm telling you, it's about time you stop babying that boy. All he does is sit in his room all day reading books and watching cartoons; he's sixteen why is he still watching cartoons? He needs to go get a job!"
"He's still young and is perfectly fine. It's a common trend nowadays to watch cartoons and they're not called cartoons it's called anime. If you'd spend time to know him you'd come to know that!"
"I do spend time with him!"
"NO You Don't!!" She said teary eyed looking at the man she once loved. "No you don't. All you do is smoke weed, work, and expect him to do the same. At least he's in his books. At least he's trying to be different. Just accept him for who he is; stop trying to make him a mini you."
As they were going back and forth the boy stood at his bedroom door hesitant to open it. He hated it when they argued, and most of all he hated it when he yelled at her; he hated him.
"Well whatever I'm taking him to this guy I know, he should be able to line up a job for him in no tim-"
"No you're not! He's staying right here with me" she countered.
"Yes, the fuck I am!! I am his father I also get a say in his life"
"NOT WHEN YOU'RE PUTTING HIS LIFE IN DANGER YOU DON'T"
"It's just a fucking Job Linda! What danger are you talking about!?"
"Oh yea just a job, what job is it Mr street smart?"
"It's a delivery job" he whispered.
"You're scum you know that. Get out of my house. We don't want to see your face ever again"
"And what if I don't"
"Then I'll call the cops"
"Pfft yea we'll see what they'll do. They don't run this block, I do."
She stood there silent and tired, "just get out, and please just stay out of his life, my life, our life altogether. You're a bad influence and I can't afford to have you ruining his childhood."
"Whatever bitch don't call me when you're broke."
"Your mom's a bitch"
"Don't bring my mother into this you fucking whore"
"Don't call my Mom a whore you monkey!" Said a loud childish voice as a door was flung open violently.
"Monkey? Boy you preceded from my balls, how dare you disrespect me like that? Go back to your room. Me and your chimp of a mother are having a conversation." The man said only slightly glancing in his direction.
"Stop calling my mother names or else."
"Or else what" The man finally turned his undivided attention to the boy.
"What are you gonna do you little chimp?"
"Trevor leave the boy alone and just leave"
"No no no Linda our little cub is finally growing some mane so he thinks he can challenge me now. Listen here twerp, running your mouth is for pussies. If you can't back it up you're worse than a pussy; you a pussy little bitch"
"Don't Talk To Our, My Son Like That!!" Linda protectively moved towards her child.
"Get the fuck out the way" Trevor pushed her as he advanced to the boy.
Sam seeing his mother being flung aside finally lost it. He rushed the man and launched a mighty kick in his sperm generator.
Trevor clutched his crotch, eyes blood red as he cursed the boy in many tongues and dialects even he didn't know he possessed.
Not even waiting for his pain to subside. He grabbed the child by his locks and punched him square in the face.
Not ever being hit so hard before, Sam's head flung back, and blood gushed from his nose.
He grabbed onto his father's muscular arm clawing him and throwing reckless punches in his direction. No matter how much he clawed or punched the man, he seemed unmovable.
Still feeling the pain in his crotch while constantly getting scratched and punched by his son, Trevor became even more furious. He grabbed the boy more firmly by his dreads and began punching him in the face. He punched him repeatedly until the boy was on the verge of losing consciousness.
Seeing her son getting battered and on the brink of death the woman screamed in fear, "Let my Child Go! You're gonna kill him!"
She stumbled off the floor limping as she made her way towards them. The man barely registered her approaching presence as he indulged in the violence of his child.
Grabbing a kitchen knife from the nearby counter, Linda limped ferociously towards the man.
It wasn't until she was close enough to be in his peripheral vision that Trevor noticed her. But when he did, he saw a knife coming down towards him. He turned in time to barely block the blade. The knife that was aimed at his back grazed his eyelid instead, shedding blood and giving him a scar.
Grabbing the knife and flinging it aside the man once again cursed under his breath, "fucking crazy bitch and a nerd pussy bitch of a child." Now he stood with one arm holding Sam's head and the other arm holding Linda's throat. Both of them were powerless to his Samson-like strength.
Through his bloody eyes and fading consciousness Sam saw his mother's terrible condition. He clawed desperately whispering her name before finally passing out.
Realizing that his burden had lessened by one Trevor tossed the sleeping boy aside, and looked towards the woman.
As soon as the boy's body hit the floor his eyes flung wide open. He lost consciousness feeling weak and defeated, but he awoke with unbridled anger and desire to kill.
How dare that burly humpback monkey lay a hand on my mother? I will kill him.
He pushed off the floor with renewed vigor and enough anger to power a city. Concentrating all his strength in his right leg he pushed off the ground with a burst of speed that seemed to go beyond human limits.
As he neared his father, he wheeled back his hand winding up to punch him into oblivion. However, just like before, his father seemed to have some type of sixth sense, turning around just in time to see the fist nearing his face. Unlike the first time however, this time he didn't get to dodge.
The fist landed squarely between his eyes and nose bridge drawing blood immediately. His head got flung back as his grip loosened on the woman. He grabbed the nearby counter for balance while trying to look up at his son. Before his head could even rise he felt a sharp agonizing pain in the back of his head loosing consciousness on the spot.
With wheezing breath and heaving chest stood Samuel the wrathful, bloodied and awakened. This was the Birth of Samuel.