Spyder

The axe came crashing down on my father's shoulder. The hammer fell as his arm was nearly sheered off. With his other hand, he reached out to grab Spyder's throat. Spyder kicked him hard in the chest, sending him back into the house. My Dad crashed over the end table, trying to right himself with a ruined arm. Spyder walked forward with grim determination. There was no hate in his eyes, no judgement. The axe came down, splitting my father's face diagonally across the front. He fell to the floor with a dull thud. I looked at him through the rails. "This was what **** should look like," I thought. Cold, Hard, and Final. I couldn't believe I ever romanticized it. All my Vampire stuff, all the skulls...

Spyder looked up to see me crying. He yanked the axe out of my Dad's head without even looking, and ran up the steps. He pulled off his leather jacket and draped over my naked body. "Jesus! What did they do to you?" he asked, seeing the drying cum all over me and that all of them were exposed. I couldn't look him in the eye. He was a strong guy, mainly because he worked crappy jobs lifting heavy things instead of finishing college. Still, his lip piercing and spiky hair set him apart. He wore thick, 5 buckle boots with a gore encrusted steel plate over the toe, black jeans, and a tight black tank top with a Punisher logo on it.
He also had a bandage on his left arm. It looked like he was bleeding...

"Come on, we gotta get out of here!" He said, and ran into my room, basically dragging me. He flung my drawer open, and pulled out the tightest tank top I had (It had a Gothy Cherub on it with the words "Fallen Angels are More Fun" on it) and a pair of leather pants. "Put these on." he said as he went to the window.

I started to tingle all over. Something was wrong. "I shouldn't be horny right now!" I thought. What the hell was going on?!? It was all I could do to not start touching myself...