Victor sat on the sofa, fiddling with his mother's phone. After a long while, he leaned his head back against the sofa, then looked up at the ceiling, recalling the day of the Car Accidents.
"I'm really sorry, Vic. Your father can't come watch your game. He really has something very important to do..."
"This is the first championship of my life." The Black youth in the passenger seat was not placated in the slightest. "He hasn't come home in half a year. He doesn't care about you, and he doesn't care how I feel either. He isn't a good father, and he isn't a good husband..."
"He has his difficulties." The Black woman in the driver's seat sighed. "It was his hard work that gave us this comfortable life. You should know that sports are expensive. We live in a good neighborhood, and thousands of dollars vanish every month like water, yet I can still save money. That's all because your father works hard."
"Working hard researching alien freaks? Please, do you think I'm three years old? There are no aliens!" The youth shook his head and turned away, refusing to look at his mother.
His mother seemed helpless as well. She turned toward him, about to say something more. But the next second, a truck slammed into them from the side. Victor did not remember much of what happened afterward.
When he woke up, he was not in a hospital or at home, but in a laboratory. He saw his father, whom he had not seen in a long time, and he saw himself, transformed into a monster.
He could no longer play ball. He could not even go back to school. His life was completely over. At least, that was what he had thought before discovering his