Tiny: Above the clouds, the brown and bland view, a shiny helicopter flew. I had suspected it was coming for someone else since it landed a mile away... little did I know, that was just a pit stop before a real tragedy.

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[alleyway, outside]

Carter: " See the thing is, ugh, okay this is a bit difficult to explain and it'd take me forever to explain bu- "

Tiny: " Look, there's a helicopter in the air. Is it related to any of this criminal city stuff by chance? "

Carter: " What did you say? "

Tiny: " A helicopter. There's a helicopter--and it just landed. "

Carter: " Where?? "

Tiny: " I don't know? Like a mile away from here? "

Carter: " What color was it? "

Tiny: " Silver. "

Horror crept up Carter, and a sudden premonition occurred.

Carter: " We have to leave, like now. "

He grabbed his son's hands and started dashing toward the light. The light was safe, the light was public. It was there that a scene couldn't be made.

Tiny: " What's going on? Is that the government? "

Tiny: " A-are they coming for you?? "

...

Carter: " No. Fuck what I said about the government, this person is just as bad, maybe worse. "

Tiny: " Well who is it? "

Carter: " It's- "

They stopped in their tracks. Three gigantic men were blocking the exit. Their shadows hovered strongly over the pair, surrounding them completely.

Carter's tight grasp on Tiny's hand suddenly loosened and then dropped.

Carter: " Oh FUCK me. What the fuck is up with this damn movie cliché!? "

Tiny: " Dad? "

...

Carter: " Agh! Okay just come out. "

Emerging between the mountainous men, came a much more petite person of stature.

Jim: " Hello Carter, and... Tiny. "

...

Tiny: " Who are you? And how do you know my name? "

Jim: " Oh wow, no hugs? "

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Jim: " Guess your dad here didn't tell you about me. "

Carter: " Quit it Jim. I gave you that stupid piece of land. Leave us alone now, like you promised. "

Jim: " I didn't promise shit little brother. "

Tiny: Did he just say little brother? That means.. they're related..?

Tiny: " Are you my.. uncle? "

Jim: " That's right Tiny. "

A devious smile spread across Jim's face.

Jim: Tiny. What a preposterous name. The kid has grown up to be quite tall.

Jim: " So what type of humor is this, Carter? I knew you were the rude and deceitful type, but to think... I would've never guessed that day in the hospital, when you told me you'd name him Tiny in honor of me, that it was a cruel joke. The kid CLEARLY has your genetics! "

Due to some unforeseen rejections, Jim Harris developed a complex about his height at an early age. In a burst of anger, he always did things he never regret.

Tiny: " Dad, why didn't you tell me that I had an uncle? "

Carter: " Now's not the time, I'm sorry son. Your uncle, no... Jim, is about to do something serious. "

With the flick of a finger, Jim's henchmen handed him a knife.

Carter: " Slow down Jim, you don't want to do anything you'll regret. "

Jim: With maniacal laughter... " You really thought I wouldn't find out? "

Jim: " You should know me better by now brother, I never do things I regret. "

If you ever wondered if our mc Tiny was the type to fight, flight, or freeze... he fights.

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Tiny: I didn't understand why my uncle was lunging closer to my father with a knife, but what I did understand was we barely got our family back together. I was not going to let him ruin it.

Despite Carter guarding his son, albeit in the typical flimsy way with one hand over his son's body, Tiny flickered in front of his uncle and tried swiping at the knife, ultimately making it land on the floor.

Realizing that his son was in front of danger, Carter's brain had processed the true sensitivity of the situation.

Carter: " Tiny! Stay back! "

And to no one's surprise, lo' and behold, Uncle Jim pulled out a backup knife.

With a quick whish, and not a singular second to spare, a weapon was pierced through the heart of Carter Harris.

Tiny: " DAD!!! "

Carter's body fell to the floor with a light thud.

Tiny's eyes quickly darted toward his uncle, but it was too late. The space between them was too far, and his uncle's bodyguards had already blocked the way.

Jim: " Good bye, Tiny. "

...

Blood poured from his father's chest, and as Tiny stood and stared at him, he couldn't cry. He wasn't going to. After all, how could he cry when he barely got the chance to reconcile with his father? The potential memories and bonds they could've formed... all gone.

He felt something indescribable... something twisted. What he felt... was anger. It wasn't the silly type of mild anger that would make someone punch a wall or kick a puppy, it was the type of madness that would make someone commit a crime. What Tiny wanted, and what he had on his mind... was murder. He was going to get his revenge.

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Jim hopped away safely with no one suspecting a thing... or so he thought. When Jim Harris got back to his silver helicopter, the government was there to greet him, impolitely.

Government official 1: " Jim Harris, you're under arrest for the murder of your brother, Carter Harris. You have no right to a trial by jury, instead.. you're going to Criminal Island. "

Jim: " W-wait! Who are you and how did you know!? "

The government tightly grabbed onto Jim's rebelling arms and cuffed him. They placed a bag over his head and guided him to the backseat of his own helicopter.

Jim: " You're making a huge mistake! I'm INNOCENT! "

Jim: " I don't belong there!!! "

Government official 2: " You hear that Duncan? Motherfucker has the galls to say he doesn't belong there. That's hilarious. "

Government official 1: " Hilarious indeed. I guess it's true what they say.. the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. "

Government official 1: " Say hi to your mother for me Jimmy. She was a tough one. "

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[alley, Tiny and henchmen]

Tiny: " You guys can leave now.. "

The three men nodded in agreement and left. No one knows where they went or what they found, but at least they were gone now.

Tiny grabbed his father and thrusted the cold dead body onto his back. He couldn't help thinking to himself, "Where are the clichés now?"

Tiny: I didn't even get to hear his last words..

As he walked toward civilian light, many spectators turned their heads in shock of the view.

...

Alright Tiny. This is the start of your villain origin story.