King of Hearts
Chapter 2 – Pitch Robotnik.
Don Shadow Robotnik's POV, Robotnik compound.
The men who were left greeted me as I came through the door with Rover.
As I slowly made my way up the stairs to my office, I asked him.
"Where's my boy?"
Letting my guards grant me access into my office, I walked in with Rover who was already with an answer I should have seen coming.
"He went out according to the men at the gate."
Taking a seat in my chair, I covered my eyes with my thumb and pointer finger and replied.
"Where's his mother?"
"I don't know sir." Replied Rover as I looked up at him with an annoyed glance.
"Can you do me a favor?" I wondered in a tired voice as he immediately nodded and approached my desk.
Giving him a straight forward stare, I asked.
"Can you go find him? I'm sure he's gotten himself into trouble again with those boys he hangs out with." I stated with worry as he quickly replied.
"I'm sure he's okay."
Letting a smile run me by, I chuckled and replied.
"Haha. He's fine?"
Rover looked at me with understanding as I finished.
"The kid is always up to something. And I'm sure it's bad for him and for me. Just do me this Rover and go get my son."
Quickly making his way for the door, I shouted as he left.
"He's probably down in the Bronxs! Make sure he's not hurt!"
As Rover soon left my sight, I lowered myself back in my desk as another one of my men came in.
"Need anything sir?"
Nodding, I replied.
"Find my wife and tell her our son is up to no good again. Maybe she can talk some sense into him."
My soldier nodded in response and made his way out with my door to shut, as I remained seated with my head slowly falling down.
This boy was going to be the death of me.
Rover's POV, The Bronxs.
Slowly getting out of my car, I looked to see nothing but a dark street and street lights.
"Where are you Pitch?" I asked myself, as I headed to where I remember his friends living from when I had to come bail him out before.
As I got closer, I began to spike my ears to the sounds of grunts and groans.
Quickly picking up my pace, I turned into an alley to find Shadow's son being beaten down to the ground by three guys.
Running my way in, I took hold of the nearest man and sent him into the trashcans along with his buddy who was caught off guard by the sudden interference.
As they stumbled to get up, I looked back to see the third man attempt a swing at me.
Quickly ducking, I grabbed along the outside of his arm and bent it back until his whole body was bent in front of me.
In force, I sent my elbow down on the back of his shoulder making it break on impact.
"Aghhhh!" The guy screamed in pain as his buddies had already bailed on him.
Looking back to see Pitch slowly struggling to get back up, I took hold of the injured attacker and asked.
"Why are you attacking Shadow Robotnik's son!? You got a death wish!?" I asked in anger as he pinned himself into a wall.
Getting a tight grip on his jacket, I held him back until he replied.
"The kid owes us money! You teach him to pay back his debts or shit like this is bound to happen to him!"
My anger hit it's point and in force I sent the man out from the wall and towards the exit to the alley.
"I catch you near him again and I'll be sure you don't get up!"
The man ran off in speed as I looked back to see Pitch regaining his legs.
Pitch was the bosses' son. Five foot eleven, one hundred and sixty pound hedgehog. Deep black coat of quills and an even set of brown eyes. Blood trailed down the whole left side of his face and he held his ribs in pain, as he slowly said.
"Thanks Rover. I don't know where I'd be without you."
Taking his appearance to my notice, I replied.
"Dead, that's where. What do you think your doing?"
Giving me a small grin, he replied.
"I needed some cash."
"For what?" I asked in concern as he looked back to me with a frown.
"Just some weed. That's all I swear!" He stated as I shook my head.
"You know your father hates that shit Pitch! What is he going to do if he finds out your still blazing!?" I asked in concern for the poor kid as he lowered his head.
"I don't know. Maybe give me a stern talking, but that's all these days."
"That's all because I'm there to bail you out every time!" I stated in an annoyed tone as he nodded and replied.
"That's why your my best friend Rov. Come on." He slowly began to beg as I looked back to think.
"I'll admit to the beating, but leave the weed out. Please Rover I'm begging you! If my dad finds out I'm doing it again he'll kick my ass!" He stated in sadness, as I turned back to stare calmly into his eyes.
Taking hold of his arm, I replied.
"This is the last time."
Giving me an instant smile he replied.
"Thanks man!"
Nodding as I got his side, I replied.
"Don't mention it. Now, let's get you back to your pa."
Pitch gently began to walk with my help as I got a close look at his eyes.
Pitch was never a good kid growing up. It was always something. Started off with toys and made it's way up to ether money or cash. And I always find myself bailing him out of it. Kid reminds me of me back in the day. Guess that's why I watch out for his ass. That, and it's for Shadow's sake. The Don can't hardly get a good night's sleep without him under protection. Always afraid he will try something. Can't say I blame him.
As we got to the car, I got him in and began our short drive back.
As we sat in silence and approached the gate, I handed him a hankie I had in the visor above the seat.
Slowly taking it from me I urged.
"Try and look like you didn't get your head cracked open by some loan sharks, will ya?"
Smiling towards me, I chuckled and entered the compound to park the car.
As we got out, I retook Pitch's arm to began the slow hike up to his dad's office, where him and his wife both waited in concern.
Pitch lowered the hankie as his mom was first to speak.
"What were you doing this time Pitch!? Do you have any idea how much you put both me and your father through!?" She asked, as I got to the other side of the room where Don Robotnik slowly called me over to speak.
"What happened?" He asked in a quiet tone as I leaned into his ear.
"Three hoods were beating him down in an alley. I managed to find him before anything worse happened to him."
"You kill them?" He asked next as I shook my head.
"No sir. I sent two guys running and broke the third's arm."
Nodding very slowly, Don Robotnik replied.
"Thank you. Do you mind leaving us alone for a few minutes?" He wondered as I quickly shook my head.
"Not at all sir. Just...?"
Shadow looked to me as I whispered.
"Be easy on him. He knows what he did was wrong." I stated as he kindly nodded and sat back in his chair.
Gently bobbing my head, I made my way out.
Don Shadow Robotnik's POV.
Zarra continued her rampaged on my boy as I remained seated with deep thought on what do.
Pitch was once again beaten to a bloody pulp and recovered by my personal guard. I swear Rover gets more time with him these days then his own father.
As Zarra finished her rant, I looked to my son who wearisomely looked at me.
"I'm not going to yell. I'm not going to talk your ear off Pitch." I stated as he nodded slowly and approached me from the other side of my desk.
"You should know by now how this goes." I stated as he looked to me in slight confusion.
"You go out. I worry something bad has happened to you. I send Rover to find you. Your always getting beaten up by gangs, thugs, or lowlifes."
Pitch nodded to his sadness as I went on.
"Then you come back. Your mother mentally scars you with her voice."
Zarra glared at me as I smiled.
"Then you tell me why I should still let you go out there alone."
Immediately Pitch replied.
"Cause I don't want some soldier protecting me dad. I barely got any friends because of our family's status and it's hard enough to find a girl who even wants to be near me when I tell her my last name."
I went silent as he went on.
"The only girl who would give me a chance is ether a gold digger or a slut."
"Watch your mouth Pitch!" Ordered Zarra as I watched my boy go silent for a few seconds.
In a soft look towards my eyes, he said.
"I just want a normal life dad."
Both of us went silent now as Zarra stepped forward to take his shoulder.
"You do have a normal life baby. We just worry about you getting killed out there." She stated as Pitch shook her off to reply.
"My life is never normal mom. I'm ether feared or avoided. No normal kid my age has that problem."
"And it's not your fault." She stated in concern as he instantly asked.
"Then who's is it?"
"Mine." I replied in control as they both looked to me.
Taking my son around the desk, I said to him.
"It's my fault your life is so messed up. I took this job and with it, it brought trouble. Understand son, I want to change. That's why I'm retiring soon. Not for me. Not for your mother. Just for you."
Pitch grew sadder as I took his shoulder.
"I never wanted you to have this. All these problems at eighteen. Fights, drugs, guns. Getting beaten in an alleyway."
Pitch looked into my eyes as I continued.
"I never wanted you to get hurt. So I'm sorry I want you to be safe, and I'm sorry if it screws up your social life even more, but it lets me sleep good at night knowing your okay. That's all I want Pitch. Just one good night's sleep knowing your safe and out of harms way." I stated as he remained sniffling up the small amounts of blood that were coming out from his nose.
I grew sad myself, as he came back to reply.
"I'm sorry."
Gently taking him into a hug, I replied.
"Don't be. It's my fault. I'm the one who should be sorry."
Zarra looked on at me with understanding, as I slowly went for her eyes then back down to my son's.
"Can you do me favor then?" I asked of him as he nodded.
"Sure. What is it?"
Letting my eyes gently rest on his head, I replied.
"Stay in tonight. Relax. Just don't go back out there."
Pitch nodded as I urged him.
"Promise me you won't leave. Promise me you'll stay in tonight."
Gently releasing himself from me, he replied.
"I promise."
A smile came to my face and Zarra's as he backed up in front of us.
"I'm going to go get cleaned up." He stated as I nodded with her at my side.
Taking his effort to try and turn, I waited till he was by the door to say.
"Pitch."
With blood along his cheeks he asked.
"What is it?"
Giving him a small smile, I replied.
"I love you."
In time one beamed on him and he replied.
"I love you too."
As seconds of silence now passed and Pitch made his way to his room, I looked back to my desk to find Zarra already in concern for our talk.
"You should have grounded him."
"He's eighteen Zarra."
"So?" she questioned as I retook my seat.
"So he's too old for that."
"So he can just feel free to go out there whenever he wants and get into any kind of trouble there is?" She wondered in concern as I shook my head.
"He's able to make his own choices in life now. All we can do is guide him through them. Unfortunately we can't be there for him like Rover can, but at least we can show him the respect his age comes with." I stated as she fell quiet.
"I swear to you Zarra he won't be doing that for much longer. Kid will be taking the reigns soon." I stated, as she nodded and made her way for the door.
"And god let there be a miracle." She urged in worry, as I watched her exit my office.
Leaving me to myself, I shut my eyes to think back.
When I first got back in business, Pitch was already in all sorts of trouble at his age. Fighting, cursing at adults, stealing. I couldn't control him and nether could his mother. I swear the only person that can get through to him is Rover and that's enough to make me think I'm not there for him as a father. But I can understand. All this. All the mob stuff. I barely have any time to spend with him other then when he has to get bailed out of trouble and taught a lesson. Sometimes I think even that isn't enough. If anything he's just like his father.
His real father.
Black Rose.
I hope everyone remembers Black. You remember! Fun guy who worked for the Marxist family and loved to kill and torture people!? There! I knew you knew! Please review and let me know what you think so far.
Also please let me know in review which story I should post more on then the other.
Love Struck Delusion
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King of Hearts?
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