Chapter 13: The Man in White
Monster woke up the next morning, What, I'm… alive? I still remember Ruby, Yang… he then grimaced, Cary... He then looked around the room. It was the top of some abandoned clock tower, and it wasn't luxurious. It was all made out of aging wood, and the clock itself was completely broken. On one of the walls, there was a bulletin board with pictures strewn about. They were pictures of Monster and Cary when they were assembling the New Berserker outfit. There was a question mark drawn in red over Cary's face, with the question, "Who is this?" scrawled underneath. There were several other pictures as well. One was the moment that Cary hugged him after the Cracked Mask was complete; another was of Ruby and Monster's first date. Oh great, Monster thought, a stalker. He tried to get up to take down the pictures, but felt a searing pain in his abdomen. He looked down and saw bandages wrapped around his midsection. He also saw blood packs strewn around where he was lying down. Whoever this guy was, he was intent on keeping Monster alive. "Oh, you're awake!" A man dressed in white then walked in.
The man's clothes were that of a tattered lab coat with light grey jeans and a buttoned-up white shirt. He had a light skin complexion and slanted eyes. His hair was short, bleach white, and messy. He had light blue eyes. Monster estimated him to be about 6 feet tall. He seemed strangely familiar despite the fact that Monster had never seen him before. "It's been far too long, Rou." Monster looked confused, "Uh, what? Who're you?" The man looked crestfallen, "Y-you don't remember, Rou?" "No, and who the hell is Rou!? My name is Monster." he said. "How far back can you remember?" the man asked. Monster had enough of this, "Okay, I think you should tell me something first. Who are you?" The man looked down, even more heart broken, "My name is Mikio Shiro. I'm a former scientist," he looked intently at Monster, "I'm also somebody you should be able to recognize instantly. After all, that's what family does."
Monster reeled back, "Bull crap! I don't have a family!" Shiro came closer to him, "Oh, really? Tell me, "Monster", how far back can you remember?" Monster thought for a moment, "About… 5 years? Yeah, that's it." "And how old are you?" Shiro asked, trying to drive his point home. The realization hit Monster like a bullet, "F-four… fourteen years old. Fourteen years old? I-I've never thought about it but… I'm… fourteen years old!" Shiro smiled, "Yes, that's right." His face lit up, "Hold still, I have an idea." He then put his hands on the sides of Monster's head. "What are you-" a flash of white then erupted from Shiro's hands.
"My god… dad?" said Rou.