Chapter 39: The purpose
"This is it." Hunter laid on his bed, in his home. "The time has come, my final stand, it has arrived." Hunter turned to his left, where Irene sat, "why are you so upset?" He asked. Irene turned, her face covered in tears, "it's over, they know who you are, everyone is dead, and because of your stupid devotion to that, thing." Hunter turned, exhaling, "you would call it that, wouldn't you?" He asked, "in all are years of planning, you have never once talked about your displeasure, now, on the brink of our victory, you question me, fascinating…" Irene stood up, becoming more agitated, "victory!? How the fuck do you call this a victory!" Hunter chuckled, "you'll find it out soon," he said, "now leave me." Irene shook her head and left the room.
Hunter sat up, he looked to the outside, it had begun to rain, the sky are greyish black. "They don't understand," he said, "why is it, master?" Hunter turned; the white figure stood in the room. "Do not fret about them," it said, "once it is finished, they will be thrown away, they are pawns in this game." Hunter stood up, "you have not told me of the boys importance," he said, "my time is almost up, I can feel it, at least I should know more about him." The white figure laughed, rubbing its hands on its face, "why don't we take a trip, just the two of us," it said, "then, I will show you the truth of this boy."
Hunter's car parked in front of the large structure, he stepped, looking at it, "the Colosseum," he muttered." The large Colosseum stood tall and erect, towering over everything in the city. Hunter could feel a large amount of negative emotion in the area, a large battle occurred here, he could feel it. "Can you feel it?" The White Figure said, "the remnants of conflict, it all happened right here." Hunter nodded his head, "I see, the energy here is quite heavy," he said, "but why here?" The White figure placed it's hand on Hunter's head, a white energy engulfing the two. Hunter's vision went black, it was if he was traveling through an infinite void. His vision came back, he looked around, they were inside the Colosseum. His eyes glazed to the middle of the Colosseum floor, a yellow clad figure sat on the rock, the Requiem Arrow in his hand. "That Arrow…" Hunter began, "it's the one, isn't it?" The White Figure nodded, "yes, and that man, his name is Dio Brando." "Dio…" Hunter muttered, rubbing his chin, "that name does sound familiar...Yes, I remember, when I read Giorno Giovanna's profile, it said that Dio Brando was his father." " You would be correct, Dio Brando, the father of Giorno Giovanna, and eternal enemy of the Joestars," said the White Figure, "his entire life led up to this moment, so close to attaining the true power of the Arrow, only to be destroyed, what a shame."
The two moved towards Dio. "Don't not worry, we are but an illusion, he cannot detect our being here," said the White Figure. Dio rubbed the Arrow in his hand, he reached into his jacket, pulling a necklace out. "I made a promise to you friend, I intend to follow it to my end," Dio said, "the pathway to heaven is full of obstacles, but I, Dio, will overcome them all, I have to." He looked up to the sky, the moonlight lighting up the black sheet in the air. "The true power of the Arrow, it is not requiem, the Joestars do not know it, but I do," Dio muttered, "once I have succeeded, I will obtain the true power of the Arrow, and I will truly achieve heaven." Dio placed the necklace back into his jacket and straightened himself, "even if I am to fall to the Joestars on this night, I will find my way to heaven, it is my destiny…" The world began to shift around the two, everything fading away, Hunter's vision again going black. When his eyes opened, he was back in modern day, back in the empty Colosseum.
"So, there is something more to the Arrow," Hunter muttered. The White Figure nodded, "that secret is what I search for. With the Arrow broken, I was unable to unlock its power, but because of you, I near that power," it spoke, "we have half of the pieces, the others are spread out far across the country, but that is none of your worry, once this battle is done, it will only be a matter of time." The White Figure moved on its heels, skipping out of the Colosseum, "wait, I must know something." The White Figure stopped, turning to Hunter, "hm, and what would that be?" Hunter looked at the figure, "once the Arrow is recovered, and the boy is taken, what will become of him?" "The boy, LeBron James Jr, Bronny…" The White Figure began, "his fate is known by me, and me alone, you will not live long to see it, no one will, rest assured, your sacrifice will usher the next age, the path to heaven, will be revealed!" The White Figure disappeared into the shadows, laughing.
Hunter looked around the empty Colosseum, "I am a man of god," he said, "his plan is something I have let guide me throughout life, and it is what guides me today." Hunter looked up to the sky, "God's Plan has brought me to this moment, I have come so far, that falling at this moment would be a discredit to gods work and all he has done for me." He began to walk out of the Colosseum, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He began to dial a number and held it to his ear. "Hello?" "It's Hunter." "Boss? Is something the matter?" "I need you to come down to Naples," Hunter said, "the time, has come." "…I'll be there in an instant." Hunter hung up the phone and put his hood back on, "your little journey will come to an end, Bronny James," Hunter muttered, "it's time for God's Plan, to reach its end!"
To Be Continued