Chapter 57: The Next Step part 4
One hour earlier…
Giorno sat silently in his manor, sipping on wine. He stared blankly at the picture on the wall, it was taken a few years ago. It showed all of Passione together, including Trish. Giorno's hand tightened the glass he was holding, almost shattering it. He still couldn't get over the loss of the women he loved, even though he had killed Hunter personally, the anger that boiled inside of him had yet to be extinguished. "Hey Giorno, you mind if I sit here?" Giorno turned to see LeBron. "No, go ahead," Giorno said. LeBron nodded, taking a seat.
"Boring day today huh?" LeBron said, stretching his arms, "you know, being in these life or death scenarios with everything on the line can be a hard and stuff, but at least you got things to do ya know, I'm never one to just sit around." Giorno nodded, he turned his head to the window outlooking the city. LeBron sighed, folding his arms, "I get it man, I lost my wife too to the fucker," he said, "but it's over now, we can't sit here and wonder what we could've done, we gotta move on." Giorno rubbed his chin, staying silent. "You got people here that care about you and your well-being," LeBron said, "try to remember that." LeBron got up and began to walk away. "I know you're trying to help, but I assure you I'm fine," Giorno said, "I just need time to myself, that's all." LeBron nodded and left the room.
"How is he?" Josuke asked. LeBron shrugged, "he's trying hard no to show it, but the kid is still hurting inside, sucks to see." Josuke nodded, leaning back in his chair, "I get how the guy feels, we were going through the same thing when Jotaro died, remember?" LeBron's eyes fell to the floor, "yeah…" "It's probably best to leave him to himself, he's a tough guy, so he'll be fine." LeBron nodded and began to leave. "Hey LeBron, I've been meaning to ask you," Josuke said, "how's Bronny been? I haven't seen him around lately." "Oh, he's fine, he's still coping with what happened, but he's alright," LeBron said, "he's always been a quiet guy, so it's hard to know really." Josuke nodded, "if you ever need any help, I'm happy to help." "Of course, thanks."
LeBron walked out of the room and went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and opened it, taking a beer out. "I haven't had one of these in a long ass time," he muttered, he took a deep swig, sighing with relief. In the corner of his eye, he noticed something, like a man was standing outside. LeBron turned to look but saw nothing there. "I could've sworn something was there," LeBron said, "oh well." "You're his father, correct?" LeBron looked around, he knew he was imagining things now, something, or rather someone, was in the house. "Who's there?" LeBron asked, "you better not be messing with me Josuke." "Answer me first, you're his father, correct?" LeBron clenched his fist, "if you're speaking about Bronny, then yeah, the fucks it to you?"
The voice chuckled, "so I was right, tell me then LeBron James, father of Bronny, would you like to hear a little secret about your boy?" LeBron folded his arms, "shoot." "Your son, is the most important person in my life, in all of our lives," the voice said, "and what he does next, will decide a great may things, I must commend you for raising such a boy, for if he were weak, maybe things would've been different." LeBron slammed his fist on the table, "alright, who are you! And what do you want with my kid!" Just then, Josuke entered the room. "Who are you talking to LeBron?" He asked. "I don't know, but one way or another I'm going to find out!"
Just then, the glass that surrounded the kitchen exploded, sending shards everywhere. "Shit!" Yelled Josuke as he and LeBron ducked to avoid being cut." "Josuke! LeBron!" Giorno ran to the kitchen, "what the hell was that!?" "I don't know!" The ground began to shake, causing things to fall off shelves. "I-Is this an attack!?" "It's fucking looking it!" LeBron yelled, "but from who!" Suddenly, everything felt it had gone silent, and from the corner of the room, The White Figure emerged, "why don't we get rid of the links, shall we?"
"I think it's time to floor it!" "Yeah, no shit!" Joshua slammed his foot on the gas pedal, accelerating faster than her ever did. "Not to be that person, but do you have a license?" Rae asked. Joshua shook his head, "no, this isn't even my car to be honest." Rae nodded nervously, "terrific." The car slid to a stop in front of the burning building, Bronny quickly exited the car and ran towards it. "Shit, this is really bad," he said, "someone, call the police or some shit!" "Already on it!" Jolyne caught up to Bronny, "you don't think…" Bronny nodded, "trust me, I know, come on." The two ran inside of the mansion, they had to cover their mouths to avoid inhaling any smoke. "Old man! Are you in here!?" Jolyne yelled, but to response. "Over here!" Bronny perked up, "dad? Dad where are you!?"
He ran to where he heard the voice, he saw LeBron, bloodied and damaged, "Dad!" Bronny ran up to LeBron, "are you alright? What the hell happened!?" "I-It's a long story, help me out." Bronny looked to the floor, LeBron was trying to left up a plank of wood that had landed on Josuke. Bronny and Jolyne knelt next to LeBron, lifting the plank with all their might, getting it off of Josuke. "Josuke, hey, are you ok?" Jolyne asked. Josuke chuckled slightly through muffled breaths, "w-what does it look like?" "Well excuse me for being worried about your life you idiot!" Bronny sighed in relief, he turned back to LeBron, "dad, where's Giorno?" He asked, "is he alright?" LeBron shook his head, "I don't know, I don't know where he is."
A loud screech emanated from around them. Bronny could recognize it, and it sent a chill down his spine. He ran to where the sound came from, ducking through the wreckage. A million thoughts were racing through his head. The White Figure knew they were coming here, this couldn't have been a coincidence, but how? How could it have known? It didn't matter, he just needed to find it. "Where the fuck are you!" Bronny yelled, he looked around the broken home, anger began to boil inside of him, like something he had never felt before.
"Can you feel it Bronny?" The White Figure spoke, its voice echoing within Bronny's head, "can you feel the anger within you, it feels good doesn't it?" Bronny clenched his fists, "you've done it now," he muttered, "I promise you; you aren't going to like what I do when I get my hands on your ass." The White Figure then stepped from behind one of the walls, its red eyes peered into Bronny's. A green aura formed around Bronny; he was ready to fight. But he couldn't. Something was stopping him from raising his fists. "Good, very good, use that hatred," the White Figure spoke, "it's the only way to find the truth."
The White Figure lifted the limp body of Giorno up and threw him to the floor. "It is like I told you, I am in every single person you know, you just don't see it yet," it said, "but you will, in time." The White Figure held up the deconstructed Arrow, "you seek this Arrow, correct?" Bronny's eyes widened, "t-that's!" The White Figure chuckled, "it is not complete, but in time, it will be, and when it is, you will finally know its power. Bronny gritted his teeth, "Run DMC!" His Stand emerged and charged at the White Figure, it threw a punch at its face, fazing through. The White Figure disappeared, leaving Bronny alone, "Keep your hatred," The White Figure spoke, "it will serve you well."
To Be Continued