King of Hearts

Chapter 42 – From The Genocidal Killer, To The Empathic Son.

Don Pitch Robotnik's POV, Robotnik compound, New York.

Damien held a small box in his hands as he approached my desk. He looked fairly calm from all that has been going on. And as he stopped before me; he placed it down gently in front of me to stay silent, and remain vigilant. It was as if he was waiting for me to open it.

"What is this?" I asked in confusion as he urged in response.

"Open it and see."

Focusing back on the box, I took care to examine the outside first. It was a decently built tactical case of some sort. Yet it had the presence of a normal container. Covered in a thin layer of brown paint with what looked to be small scratches, I knew first hand this must have been a few years old.

Slowly making my way for the lid, Damien watched in awe as I carefully lifted it up to see what was inside.

My eyes rested on two crossed handguns. They were beautiful. Pure black metal with what looked to be custom green iron sights. Damien smiled as I pulled them out in awe.

"These were your dad's. A pair of custom P226 tactical handguns. God he loved these things."

Flipping the guns over to get a complete view, I stated.

"Their pretty beat up."

Nodding, Damien replied in a low but sad tone.

Their the only thing we found of him after the incident.

Remembering the way my real dad was killed brought the thought to my head. And it was horrible. Damien held his ground and said further.

"The explosion that killed him took everything. After everything was done and I had the chance, I went to where it happened to see if I could find his body. It took even that from me."

I went silent and looked up into my uncle's eyes as he was lost in his past.

"Those guns were the only thing that survived. I found them in the center of the carter. The only comfort I had that night was the fact that at least he died quickly."

Damien looked back to the guns I held and said.

"Military grade killing tools those are he had. They took the lives of so many men and women and children."

I gave off slight fear as Damien took notice to say.

"Your dad and I were monsters I know. And I will not lie to you. We loved every minute of it Pitch. Every kill was a rush. Even the smallest kids."

Damien was clearly lost in time as I put the guns back in the box.

"God was my kingdom. I killed for him. I killed for my brother. And I killed for my family."

Looking into my eyes Damien went on.

"We did what we were told and we didn't care who was in the way. We killed anyone who tried to defy us. That's how we made a living and that's why we were feared as a personal family. Even our Don was scared of us. And if I could I would be back out there today doing it all the same with him. It gave me purpose Pitch."

Closing the lid to the box as Damien still seemed gone, I asked.

"Why?"

"Why what?" He questioned as I restated.

"Why did you and my dad like it so much?"

I swear Damien's eyes were on fire. I could see his passion for death. Taking a step closer he replied in force.

"We liked it cause it gave us meaning. And it feels good when you know you get to decide who lives and who dies. The rush of that alone was enough, but we saw more. It was the detail at which we murdered our victims."

Taking a second to think, I glanced behind him as Rover came walking through to see the scenario I was in. Stopping at the door in concern, Rover listened as well as Damien went on.

"The sounds of them screaming. The way they all cried and begged for their lives. It was all an adrenaline rush."

Rover grew worried as Damien just continued.

Soon we evolved from senseless killers to a power symbol. A symbol of fear. Everyone knew our names and it was clear who we were. Nothing was going to stop us. This was our calling. It was who we were growing up, and it was what we were when we were men. Death came to guide us from birth and we took it in as our own. We carried pain around us and we never showed mercy. And when it came to families we would tie up the dad and make him watch. We would take turns hurting his legacy and we would thrive off it. Sometimes we beat them. Sometimes we cut them. Other times we would rape the wife and shoot the kids. God it was the life Pitch!"

Sitting back in my seat as Rover readied himself, Damien muttered.

"By the time it was all done and over with, the husband would be so broken he would gladly kill himself to save us the bullets. It was this bit of our lives that gave us meaning to live to the next day. And if it wasn't for your mother it would still be the same way."

Our eyes locked, but Damien knew what was coming. In an instant, he spun back to grab Rover by the wrist and neck; dragging him full force into the wall next to the door.

Immediately I got up to shout.

"Damien!"

Damien's eyes were matched with Rover's as he whispered.

"I had a reason to live once. One I choose. But now that Black is gone I'm left here. Alone and purposeless."

I knew what he was saying.

"No one here will ever understand. I may be a demon. But I'm not the enemy. And I will live everyday till the next best thing comes along."

"What about me?" I questioned as he looked back to me.

Keeping Rover pinned down, Damien replied.

"Your all I got left. And I promise nothing bad will ever happen to you."

Getting his voice back to a calm level, Damien finished.

"Your the only family I got. And unlike what happened to your father I won't let you die. The Rose family will live through this hell. It just pains me that things could have been different."

Looking back to Rover, Damien whispered before releasing him.

"I'm sorry."

Making his way out the door. Rover rubbed his neck to ask.

"Are you okay?"

Nodding I replied.

"Yeah."

Looking back to the door to see Damien making his way down the main stairs, Rover stated.

"It's late. You should get to bed."

Grabbing a hold of the box, I got out from behind my desk to reply.

"Okay. Lead the way."

Nodding as I got behind him, Rover tapped my door guard by the shoulder to get him to follow in.

Almost all my thoughts were on the last thing Damien said.

Stopping in front of Shadow's and my mom's room, Rover said.

"For security reasons Pitch it's safer you sleep in the main room. Lace told me your concerns and I had some guys change the sheets for you. But we simply can't have the window. It's too accessible. You understand?" He wondered as I nodded and got the door.

"Yeah, I got it Rover. Thank you."

Watching as I entered my parents bedroom, Rover ordered the guard.

"Change shifts with Nick and tell him Don Robotnik is staying here for now on."

"Yes sir." He replied as he turned to leave.

Upon looking back to me, Rover said.

"Pitch?"

Upon putting the box down on the nightstand next to the bed, I turned to look back into his eyes.

"Tomorrow I suggest you keep reading up on the other Don's and their men, cause come the next morning we got a meeting with all them about the family."

Johan mention this before he was killed.

"I know. I'll be ready."

Giving me a small smile, Rover got the door and replied.

"All right then. Night boss."

"Night Rover." I replied back as he shut and locked the door with the key he got off the guard.

Placing myself on the bed, I let out a brief sigh to then look back at the box containing my dad's weapons of destruction. After what Damien said, those guns are now not only a part of what my father once had, but they are now a symbol of fear. I can't imagine a finer pair of guns that killed so many people. The amount of blood and pain those weapons must have had on them throughout time made me question who I am. Am I killer? Am I like Damien? Am I like my father? I've never hurt anyone before like the way Damien describe. Is it possible that somewhere inside me I possess that demonic trait? My father Black Rose may have been a monster, and I may be his legacy. But I'll be damned if I turn into that. It's not what he wanted.

Those guns I vow never to touch again. I don't want to be a monster.

Tell me what you think about all that please. And remember to leave me a love and a hug. Another chapter will be on soon.

mT Shadow.