King of Heart

Chapter 68 – Who Am I?

Don Pitch Robotnik's POV, Robotnik compound.

"Hmmmm."

The guns of a true killer. The face of what the Rose family is. Black Rose. A man who killed kids. Killed families. Killed babies. Murdered cops. Assassinated politicians. Took down governments and ended reigns. A man of fear. A man that saw no bounds, limits, restrictions, pain. He was a walking genocide. A symbol of death. The king of death. A demon. Yet this man is my father. I came from his body. His mind. His DNA. I am a devil's spawn. Yet I'm so different. Or at least I want to be.

According to my uncle, my father wanted me to be like him. A man who's only quality is killing others. But my mom makes it seem so different. She says I'm a game changer. A new chance for the world to know what the Rose name can truly be. I love my father. Both of them. But I need to make my own path in life. If my dad wanted me to be like him, then I'm sorry to say that won't happen. I'm my own person. I'm my own character. I will live through my life the way I want to. Not the way others want me to. I love you dad. I do. I wish we could talk just once. I have so many questions that need answers. And your the only one who can give them to me.

With both of his beaten down guns in the grips of my hands, I stared and turned them over slowly trying my best to find the love my dad and my uncle see for them. Something gave them pleasure while killing. But what was it?

"Knock! Knock! Pitch?"

Lace's voice came from behind my door as I continued to stare at my hands.

"Come in." I mumbled as my bedroom door slowly opened.

Lace's POV.

As I looked in, I found Pitch resting on his bed with his head looking down to his hands. In his hands were two old P226 handguns. They looked older and they were so beaten down.

"You okay?" I asked gently as he remained still to reply.

"I'm...just thinking. Why?"

Slowly shutting his door, I replied.

"Because everyone is throwing around some drinks outside. Even your most beneficial contacts are showing up."

"Why?" He questioned as I was now sure he was detracted by something bigger then Skier's downfall.

"Because New York is yours now. They want to meet you. See the face of our family."

Pitch was clearly sad. That or really depressed. Approaching his side I asked.

"Is it Damien?"

"No." He replied slowly as I then looked to take a seat next to him.

Pitch didn't move. In fact I don't even think he noticed me get next to him.

"Who's are those?" I asked calmly as he rested the guns on his legs.

"My father's."

"Shadow's?" I questioned as he shook his head.

"Black's. The man my mom loved before Shadow came along. My real dad. These were his. Damien gave them to me. He said these were all that was left of him after he died."

Pitch was lost in them. His eyes stared at their metal as I knew this was unhealthy. After what his uncle did to him I know this is a hard thing to go through.

Gently taking my hands to his, I urged.

"Give them to me."

Pitch didn't hold them back. Slowly he let them go and I carefully took them to the side of the bed. Now his eyes were focused on the ground.

My heart was familiar with his feelings right now. The only difference is I didn't have the will power to say no like he did to Damien. Killing isn't right. It may solve problems, but that doesn't make it right.

"Pitch." I muttered into his ear as he slowly looked over to me and into my eyes.

"You did the right thing back there with Skier. No one hates you for not taking his life. It's not who you are. It's what you are and that is something not many have these days. The ability to say no like you did is a long forgotten memory in the world. In fact it was actually...very honorable."

Hearing my words brought his to a stand still. After a few silent seconds he asked.

"But what does that prove? Having the power not to kill is a curse. And if it came down to it Lace I could die because of it."

Taking his hand I replied.

"First of all stop saying that. Your not dying on my watch. And secondly you need to see the bigger picture her Pitch. You said it for god's sake. You want to be something other then a killer. You want to change your family name. Your real one. If you kill you become nothing more then a wacko like Damien."

"But?"

"But nothing kid. You did the right thing. And it's my job to try and tell you that. I know it's hard without Shadow or your mom here to say it, but I'm here and I will. You earned everyone's respect by saying no. And I'll bet even Don Skier respects that."

Pitch's eyes went to my hand holding his slowly, and with a smile I squeezed him gently. Soon his gripped tightened and I gave him a kiss on the cheek to ask.

"You wana meet your fans?"

Looking back to me he replied.

"Not really. Do I have too? Can't we just stay here a little longer?"

Inside I felt a little hot for the hedgehog of power, but obeying my better judgment I replied.

"Sorry but it's just too important. Maybe if your lucky I'll stop in to see you before I head to bed. We can talk more then."

Nodding, he slowly got up to release my hand.

I remained seated as he said.

"It's just hard. You know?"

Giving him a smile as I got up from the bed side, I nodded and replied.

"That's why I'm here. I'll help you through it."

With a small smile Pitch offered me his hand. And with no need to hold myself back, I took it and got up to his strong body. With our eyes locked, I lead him to the door back out into the celebration.

Que all the reviews and comments about how long I've been dead. I've been working at my new job for the past month and a half and I've been focused on keeping it by making a good impression. Lucky for whoever is still reading my stories I'm back and I will be trying my hardest for now on to get chapters up. Starting with more of this and Zone 10 Project Genesis chapter 8. Please leave a review and standby for more soon to come.

mT Shadow.