Jazzerman here, I do not own any of these characters, they are owned by their respected companies, blah, blah, blah. You've heard this crap before. I DO own Jonny Wily. If you'd like to use him in a fic, just tell me.
A Wily tale, the beginning.
Part 21
The days slowly passed from Jonny's birthday and the mystique of his gifts lost their meaning as he wore them more and more. The coat especially was quickly becoming a favorite of his. He was able to house a whole set of tools in the various pockets lining the inside. This made it so much easier to work on the robots that now fell under Jonny's care since he did not have to keep going back for different tools.
Before the week was over Dr. Wily gave his grandson his other present...
Dr. Wily stopped working on the keyboard but did not look back at his grandson. "Tell me my boy, do you know anyone by the name 'Michael Schultz?'"
"He was one of the men who murdered my son- your father. Although we never saw eye to eye we were still family, and no matter what people say about me I would do anything to make sure he did well and I would make sure those who injured my son and his family would get what they deserved."
"What do you mean gramps?" Jonny asked quizzically, not understanding what Dr. Wily was getting at.
Dr. Wily scoffed at his grandson's lack of information. He had known that dog for so long and had even repaired it many times yet never knew it's true purpose. "Did you know that your old dog Constance was in reality a one way communicator? I could hear and see everything that he did. The last things he saw were those horrible people who murdered my son and beat the last remaining member of my family."
"You mean you saw that gramps?" Jonny inquired. This was a revelation to the young man, all those years with Constance the old man had been watching him and checking up on him. Did this mean he actually cared for him? That's what it seemed to him.
Dr. Wily smirked, his mustache seeming to expand as he smiled. "Yes my boy. I made sure that they would feel just how you did on that day."
"Huh?" Jonny inquired.
Dr. Wily did not feel like wasting his breath and turned on the feed from the Mega city local news, the image of the usual botox-smiling blonde woman in a red dress suit appeared.
"This morning one Michael Schultz was found dead in his apartment. Police have told reporters that his death was due to massive trauma to the head by a heavy blunt object. Police are ruling out suicide but have no clues as to who or what could have caused this tragic event. Police are worried because this is just one of a rash of many other similar cases throughout the city. We will keep you informed as we find out more about this bizarre development."
That took it too far. Jonny could accept the fact that the old man cared for him but to go as far as murdering the attackers in cold blood- wait... should he feel bad about them being murdered? They didn't think twice about killing his parents or leaving him for dead. Jonny's mind was conflict with itself, one side felt satisfied with the knowledge of their deaths yet the other knew he was wrong to feel that way.
Jonny went along with his normal chores and duties without a word. Contemplating his feelings and what he should feel at the death of someone as cruel as the men who stole what he cherished most. At the end of the day, when Jonny was sitting on his bed and felt that he had come to a conclusion. Even though these men were evil and deserved to their fate, he felt that the actions that his Grandfather were too extreme. Jonny now thought that those men should have been put on trial and sentenced to a lifetime of hardship with other people like them. That way people would know about how he had suffered, he wanted someone to understand, and more than ever in a very long time he wanted to cry yet the tears would not come. Instead he just felt sick and hoped things would get better. The only thing that seemed to making him feel better was tearing the 'W' stitching off his lab coat.
To be continued...