Death little Flower [Discontinued]

Chapter 15

Time wonder about a time, a time where their father was not as sick as he is now. A time where he himself haven't suffered such cruel punishment. Would he still be the cheerful time keeper he was previously in his days as a mere child? He was unsure. He only wonders of the possibilities, the 'What if'. Haha, perhaps he shouldn't dwell on the thoughts for too long now, or else his Father and brother would wonder why he had taken so long to collect his thoughts when they were only out on a small family trip. 

A small trip away from the isolation the palace brings sometimes. Even grief, if it ever makes itself present. 

Yet, he still wonder about the gift their father had given him and his brother. He supposed it's just old family heirloom, shouldn't be too important, he muse with a soft smile. He left the thought to wonder his mind as he makes his way back to his Father and brother, who were just talking about something he was unsure of. 

It was nice, to sit under the large, yet old galactic trees which leaves reminds him of the bright galaxy that overlook the land behind the clouds that covered the skys. 

[He regret his thoughts.]

*

Jeremy stared at what he had found, it was out of place and unnatural. He wasn't even expecting to find anything on his patrol other than feeling sad and lonely seeing as he just recently saw Ray and the Violet Leader flirting not too long ago. As far as he can ever remember from his time being alive and from the books he does ever get the time to read, yet what is before him does not exist. 

Not since the Fallen age some generations ago. Yet, here it is, seemingly injured from something unknown. He wasn't really sure what to do in this situation honestly. He just wanted to feel sadness, alone and in peace. With a sigh, Jeremy rubbed the back of his head, making a decision he may just regret one day. 

[In the end, His decision ends up saving his life instead.]

*

Goggles sigh as he tried to figured out what to do next, heck, he wasn't even sure if he should go tell Red leader what happened to the journal. Or what he had been up to (which happened to be blackmail, but that's a different story). Yet, at the same time, he isn't sure if him visiting at like, 2am would be a good idea. 

He's sure he would get a lecture if anyone finds out that he was even awake at all at the moment. He shudders, remembering the last time he was given a lecture. It was the worst and most longest hour long lecture he had ever endured. He rather never get it again if he could help it. Which is a lot of close calls. 

...

Anyways, he got up and went to figured out what he should do next or just, go to sleep. After some time thinking, he ended up just sleeping instead. He was getting tired the more he stayed up, with that decision made, he ditched his work clothes to his pajamas, flopped on the bed and was out like a light. 

Unaware that he was being watched by someone. 

*

Jeremy huffed, he was plain tired from carrying the unknown thing back to his home without any kind of suspicion. Quite honestly, he rather not deal with the prying eyes of the public or his captain wondering what the fuck he's even doing. He was glad that it was just around the time he would get off duty for the rest of the day otherwise his situation would have been so much more difficult. With a slight sigh, he looks at the thing he had put in his spare guest room. 

He was unsure what to think of it, truly. It was out of place after all. 

A strange steve covered in greenery and vines, reminding him of that of the forest, a strange mask of some sort, silky long sea green hair, darken skin tone, a strange marking on the center of it's white shirt with a dark teal short jacket and trousers, bandaged at the ankle that kept the trousers in place and no shoes whatsoever. Their was also metal shoulder pads, arm bracer and a single glove on the right. 

To say the least, Jeremy was still confused on where this steve came from and why his appearance is so similar to a steve from the historical book he had read long ago and believing to have been gone all those years ago. 

Jeremy sigh, again for who knows how many times today and just went to his own room. He needs a vacation honestly, the weirdest of things seems to end up at his footsteps one way or another he suppose. Can't really do anything about it at all at this point if he was being honest. Yet, just before he left the room, he was unaware that the strange steve was just waking up. 

[Wasn't he supposed to be dead all those generations ago?]