Nero Sparda and The Rest of Society

Unmerited Loss

The Next Day.

Nero needed one more day to heal. This was that day.

Jason didn't know how to bond with people like he knew in his previous years spent in vein. This woman was always by his side for the duration of the zombie apocalypse. A few minutes ago as they went down a hall, she had taken his temperature and monitored his heart rate. She seemed to be the only one in his mind, his head, knowing how he felt. And now the only one on it, while they stepped into the outer walls.

"I feel like we're the only ones who connect." Jason said attempting at his best conversation introductions.

It fell poorly leaving an awkward silence, unlike the silence they spent going to here. She knew he was trying, and had to say something, anything. She wouldn't want to miss out on Jason speaking more.

"There's easier ways to make me smile than releasing your opinion of our relations to one another." Selina replied.

"Would you care to smoke a cigarette with me? I know the opportunity of nicotine could help one escape the surroundings." Jason  said.

"of course, I'll gladly steal one or two of them." Selina said loving this already.

They sat together smoking with each other. Nothing out of a depressing, leader like, or violent talk was given. He actually spoke out of joy. It was like seeing a page turn. He gave her one, and she took it holding passion in between her fingers. She brought it to her lip, but yearned for his lips to be on hers more so. She stared at him a grin and closed her eyes to look down at the ground, her grin not ceasing. A lighter clicked open and he brought it to her cigarette on her lip. He lit his, tilting his head with a frown, then clicked the lighter shut.

"What was your life like before the torture or dying." Selina asked.

Jason took a drag of his cigarette. He stood there in void, a dead silence, and stared blankly as smoke left his mouth.

"It's fine, you're good don't worry. I think..." Selina was interrupted.

"I used to talk. A whole bunch. Not about violence or orders. I remember busting chops, or talking shit as they call it. But deep down I was the same man, but lesser. My mom died, father died. Ssst... Phew... I was left on the streets unable to have a clear mind, it always had to think or else I'd die. My criminal career started as a thief, you'd love to see me in action, I stole food and water mainly. But then I'd end up in juvenile correction facilities. Back out to an adoption with Wayne. And then I died. The worse thing about me is that life punches me in the face, and I don't guard myself, thinking I won't get punched again." Jason said.

"Sheesh sorry to here that. You said you were a thief? How'd you steal?" Selina asked her smile portraying as someone intrigued.

"Fake gun." He said.

"Wow. For how long?" Selina questioned.

"I was homeless, for three years of thievery." Jason said.

"I have kleptomania, I can't stand not being able to steal." Selina said.

"Well you return stolen goods lately. Not just the goods you stole, but the show, things would be incomplete without you there." Jason taking a finally hit of his cigarette. Ashing it out to save for later.

Selina gave a pant of a giggle.

"How'd you learn to steal?" Jason said surprised the conversation was this good.

"You're stealing my modesty, am I really that good?I took inspiration from John Dillinger. Getting goods door to door, key by key. My mom had taught me how to steal. But I left. Haven't seen her since. I was able to afford a small apartment. But even though I stole I was down bad. Some horrible years went by doing bad things. Then my success came at the end when I decided to hit banks like Dillinger with a fake gun... Just like yours. I managed to learn training by a den of thieves. And when I tell you thieves hold no honor, when they say honor among thieves, it's true. Trades were kept short with guards of each side to allow time to examine goods. One year with them I left, but I ended up learning how to steal professionally. Then came the live of my life, who had time for no one unless it was about fighting crime." Selina started.

"You're among everyone he neglected. Including me. You can rely on me and know for a fact I'll be there for you. You and me accomplished a stupid amount of success, and outrageous amount. I couldn't have swam in the pool without you as my life guard, sticking my foot in to see how deep, as you lent out your hand for me to come back up. You're look beautiful today, but the most beautiful thing about you is your natural self. The one you showcased pitch perfectly, one that aided to me in command, or checked up on my minds status, and more. I hate to say I need someone, but I need you, otherwise I'm going to fall apart." Jason said.

Life seemed to go good for him. The withdrawals were there, but instead of anger he felt anxiety, only she had this effect he noticed. There was a glimmer of hope that he was sick of having it without, and needed to jump in the pool to get it. He frowned wondering what to say.

"You look like you need a hug?" Selina said.

"Of course, who's hugging me. Henry?" Jason joking as he watched her wrap her arms around him they both hugged. Selina whispered into his ear.

"Here I am to fool you, the life won't punch you again, not with me around." She whispered.

"I'll make a sacrifice, and take a chance." Jason.

"The day you make a sacrifice for me is part of the reason for this. So remember." Selina said.

They distanced slightly. They took in each other's eyes. They both tilted in opposite directions. Slowly coming together until BOOM! Jason pulled out his pistols. Selina took out her sniper.

"Sorry I..." Jason couldn't finish his sentence, as another boom went off.

"No I'm sorry. I was..." Selina paused at gunshots.

"You go to the tower. I'll get the men and get shots on em." Jason said leaving.

Selina walked in the inner lays of the base. Gunfire was heard. She ran down a long hallway, stained with the blood of the damned and those keeping them away. A light was at the end of the hall. A staunch color of orange blending well with the shadows out of its reach. She climbed a long stairwell and got to the top. Gun fire had drawn her away. She got to the upper level of the base. From a tower. More men were storming the base, impurity of innocence unlike Jason or Selina, these were much worse individuals who wanted to kill people for their goods than make a simple trade. But gunfire wasn't on her mind. It was Jason.

She saw several of them pinning Jason down. It was time to lay down cover fire. Each shot pierced chests or stomachs. A trail of smoke with each shot leaving her pinned down. The map within the inner base provided enough details to let her know about this sniper's tower. The sound of bullets hitting cover, and men screaming as they hit the deck. Zoey kept shooting until she was shoved. A furrowed brow laid itself on her guessing it was simple rudeness. That's when the grenade carried itself in his hand, it was live. He threw it, and he got shot once, his body slid to the right, then another bullet hit and his body slid to the left. He fell downward.

Zoey's eyes popped despite hating him, she couldn't allow him to die. Not here, not like this after he had just saved the two.

"Leave me." Jason said.

"What?!?" Zoey screamed.

Jason pulled out a grenade live, throwing the pin away, and held it so it didn't go off. His shirt slowly drenched itself in blood, the soaking shirt and vest appearing either pink or red in most of its glory. He knew it'd end like this some day. Zoey's eyes opened wide. She was about to cry as she saw the blood soak deeper.

"Leave me. Just another punch, the knockout." Jason spoke as much as he could despite the pain.

She ran, as multiple men poured in shooting at her. Jason took his free hand, grabbing his gun and waved it shooting a ton of bullets at the sky. They surrounded him, and dragged him backwards. An attempt to keep him hostage. Zoey overheard Jason.

"Selina! I did it!" Jason letting go of his chest where the grenades safety clip was beneath the vest. 

The demonic grenade blew apart the walls, and enemies. Selina's aim dropped. Her jaw did too, and she covered it with her palm.