Nero Sparda and The Rest of Society

A Piece of Paradise

Nero sat in his chair. He sluggishly moped to the pieces of paper. His eyes glided across the almost glitter handwriting. He swallowed and stood.

"No Kyrie! Get your hands off of her!" Nero extending his arms out to her. 

Fingers meant to carry hers were held back as the actors hit him with props and or blades. It had taken Zoey three months to recreate the props. Her room was practically filled with papers of drawings to replicate, as well as post its with broken English. She wasn't the only one exercising creativity through pen. Bill had been telling her some war stories in letters, that mended with the movie. A D-day scene, but instead of soldiers there were demons and zombies.

Nero was practically splashing in the muddy like sand.

"KYRIE!!! KYRIEEE!!! GET DA FUCK OFF OF ME! KYRIE I'LL FIND YOU!" Nero forcing more energy in his voice than his struggle, which seemed almost impossible, until he made it possible.

His appearance was goth boy clique material. His words were struggling to end distance between his vocal cords to the audience. For a brief second there'd be yelling but instead things pressed forward. How could he have imagined giving four sentences were as difficult as fighting a horde of demons or zombies.

"CUT!" Zoey hollered from her chair.

Nero sighed out acknowledging his failure like a champ ready to go again with definitive effort and sweat through tears. All packed behind his punch in speech.

"That was fucking perfect Nero! Good job. Everyone take 5." Zoey clapping her hands and shaking her head no.

Bill was busy lighting a cigarette until Nero threw a cigar on his lap as gently as one could. Bill got up and greeted Nero with a pat on the back. Nero displayed a toothy grin at the audience. Outside the studios were crowds. He took the paparazzi's catch of surprise and flipped it on them. He made a pose and spun his pistol. Kyrie was by his side now. Nero picked her up in his protective arms the people capturing the latest front paper shot all loved it.

Selina was busy signing autographs. Telling them the bare minimum, knowing what and what not to be said. Who'd know she'd love it. Jason's lines had been over for the day. He put a hand to the side covering his face. Selina said she had the original design script that had been scrapped. Zoey had written a couple of them. Jason appreciated the cover.

Nero saw Zoey peer at the ground from her office. He didn't see a face but only a black silhouette that matched hers. He left Kyrie, and got to her office. Maybe his break could cover what he had to say.

"I don't care if Jason's voice is too unwelcoming during light scenes, it's D-Day and post D-Day. I can easily have an origin scene for him." Zoey said.

"You used to hate him ya know." Nero introducing himself into the office, the door wide open.

This had to be a pitch perfect scenario, her office finally open.

"Hold on hold on. I'll call you back soon." Zoey putting the phone on the box.

"I was wondering... If you wanted to hangout some time." Nero pulling out his cell.

"Nero I'm... Hangout where? And I used to hate Jason? In the former Earth?" Zoey tilting her head with Jason.

"I'm thinking you and me could watch the fireworks, down in the inner city. Like a date I'm feeling." Nero said getting close.

"Nero, Nero, Nero... A date huh? You serious? What about Kyrie?" Zoey unable to cease her grin, instead she stopped fighting it and fully smiled ear to ear.

"Me and Kyrie are nothing. I've got my sight set on you and me. You can call me when you like." Nero said.

Zoey sighed to herself. She looked on outside with her palm on the glass, as Nero blew past the crowd. She stood there and her phone went off, with her aggressively chanting through the phone. But she calmed herself, knowing soon she'd be with Nero as explosions rippled through the sky, and they'd be there to  make memories that not even explosions could account for.