The Last Crusader

7

Devlin returned home seeing two men in silver suits running past him on the street. He wondered why the mafia was in his neighborhood. Too exhausted to stop them as he trudged home. Too tired to even use the rooftops to sneak into his room.

Devlin began by watering the plants in the front display. His mother wouldn't forgive him if he was late and forgot to water her precious flowers. At least he had one person besides Bren who loved him left in this world.

The sixteen-year-old pushed open the door finding the pool of blood on the floor. Oh no, oh no, it made sense but bodies. Where are the bodies?

A pile of ash on the floor?

Devlin turned on his heels rushing out the door. His body carried him to the best of its ability finding the two men catching their breath a few blocks away. Devlin took in a deep breath of air glaring at the two men. The fury in Devlin's body felt unnatural and unfamiliar. The rage seemed like a fire burning in his chest throughout his body until he felt a strong grip on his shoulder.

"This isn't your fight." Jordan was sweaty, seeing Devlin rushing up the street and chasing after him.

"Oh great, it's you again." One of the men alerted the other to their guests.

"You killed my wife."

"These guys killed mom!?" Devlin growled as the anger completely took over his mind remembering the pool of blood, and his night of rage.

"Devlin, stand down." Jordan intervened stepping up to the first man.

"What you got old faggot, couldn't even protect your wife. We'll kill your kid too and make you watch!"

Jordan dodged the gunfire, disappearing into a puff of smoke then seizing upon the wounded man. Looking straight into the man's eyes, Jordan released a plume fire at direct contact melting his face and dropping him on the ground. He felt nothing. It changed nothing. The emptiness he felt, grieving over his wife. Turning to the other silver-suited man and pummeled him, tears in his eyes as he buried his knuckles into any opening imaginable.

"Mercy!" he pleaded, crying on the ground.

"You didn't give her mercy."

"I ain't do that and you know it!" The man pleaded for his life.

"Killing you won't change anything." Jordan let the man go, sobbing and turning his back as the wounded man attempted to breathe.

"I'm- I'm sorry about what happened. It wasn't supposed to go down like that, I'm sorry." The man huffed and puffed from his back.

"How was it supposed to go down?"

"We were looking for your kid." He pointed at Devlin.

"Why?" Jordan asked looking from the man to Devlin remembering it briefly mentioned before they began fighting.

"He's Zenith."

Devlin hadn't any idea how he would react to the day his parents found out he was a mask. Never preparing a speech or explanation. As Jordan stared at Devlin not even recognizing the kid anymore. Devlin looked at the rooftops to spot many people watching on in awe. Amongst them, Draco looked down upon Devlin from the highest rooftop before heading home.

"You are the reason your mother is dead?" Jordan reached for Devlin, but Devlin evaded knowing what happened if he got caught.

Jordan had tears in his eyes, and grief in his soul as he looked at the boy, he tried so hard to call son. He loved his mother more than anything but dammit was it hard.

Devlin gasped for air. Yet again caught in this web of death. Devlin shook his head unable to accept he yet again killed the last person who truly loved him. Devlin covered his mouth, nearly passing out as he entered the fade and dropped himself off miles away. Devlin hit the gravel on the rooftop, choking back his tears as he hugs his knees to his chest processing his day.