Malignant Being

Day 3: Ronin

He downed the final slice and then looked back at the terrified faces surrounding him. With a sigh, Ronin stood and tucked his hands into his pockets.

"Go home to your families. You have some time," Ronin frowned. "Hell, I have some time."

He stomped out of the small establishment, looking at the tall buildings that crammed the little shop into a crooked edge between them.

He wasn't quite comfortable with not following some direction. Even a grown man had a dilemma with deciding what to do with unlimited choices and immortality. However, Xavier wasn't incorrect in his suggestion. Perhaps he should just go screw as many dudes as he can, would that be too crass? Who was even here to judge him? Fuck. Ronin didn't feel right, he still felt like he was lying to himself.

He wondered how his mother would respond to him wanting to ravage the scurrying male rambling into his phone. How disgusting would she find him after he told her that Johnny Depp had been the reason he even watched those god awful Pirates movies?

Side note: it is only he that disliked those movies, the others had found them entertaining and worth multiple viewings. Ronin disregarded the fear encapsulating around him and proceeded further down the street. There were people that recognized him from the news broadcasts and many people just stopped and filmed, this was the best way to track them.

Ronin didn't have the same impulse to murder onlookers, in fact he felt sorry for them. They had been so trapped in their programming. Or perhaps he had been projecting? Instead of finding cover, they'd rather document seeing a real life Benevolent.

This had been the greatest moment of their lives; it could've also been their last if they had been dealing with one of the others. Maybe not Blake. He didn't have it in him to mercilessly eliminate people. Ronin had planned to pull out his phone and search for a bar online. Maybe find a known pub of deviants and slaughter them before grabbing a few drinks. Before he could even think, his phone was ringing in his large tattooed hands.

"Shit." Henrietta.

His fist closed around the metallic box and he wanted to crush the small device. He hadn't spoken to his mother since they all stood together in the boat house. There had been several missed calls from her; he wondered why they hadn't decided to shut down the power lines yet. Or cell service for that matter? Surveillance.

He picked up after she called a third time, his audible sigh a bit immature for his age.

"Mother."

"Ronin, sweetheart. I have been watching the news. If they're forcing you to do any of this baby, I'll understand. That boy is a monster. Just like his no good friends."

"Who, Mother?"

"Sutton! That evil child has grown up into an evil man. He converted with so many demons he became one."

"It's not like that, Mother."

"Well of course it is. He's done something to you all, and I understand if you don't want any parts in it. I am with Father –."

"Stop it! Just stop! For fucksake Mother, I am a grown man. Would you just stop for two fucking seconds? This is real. This is happening and for once in your miserable life, would you stop blaming Sutton!"

"Excuse me?"

"I am tired, Mother. You hear me? Tired. I spent my whole life doing exactly this: explaining myself! I don't wanna do it anymore. So I'm asking you to stop. To stop blaming Sutton; to stop being so goddamn crazy; to stop worrying about how everyone can corrupt your children when you did that yourself."