The Forgotten

VIII - Answer

Earl POV

When I woke up, I was alone in my room. I wondered how did I finish on my bed. Then I remembered last night. I was crying like a baby on Kane's chest.

What an embarrassment!

I couldn't believe that I, the next successor of the mafia had been crying like a baby. When I would see Kane, I would make him, no, I would order him to keep what happened last night a secret. No matter what. I also owed a small apology to Heather and Ashley since they were only partially at fault. Maybe I would wait a while before saying that I forgave them. Yeah, if I was too gentle where my credibility and authority would go?

Anyways, for now, I needed a shower. I went into the bathroom and stripped before taking a hot shower. I was kind of hoping that I could wash all yesterday drama and responsibility away. I should not jump to conclusions, I would have to wait for Shelby's call to know what really happened. But one thing was certain, I needed to go back home as soon as possible.

Kane POV

I watched my fists connect with the sandbag. Since I regularly took my baths, my physical capabilities had been perfectly maintained. Though, I wanted something a little more exciting to punch at. Always punching a bag became boring.

I would have never believed that I would be awakened. Years ago, I thought it would be the last time I would ever see this world again. But it didn't matter, no matter how long we waited, we would never die of old age. Death, what would it feel like? With my regenerative and other enhanced capabilities, there were things that I didn't need to do. For example, sleeping and eating were only optional, a luxury. I could survive in the middle of the Sahara desert without having a sunburn or even need to drink. Emotions were things I never experienced. We could easily fake it without even feeling it. I could seduce any type of women since I didn't have my own personality. The only thing I needed was a thorough background check and her taste.

The only thing we cared about was executing the orders we were given. Since it was the way we were created.

I stopped punching the sandbag and went to take another one. As I walked toward the storage room, I heard a ripping sound, it broke... It took me 73 hits for it to break. I guessed it was okay since it took me 84 for the last sandbag.

I grinned to myself, it was made from a pretty good material. Human bodies never lasted that long.

"What happened for you to grin like that?" asked the man beside me.

I looked down a little and saw Earl, "Nothing," I answered as my grin disappeared.

"Anyways, you tell no one about yesterday, understood?" he crossed his arms as he glared at me. It was kind of... cute?

"About your brother?" I answered as I put the new sandbag on.

I heard him huff, "What happened after."

"You nearly killing your subordinates?"

He grumbled, "Are you doing it on purpose?" I turned to look at him. "About... My moment of... Weakness." he admitted.

"It is a normal and humane reaction to cry when you're grieving and suffering," I stated as a matter of fact.

"Still, a grown up man crying..."