Undertaker

Chapter IV

Previously on Undertaker

"Undertaker, hey I was wondering if you wanna... OH MY GOD UNDERTAKER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I heard someone screaming. I looked around and saw Victor standing there.

Now

I looked at Victor. I was confused on why he was here. I looked down. I didn't even know that I was bleeding.

"Undertaker, what are you doing with that blade?" Victor asked more calmly.

"I don't know," I said with zero emotion, "But why are you here?"

"I wanted to celebrate on our victory," Victor stated, sadness laced his voice.

"Well, I guess we can," I said, looking at him then walked towards the kitchen.

"Undertaker, what's going on with you?" Victor asked, grabbing my arm.

"What do you mean?" I asked him confusedly.

"You're not yourself," he notice. 

"Well do you really know me?" I asked Victor, trying to hide my emotion.

"Of course I know you, Undertaker," Victor commented.

"Then tell me what I'm scared of?" I questioned him.

"Um...,"

"Come on, Mr. Dective. Tell me what I'm scared of?" I asked him again, getting annoyed. I stopped trying to fight my emotion. Victor looked shocked, "Right, you don't know what I'm scared of because you only come here for a case, " I cried. All these emotion and long hours are finally catching up to me.

"Undertaker, are you okay?" Victor asked.

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M OKAY?!" I shouted, "I'm so tried of everything. Remember when you asked me if I had someone special in my life. I told you I didn't," I asked.

"Yes," He said calmly.

"I started to think really hard on why I didn't. Then I remember what some of my costumers said about me. I realized what the final resting ground is for me," I said, trying to think on it.

"SUICIDE IS NOT THE ANSWER, UNDERTAKER. GET THAT STUPID THOUGHT OUT OF YOUR HEAD, NOW!" Victor yelled. I jumped out of my seat and landed on the ground.

"Well, a lot of people do," I stated. Victor walked up to me. He kneeled down in front of me.

"I care about you, Undertaker. I really do and if I lose you. I don't know what I will do?" Victor said, looking into my eyes.

"You will live and solve crime in the criminal underworld like you always have," I added, not looking into his eyes.

"It wouldn't be the same," he said, getting irritated.

"No, it would be the same," I said, getting annoyed. I looked up at him and notice so much sadness lies in his eyes.

"You're wrong, Undertaker. You're so wrong," Victor whispered, his head falling into my chest. I felt something warm and wet hitting my chest.

"Vic-Victor," I stuttered.

"You don't get it. I only asked about have someone special in your life because I wanted to know if you were single," He sniffled.

"Why would you want to know that?" I asked. Victor's head shot up and starred at me. His warm violet  eyes starring into my soul.

"Because I want to asked you out on a date," Victor said with a sad smile.

"I would love to ," I said with a tears escaping my eyes. I couldn't believe someone actually care about me, "But do you really mean it?" I asked him.