Emotions

Zephyr POV

Gently opening my eyes, I see the blurs of the bright blue sky with clear white clouds going their merry way. After so long in the darkness, it takes a while longer to adjust to some sort of light.

It's refreshing... cleansing almost. Taking deep breaths, I ingest the fresh air... I feel calm and peaceful with myself for once.

Of course I know that this won't last since I remember everything. The blood moon, the scythe, the voice in my mind and my headless body. If anything, it's a clear indication that I am a catalyst for a major incident that is bound to occur.

However, I'm still confused about this perpetual darkness concept, it's definitely important, otherwise the voice wouldn't have put any emphasis on in.

Eventually, I decide to stop thinking too hard about this because the voice told me that it would accompany me so it will surely answer my doubt, right?

'Well, whatever. I have other problems I need to think about right, now for example Where the hell am I?' I think to myself.

Finally, my eyes adjust to the light, I look around the room to find many people on the floor around me with bandages and other medical tools.There are a few women and men in white uniforms going around to the other people. It seems that I am at a hospital, but not a modern one at that. These bandages look dirty and the tools look rusty. The people in the uniforms must be the nurses and doctors.

I slowly lift my upper body up supported by my hands to sit upright. My body is screaming in pain, but it's becoming more bearable with every movement I make. A lady in the waiting area spots me struggling to sit up and quickly comes to my aid with excitement followed by two little girls.

She is a fairly beautiful middle aged lady with a few grey hairs, seems like the stress and age, are getting to her. She gives a peaceful aura as she supports me and smiles at me. Her eyes encouraging and he smile widening as I sit upright. A motherly feeling emanates from her. I don't like it. It reminds me of my mother, someone I'd forgotten about for so long even though she one of the people I was getting revenge for. Seems like I was so blinded by hate, I forgot who the reason why I was fuelled by it was for.

Staring at her in a daze, comparing her with my mother, I don't realise she is speaking to me. As I stare at her longer, features of my mother overlap with this lady. My tears start to slowly fall, clinging to my face and dropping onto my thighs as she encases me with a warm hug.

It's almost funny, Zephyr Crimson, Blue Eyed Demon,Million Man Murderer or simply Death. The man who murders for fun, to test himself, to challenge himself. A broken man with a shattered heart and no purpose. A man who had to be put down by his own organisation because he was so cold blooded. This man who hasn't cried for 27 years since the death of his family, is sitting there crying in front of a stranger who he hasn't even met for 5 minutes.

It seems pitiful, but I can't control it. Every emotion that I've kept hidden behind a mask just want to be released and flow endlessly. 27 years worth of emotions hit me all at once and made me realise how much of a fool I was.

Why couldn't I control myself back then? Why was I so cold blooded? Will I continue to be like that?

NO...NO I WON'T NOT ANYMORE. I shall live my life filled with what I was deprived of in the past. A family, home, love. This time, I will live a life to protect and prevent harm falling on my loved ones even if that means resorting to killing once again. I will live a life so that they can live like kings and queens, so that they don't suffer anymore, so that I can have some redemption for my past sins.

Crying for the past 10 minutes, the lady still hugging me. I slowly get released from her hug, the warmth still lingering. I'm confused about why she would since I don't know who she is. "Thank you for that, but who are you?" I ask weakly. Slightly disappointed that the warmth has gone.

When she hears the question, she frowns deeply as do the two little girls behind here. I realise I am missing something, I'm most likely related to them since they were the first people to rush to me. How is that possible though? I was a shadow most my life, only interacting with a handful of people.

" Zephyr, sweetie do you not remember me? Chloe, go get the doctor quickly!". She exclaims tearfully. Her body comes closer to mine and hold my hands while her own her trembling. Her eyes piercing into mine to see if I am lying. You can see the endless sadness and disappointment fully visible within her eyes. My heart aches as she stares at me waiting for an answer, I wish I could lie to her, but I really don't know who she is or where I am.

"I'm sorry ma'am, all I remember is that my name is Zephyr. I don't know where I am nor who you are, apologies." I speak with sincerity and politeness, trying to sound as less hurtful as possible. I don't want to see such a sad expression on her again.

"PLEASE PLEASE don't speak to me so formally! Sweetie, you can't forget me please!.... I am your mother!" she cries. Hugging me so tightly as if I would fly away if she let go.

"What?!". My eyes widen in confusion as I exclaim. How can she be my mother when mine died right in front of me?