Chapter 223 Scene : Revelations II (1/2)

John grabbed BK by the collar, ”What nonsense are you talking about?!”

BK allowed that, glared at John in the eye and then to John's hands around his shirt. John took several deep breaths to calm down, and released BK.

BK smoothened down his shirt and replied, ”From what little bit I got, the High Table wanted another John Wick and at the same time, some sort of leverage over you. You do remember what sort of medical examinations we had to go through, right?”

John nodded. All sorts of samples were given, from hair, blood, sweat, and semen.

”Artificial insemination, using your sperm and the egg of a woman you hooked up with, and planted into a surrogate mother,” BK explained.

”What's the point of all of that?!” John roared, partly angry at the audacity, partly flabbergasted at the weirdness of it all.

BK looked at him with a slight sneer, ”I don't know what's going on in their minds, but they wanted another 'John Wick'. As if you're the only elite assassin in the group. There was no BK Jr or what-not.”

BK then went on in a slight tantrum, with his displeased face about why were the High Table so blind and could only see 'John Wick' ...

After listening to BK rambling on for a few minutes, John impatiently said, ”So create another John Wick and get rid of the old one?”

BK laughed, ”Getting rid of you was never their intention. You're the one that started it all to get under their skin. Your son was created to 'fill in the void' to replace you. Yes, they wanted another John Wick - but one that they could control forever.”

”Wait. You said I had more than one son?” John questioned again, picking out that detail he remembered.

”Well, after you got married ... the others were seen as excess baggage,” BK said, waiting for John's reaction.

A flicker of hurt flashed through John's eyes, soon to be replaced with intense anger. He was already damn p*ssed with the High Table, but this certainly took the cake. The anger he felt was far beyond anything he had ever experienced before.

Then he thought of his one, last, remaining son. Zenith. How he looked like, standing there. Dangerous yet ... ethereal. John supposed that's how a Fallen Angel would look like?

”He's got her eyes,” John said suddenly, ”She had the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.”

John gripped his hands so tightly that it turned white.

”They're going to pay,” John muttered, ”Eliminating those who betrayed me isn't enough. I'm going to raze them all to the ground until there's nothing left. Not a single High Table member ... and Winston ... will get through this.”

”What about your son then?” BK asked, drumming his fingers on the sofa.

John looked up at him and said, ”Something is not quite right there. I will need more information. Can you dig it out for me with your contacts?”

BK rubbed his chin, ”Depends. What is it?”

”You said he was created to replace me,” John said, ”Presumably they already figured I was going to leave, sooner or later.”

”That's right,” BK confirmed.

”So why did he want to kill me?” John asked, ”I could see that conflict in his eyes. I could hear the hatred in his voice.”

”I have never met him before, and never knew of his existence - but he knew of me. Just what nonsense did they put into his mind for him to have that much hatred?” John asked.

The last thing he wanted to do was kill his own son. Would he be able to do it?

His son, with his wife Helen, should have been the most beautiful and wonderful creation, a legacy of such a wonderful woman. He could tell, even from that brief moment, that Zenith was as skilled and ruthless as he was - but he refused to believe that Zenith didn't inherit any of his mother's kindness and gentleness.

The characteristics that saved John Wick's soul could not have been obliberated in their son.

The High Table must have done something, he was sure of it.

They will pay.

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Zenith's was drifting in and out of consciousness, hardly responding to those around him.

He had been holding on by sheer willpower alone for the past week, so once he was taken out of that place, it was as if everything in his body just broke down. His heart even stopped for a bit, but they managed to resusitate him.

Zenith also had no desire to fight for his life.

He had met the man he hated, and had been dreaming of killing for so long - yet, he could not pull the trigger once the opportunity arose. He was frustrated at himself, he was angry but most of all. He was tired.

So tired.