Chapter 231 Scene : The End (1/2)

Zenith kept on pressing the trigger, even though the chamber was empty. The room, which had previously been filled with loud booming sounds, was now replaced with the sounds of the clicking of the gun.

Like a mechanical robot, intent on finishing its programmed action, Zenith just kept on 'shooting'.

Click click click click click click click click

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Zenith stopped. He just stood there, staring at the unmovingfigure in front of him. The figure whose eyes never left his, had never wavered, never judged.

Never hated.

Still so full of love and acceptance.

Zenith wailed, the sound piercing and full of pain and heartache. Like a wounded animal, raw in its declaration of pain.

He fell down to his knees, put his forehead on his them and hugged his legs tightly to his chest. He shook his head, mumbling and rocking on his heels, lost in his own world of pain.

Zenith couldn't understand it.

His mind was in chaos. His heart was breaking.

He was ready to kill John, his own father.

The more that man talked, the more agitated he became. The more the things he had been keeping down kept wanting to break free. The man was lying. He had to be.

Zenith couldn't' believe the words that came out of that man's mouth.

Love him? Really?

He would do anything?

Like how he did the impossible task to be with his wife?

Yeah. Right.

It was a trap. A trap to make him lower his guard down. To get rid of him since he was such a dangerous tool.

Even when John put that gun in his hand, Zenith didn't believe it.

John was an elite assassin. His name struck so much fear in the assassin circle that he was regarded like the Boogeyman.

Zenith had laughed inwardly when he got the gun. Did the Boogeyman really think he'd be scared? That he wouldn't shoot? That he really wouldn't kill?

There was no way that an elite assassin like John Wick wouldn't avoid the shots. Any normal man would, what more John Wick. John's survival instinct will kick in, avoid the shots, and they will fight. Either John will die, or he, Zenith, would.

So Zenith let loose and pulled the trigger in rapid succession.

It was so fast and regularly timed that it sounded like a machine gun.

It was Zenith's skill. He had absolute precision and control, able to shoot so fast and so accurately that no one was safe.

As shot after shot was fired, Zenith's heart was breaking. It was as if each shot opened a fresh, new wound within him. Instead of shooting the man in front of him, it felt like the bullets hit him instead.

John really did let him shoot him.

He didn't move at all.

He hadn't flinched and he just stood there, with his eyes accepting and calm as Zenith shot at him. There was no blame in them. Just acceptance.

The bullets flew past his head, some even giving him a close shave that hair flew but none actually hit him.

If John had moved even a centimeter, one of those bullets surely would have hit him and he would have died. Yet, because he didn't move, he lived.

Zenith couldn't deny the truth in front of his eyes any longer.

His heart broke, the dam broke and all sorts of emotions that he had kept away so securely came gushing out. He had believed he could not feel anything anymore other than hate.

Yet now, he felt pain. A pain so intense that he wailed, the anguish clearly heard as it echoed in the room.

He ... he was worthy of being loved?

He ... he had someone who truly did love him?

Could it really be true?

John's own heart was wrenched in pain upon seeing his son sitting on the floor, so lost in pain. He didn't say a word but simply went down on his knees and hugged him. Hugged him tight and kept whispering into his ear how everything was alright.

John just hugged his son tightly to him, not letting go and letting him wail it out.

John had recognised in Zenith, the sort of despair that he had felt before he met Helen.

It was Helen's warmth and unconditional love that made him alive again. Made him believe again. Made his heart beat again.

His son went through the same thing he did and was feeling the same thing he had. He didn't have Helen's warmth to thaw out his son so he did the only thing he could do, as John Wick.

Love him as John Wick would love someone.

Without question, unconditionally.

✿✿ Several hours later ✿✿