Becky embraced Mortuus tightly, tears streaming down her face as she asked him what happened. He held her back, sobbing uncontrollably. Death stood in the corner, awkwardly fiddling with his scythe.
"I wasn't supposed to be here," Mortuus explained, "and there are others like me." Despite his unique appearance, Becky gazed into his eyes with comfort, knowing they resembled his father's.
She held his cheek in her surprisingly soft hands. Even after being shredded apart by The Stitcher, Mortuus still had the beautiful green eyes of Peter Morgan.
They gave the same calm and collected feeling that her husband did. She hated herself for ending him, but there was nothing she could do that would change it.
Becky's hand shook as she confided, "I was a horrible mother, Peter." She seemed very nervous but not unwilling to talk about what happened. He figured it was still better not to ask about her husband. Mortuus offered comfort, placing his hand on hers.
He looked her in the eyes, just like his father used to. The warmness that was held in his eyes made her tear more. It felt like she was looking right into the eyes of her beloved husband- the man she regretted killing every day.
"I'm no longer Peter," Mortuus said sorrowfully. "But I am still your child."
The two stood there, embracing each other—mother and son finally reunited. They stood there for ten minutes, hugging and crying into each other's shoulders—maybe it was longer, but neither of them cared.
Becky wanted to express a lot to him, but she found herself incapable of doing so. She could only shed tears. It felt wrong to cry, not because she wasn't happy to see him again but because she felt emotions.
She had felt numb and cold for so long, but now she could actually feel like her heart had begun to reopen. Feeling any emotions besides guilt and self-hatred was so foreign and seemed wrong.
She wondered how Mortuus could ever forgive her. She didn't feel worthy of redemption after all the pain and suffering she had caused him as a child, yet he offered her another chance.
"I can help you with your bandages," Becky offered kindly to Mortuus. "I understand it can be challenging for you." She said. It was all she could manage, but it was the most motherly thing she had done for him in years.
Becky lifted Mortuus's bandages to his face and made a loop on his forehead before wounding it. Mortuus sat in a chair and let her wrap. She had been an assistant nurse in her earlier years, so it wasn't like she didn't know what she was doing.
She delicately wrapped it around him. Her mind seemed to be processing something as she held onto the cloth. It was only a moment, but for that mere moment, she smiled as she realized something.
"You possess the Angel Eyes, don't you?" Becky asked while Mortuus gazed at her, perplexed."You can see like a video game when your eyes are covered, right?" She restated in the hope that he would understand, holding part of the bandage.
"How did you know?" Mortuus inquired. She gently covered his eyes with the cloth. "It's a side effect, Mortuus," she explained softly. Mortuus sat there, letting her clothe his face. He wondered what all she knew. Becky was obviously aware of PROJECT MORTUUS, and why wouldn't she be when her husband was the lead scientist? But does she also know about the Cave of Souls? he wondered.
Becky seemed to anticipate Mortuus' thoughts and advised him, "It's best to avoid that cave if you're trying to gain knowledge about something, Mortuus."Mortuus attempted to speak. However, Becky quickly tightened the bandage over his mouth. "I genuinely mean it, Mortuus. That cave is evil."
After nodding in agreement, he stood up and spoke with his fingers crossed behind his back, saying, "I promise." As he walked away, Becky couldn't help but chuckle, sensing that he had not told the truth.
"Be safe, Peter."
As Mortuus closed the door of her trailer home, she sighed. "That project ruined us, Alex." She said as she looked at a picture of her dead husband.
The picture in question was taken on their wedding day. Alex Morgan was in a dark tux with a red tie. His smile was wide and joyful.
A tear fell from her eye and onto Alex's face in the picture as she looked at it. It rolled down, drying as it moved. "We were perfect. Why'd I have to become a monster?"
Becky opened a drawer with a bunch of random objects and tossed the picture frame inside. She grabbed a bottle of gin from beside it and slammed it shut. The bottle was nearly full but had been opened before.
Becky sat on the couch, her petite figure sinking into the pillow surface, and opened the bottle. "A demon's kiss. A devil's tear. Every road leads back to here." She said as she took a heavy swig.
The gin rolled down her throat, some of it spilling onto her shirt. She stopped chugging and lowered the bottle. With her eyes tightly shut, Becky wiped the gin from her chin.
Becky stared forward for a minute before throwing the bottle at the wall in front of her.
It shattered to pieces, gin spraying the floor. As it dripped down the wall, a spirit slowly glided past and left her alone in the trailer house.
"Still the same lost soul." The spirit spoke as it left. The energy in question was Death, but he wasn't sure whether she could see him.
Becky lay back on the couch and cried. "Why won't they leave me alone?" She sobbed.
Death slowly raised his scythe over his head and swung it with a powerful movement. He vanished in smoke, Becky lying there on the couch. She was passed out but not dead. It was a heartbreaking scene to even the strongest of souls.57Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDrNfPUtHw4
