RISEN FROM THE ASHES: GOD OF CHAOS

CHAPTER FOUR

The trip back to Los Angeles was short but tiring. And Flynn had known from the private jet that Harvey was serious. In the plane, he had gotten a banquet, something he hadn’t seen in a long while. But he still couldn’t sleep. He was wondering where it had all gone long. If he had a wealthy family all along, why hadn’t they found him? And why didn’t he know about them? He had always thought that his adopted parents were the only family he had, and so he never asked about his real family. His reason was simple: if they cared about him so much, they wouldn’t have thrown him away. 

That was until now. Not after Harvey had told him the tragic story. His parents had been in an accident, and they had been separated while they were being rushed to the hospital. His father, Maximilian, had died before they could reach the emergency room, but his mom survived. And when nobody could identify him in Manhattan, they had sent him to a foster home where he had been found by his adopted parents, Sarah and William. 

But now, he was about to see his mother. After twenty-eight years, he was finally going to see her again. 

They arrived at the hospital, and the stench of antiseptics hit his nose, making it wrinkle. Harvey was silent as he led him towards the ward where his mother lay. 

Flynn could feel his heart thumping hard against his chest. He had felt this way since Ava had told him to sign the divorce papers. And still, he couldn’t forget the humiliation they had put him through at that party. He wasn’t going to give up until he got back at all of them. He was going to get his revenge someday. 

They arrived at the ward, and Flynn stood by the door reading the number engraved in a circle: 415.

He turned to Harvey, who nodded with a smile. And with that, he opened the door and stepped into the room. Inside was a woman who was lying on the bed. Her pale skin was marred with dark spots, and she looked totally fragile as she slept. Her long, jet black hair was scattered across her face as her chest went up and down rhythmically as she breathed slowly. 

Harvey moved past Flynn, who was frozen to the spot, and walked to the side of the bed. There, he grabbed a seat and sat before reaching for her thin, fragile hand. A short gasp disrupted her rhythmic breathing as her eyes fluttered open. 

“Harvey,” she called weakly, her charred lips breaking into a smile. 

“I found him, Bianca. I brought him,” he said with excitement. “Your son, Kace.”

“Where is he?” She asked. 

That was Flynn’s signal to walk over. As he stood before her, he could see the resemblance in their features. Her lemon eyes found his, and he immediately he could see that they were slowly losing their light. She didn’t have much longer. 

“Come closer, my boy,” she beckoned weakly. 

Flynn gulped before obeying. He stood by the bed, and she reached out to him and touched him. Her palm was cold and coarse like gravel. 

“Kace, my son. I’m sorry for not finding you all this time,” she said, a trickle of tears falling down her face.  

Flynn barely knew this woman, but he could feel his soul breaking as he watched her fight for her life. She knew that she was running out of time and was trying to make amends before it was too late. 

“No. No, don’t say that, Mom,” he said, sitting on the bed.  “Harvey told me everything. It wasn’t your fault. None of it was.”

“I was the one who planned the trip to Manhattan. There was a deal I was adamant on striking, and despite your father’s objections, I still wanted to go,” she said weakly. “It’s my fault that he died. And that I lost you. That was the worst day of my life. And I will never forgive myself for that.”

Flynn held her cheeks and flashed her a crooked smile. “I forgive you, Mom. For the both of us. Dad and I forgive you.”

A smile stretched across her lips as she heard that. “Thank you,” she appreciated. “Give me a hug.”

Flynn wrapped his hands around her fragile body and gave her a warm hug. He could feel a warmth in his chest. Something he couldn’t describe; something ethereal. Like all the pain and grief he had been through was worth it just to get to this moment. After two decades, he finally found his family. Where he truly belonged. 

“You’ll be fine, Mom,” he said. “I promise.”

Bianca chuckled softly, her fragile body reverberating in accordance. 

“I love you, my boy,” she said, letting go of him and lying back on the bed. 

“Alright now. Why don’t we let her be?” Harvey asked, rising from the chair. “You folks can catch up tomorrow.”

Flynn nodded and rose from the bed. 

“Thank you, Harvey,” Flynn said, stretching out his hand for a shake. Harvey shook it firmly, and Flynn realized then that this old man was tougher than he looked. 

“I’m his doing my job, Master Kace,” he said. 

Suddenly, the heart rate machine made a static sound, and they both turned to Bianca, who was lying still on the bed. 

“No! No! No!” Flynn yelled at the top of his voice as he rushed towards her. “You can’t die yet!”

“Nurse!” Harvey barked in the hallway. 

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Flynn stood in the hallway as he watched the nurses roll away his mother’s corpse. He couldn’t believe that this was happening. He was quickly reminded that no matter how he tried, he wouldn’t get the happiness he deserved. And so it was time for him to stop pursuing happiness and chase something worth more. He had to channel this rage into something before he lost his mind. And there was one thing he wanted so much: Revenge. 

Harvey sighed as he shoved his hands into his pockets. This was after he had made the sign of the cross. 

“I’m so sorry about your mother, Master Kace,” he said. 

Flynn nodded. 

“You said you knew about my time in the military and what happened to me,” he said, not looking up from the floor. “Is that correct?”

Harvey looked at him, baffled, but nodded. 

“Yes.”

“Do you know the reason they let me off?”

Harvey looked a bit confused as he tried to decipher where Flynn was heading. 

“No. But I can find out,” he replied. 

Flynn clenched his jaw and balled his hands into fists. 

“Good.”

Harvey gulped, fearing for the answer he would get for the question that plagued his mind. But he still asked. 

“What are you planning, Master Kace?”

Flynn looked up at him and gave him a sinister smile. 

“Revenge.”