The Inevitable

Leonardo

After the explosion

It’s not very often that people surprise me.

I expect the worst from everyone, even myself. Especially myself.

But when that voice registers through the fog of agony clouding my head, all I can feel is astonishment and the cold press of metal in the back of my skull.

“Glad you could figure that out, Roman Williams. Now let’s see those hands, otherwise, this single bullet will find its way in both of your fucking heads.”

The exact feeling is reflected on Roman’s face as his features slacken and his eyes widen, his voice saturated with utter bewilderment as he mouths, “You?”

“Yes. Me.” The bastard answers

Mother… fucker.

"Who are you?" Roman asks.

"Well, Roman both of you know me as, The Professor. But L- X here, knows me as something different. Am I wrong, Leonardo?." I scowl and he chuckles.

My mind races, circulating through each encounter with him and trying to figure out how the fuck I missed this—missed him always being a wolf in sheep’s clothing.