Metal and Wood Chronicles

A death that changes

A strong storm had hit the city, making the clear night of New York dark, the rain and wind were so intense that one could hear in some streets, certain lunatics screaming for the end of the world, the beast was born, it was the second coming of Christ, etc....

In the midst of all this confusion, a silent figure, dressed only in his pyjamas black satin trousers, watching the city, through the smoked windows of the penthouse of the Castle Building, the King company's home. Jonathan was restless, couldn't sleep, even after taking a dozen pills, something was distressing him and had nothing to do with the storm. As he watched the storm, Jonathan gave thanks to his inventions, because with them it was possible to reinforce all the buildings, and the entire sewer network of the city through nano-technology and plates made of nano robots that self-reparated themselves in case of some catastrophe. At that very moment the silence of the penthouse is interrupted by the ringing of the phone, on the screen came to green the name Old Castle, was from his grandfather's house: "Yes", " Young Prince?" was the old butler of his grandfather, who had joked with the family surname since Jonathan was little, "My good old Albert, something happened to be calling me at this hour?" , "It's your grandfather, the old King sent for you." Nothing else had been said there at that moment. Jonathan had the answer to his malaise, Grandpa was dying. The glass of Borboun that Jonathan had in his hand, shattered himself on the floor of the apartment, the billionaire, did not even feel when he stepped on the shards of the broken glass as he moved into the room, opened the luxurious wardrobe and took out some black chino pants, a black sweater, dressed it, put on some black leather boots and put on his black overcoat, took the keys and wallet and when he was preparing to leave the house something called him to attention, it was as if a voice had told him in the ear "don't forget your glove,"Jon Boy", The glove? Why would he want the glove, if he was just going to assist his grandfather?" thought Jonathan, yet he decided to listen his intuition, that until that day had never let him down, and returned to the room, inside the wardrobe behind his clothes was the drawing of Horus' eye, Jonathan placed his right eye next to that picture and a green light came out of the wall and read his iris , was a reader who allowed him to have access to the secret compartment, which he himself had built, so that's why no one knew what existed there: "Hello Mina", "Good Morning my King, how can i help you?", he loved to be treated in this way, Mina was the artificial intelligence that he created himself to help him with his inventions, "Mina came just to get my glove, but I need you to do a reading of all the parameters we have introduced so that nothing goes wrong if is necessary to use it", "Yes sir", the Glove that was exposed on the wall as a trophy began to be bathed by a green light that moved to the left and right, the process took about five minutes. "My King, the reading of the parameters of the equipment is already finished, all parameters are in perfect condition, as well as all the equipment you can get when using it, I hope you do not need to use anything". "So do I, Mina, i also hope I don't need to use any of this," Jonathan said as he left the secret room with the Glove placed in his left hand. The door closed behind him and on the wall of the room where the young King was previously only was visible the image of Horus' eye.

Upon going down the elevator, with the Glove placed on his hand, Jonathan activated through it, the one that was his city car, a "modest" Bugatti Divo that he acquired for the modest amount of five million euros. Upon arriving at the garage, the car "was" waiting for him with the door open, with was safe since at that time no one will go down there. As he sat behind the wheel Jonathan activated Mina, "Mina take me to the "Castle" as fast as possible", "yes my King", with these words the car engine started to work and set in motion, leaving the garage and enjoying that time, despite being the city that never sleeps , the streets of New York were practically empty and the Bugatti accelerated towards the Castle making in thirty minutes a journey, that normally during the day, would take more than an hour and a half. Arriving at the "Castle", the building where the "Old King" lived, the Bugatti stood out and Jonathan left almost flying from inside the car into the building, something he could do with the help of his Glove but did not want to show-off, as if this was possible given the car that had led him there. The Young billionaire entered the elevator and did not even need to tell the clerk which floor he wanted to go, because he already knew, in fact everyone in the building already knew what was happening, because the maid of the castle, told the maid downstairs, who told the doorman that the "Old King" was dying. When the elevator opened, the old Albert was already waiting for Jonathan, " Young Prince, go quickly," said the old butler, to which the boy just nodded and ran towards his grandfather's room, opened the doors of pair by pair, went to the edge of the bed where the old man was waiting for him: "Grandfather?" said Jonathan, "My little one, it was old Al who called you isnt it? I didn't want to bother you but I'm good that you are here because I have something to tell you", Jonathan was startled by his grandfather's tone of voice, it was really true, he was dying, that man with a strong tone of voice who had created him saw his time running out and was approaching the moment when he would join his ancestors and the Creator , "Calm down, don't try hard, we'll call the doctor", "the only thing the doctor can do for me will be to confirm the time of my passage to the other side, the train does not wait, I will leave soon on my last adventure, but first I have to give you something. There's a letter on my desk, which you could almost publish as if it were a book, in it you will read all the details and everything I wanted to have told you before, but I always lacked the courage because the greatest fear would be that you would reject me, but I want you to know, that even with our differences I always loved you..." at that moment the "Old King" sighed deep and closed his eyes, Jonathan had no time to say goodbye to his grandfather, at least stood there beside him, a shiver ran through his body and made him look at the desk, if it were not for a skeptical man who believed that the only God was science, he could almost swear that he saw the spirit of the grandfather pass by the desk pointing to the letter. He couldn't cry, he didn't panic, he knew there was nothing else to do, now he was to call the coroner and wait for the whole legal process, autopsy, funeral, opening the will and then maybe he could cry his grandfather. He tried to speak but his voice was not going out, at least so it seemed to him, but the old butler heard the cry that came out of the room, that yes cried with the departure of his old master, Jonathan embraced him, he knew well the affection that Albert had for his grandfather, because according to him he knew the old butler had begun to work for the Old King before he had left to the search for the legend in the sss Jungle.

While awaiting the doctor's arrival, Jonathan heard again in his head as if a whisper was "the letter", thinking he was hallucinating, shook his head as if to awaken something, addressed the desk and kept the letter in the pocket of his coat, he would not read it there with his dead grandfather by his side and the old butler crying clinging to his old friend , (jonathan would later come to know that his grandfather had left part of his fortune to the old servant and his descendants) well-told the time he kept the letter because the coroner accompanied by two Detectives from the New York Police Department, entered through the bedroom door.