Chapter 9

"Hello, White," echoed Kelvin's voice through the receiver.

White's heart raced as Kelvin's voice pierced the airwaves. His fists tightened, knuckles paling under the pressure of his grip. Emotions swirled within him, a turbulent storm of anger and hurt colliding within his chest. The betrayal cut deep, reopening wounds he thought had healed, igniting a blaze of resentment.

His expression darkened, features contorting with a mix of fury and disbelief. It was as though a dam had burst, unleashing a torrent of pent-up rage. Bitterness filled his mouth, his heartbeat echoing in his ears like distant thunder. All he wanted was to confront the one who had betrayed him.

"Why did you betray me, Kelvin?" White's voice trembled with anger, each word dripping with raw emotion.

Silence stretched for a few heartbeats as Kelvin wrestled with White's questions, his silence stoking the embers of White's rage until it flared into an inferno.

"Answer me, Kelvin! Why'd you betray us?" White's voice thundered, each word dripping with fury.

"I'm sorry, White," Kelvin murmured, his tone heavy with remorse.

"That's not good enough! Why'd you do it? We were supposed to end this damn war together. Are you handing over the Gundam to them? Do you understand what that means?" White's words cut through the tense air like a knife.

"I know, White. But I had no choice," Kelvin replied, his voice tinged with resignation.

"Listen, if the other nations find out we're short on Gundams, our whole operation will be toast. Every nation under our banner will be wiped off the map," Kelvin explained, desperation creeping into his words.

White's words sliced through the tense air like a sharp blade. "But the organization using the Gundam would still lead to the same result, but this time, it will be other nations facing the bloodshed," he stated, his tone edged with concern.

Kelvin's response was firm and resolute. "The thing is, White, I don't care about other nations except ours," he declared, his gaze unwavering.

"What did you say, Kelvin? You don't care if the innocent get killed?" White's voice erupted with anger, his frustration palpable.

"They are just sacrifices for a better world," Kelvin asserted, his words chillingly matter-of-fact.

"Kelvin!" White's shout reverberated through the surrounding, his fists clenched in frustration.

"I will kill you!" White screamed, his teeth sinking into his lower lip until blood trickled down.

"I am sorry, White, but I've got to do this for a better world," Kelvin murmured, his resolve unyielding.

"Charles, do it," ordered Kelvin.

"But sir, there's gotta be another way," argued Charles.

"Do you want to disobey orders? Think about your family, Charles," threatened Kelvin.

"Sorry, Sir," Charles said, his gaze unwavering as he turned towards White. With a swift motion, he retrieved a gun from his back pocket and aimed it towards White.

White, witnessing the unfolding events, burst into laughter.

"So, you need to kill me because I'm the only one that can ruin your plan," White said, his laughter echoing like a madman who had lost all reason.

"Kelvin, I'll wait for you in hell," declared White, turning towards Charles. "Do it, but promise me you'll take care of my son and tell him I died naturally, please."

Tears streamed down Charles' cheeks as he made a solemn vow, "I promise to take care of your son like he's my own."

"I'm sorry, White," Kelvin's voice cracked before abruptly ending the call.

A deafening bang echoed through the air as Charles fired the gun, the shot piercing White's head. Suddenly, an unexpected voice shattered the tense silence from behind them.

"Dad!" Junior's scream pierced the air, his eyes wide with shock, tears cascading down his cheeks.

As White's consciousness waned, he turned towards his son, a serene smile gracing his lips. "I'm sorry, son. Take care of yourself. Remember everything I taught you. I believe in you," he whispered, drawing his last breath and slipping away.

Junior rushed to his father's side, dropping to his knees as he cried out, "Dad, please wake up!"

"Dad, don't leave me," his pleas grew louder, desperation lacing his words.

"Dad!" Junior's anguished scream echoed through the desolate scene, his heartache palpable in the chilling air.

"Dad!" Junior's anguished scream echoed through the desolate scene, his heartache palpable in the chilling air. He clung to his father's lifeless form, his whole body trembling with grief and disbelief.

Charles stood nearby, his own eyes brimming with tears as he watched the heartbreaking scene unfold. Guilt weighed heavily on his shoulders, knowing that his actions had shattered the lives of this father and son.

"But he had no choice; it was between his family or White," Charles thought, the weight of his decision heavy on his heart.

Then suddenly Junior's voice ceased, leaving Charles stunned as he turned his gaze towards Junior. What he witnessed sent a shiver down his spine,a raw, palpable bloodlust emanating from Junior, aimed directly at him.

Junior's voice, now a haunting blend of different tones, broke the silence, accusing Charles, "Why did you kill my dad?"

Paralyzed by fear, Charles couldn't utter a word, the intense bloodlust from Junior rendering him immobile.

"I will end you!" Junior's enraged scream pierced the air, his eyes ablaze with fury, crimson tears streaming down his face.

Emotions churned within him like a turbulent storm, and suddenly, a surge of power surged through him, triggering a transformation unlike anything before.