11:30pm
The Knight dropped into the old and dark Knight's domain, they had moved to the newly constructed domain under the Branston Estate House, leaving the old one behind. The Knight knew his father was staying behind to check some things, but with him being Unable to contact his father, The Knight entered through the old VTOL hangar to check.
The Knight cracked and activated a glowstick from his utility belt, holding it up and illuminating the Domain. The Knight walked through the domain, it was old, empty, and dark, Marcus felt unnerved but The Knight felt right at home. The Knight walked over to the Old Knightconputer, one of the monitors illuminated, and someone sitting in the chair. The Knight crouched doen,mreadying his stance as he approached, The Knight shot up when he reached the chair......
Only to see his father sitting lifelessly in the chair.
The Knight lost his intimidating demeanour, as it all seemed to melt away. The Knight dropped to one knee, taking off his helmet and setting it on the floor. Marcus was at a loss, he gazed over to the computer to see his father had recorded a messsage. marcus stood up, activating the audio record.
"Marcus, son.....
If you're listening to this, I have passed on, the lung deterioration we talked about had accelerated. I had not informed you, because I didn't want to distract you from your work. Rught now you're probably considering retiring The Knight, I want to tell you to do the opposite. From your first year on this earth I saw tou grow, from the day your mother died to the day tou left, I saw you had left the man you were and became something more, something greater. Chicago needs The Knight, a guardian who is able to overcome any obstacle, whether they be assassin, or a seemingly god like being. It is the good, and great men who stand up for Chicago, when others turn and run. Be the man i never could be, defend Chicago ahd her people from the scum and villainy.
Take care son, I'm sorry i have left before I could truley say goodbye.
I will always love you forever, your father, Thomas Branston.
Marcus stood up, glaring down, Marcus reached down and picked up his helmet, turning it on. The Knight reached down and picked up his father, carrying him out with both arms.