wild-child-with-a-purpose

[wild-child-with-a-purpose]

"I see you took up your birthright boy." Crowley snarls, Matty's golden eyes glowing. "I took my place as king, but I'm not about to become you." Matty spits back, looking disgusted. "Oh, so being a murderous, communist Mafia leader is so much better." Crowley shoots back, looking amused. "I did whatever I had to do to keep myself and my family safe. I only killed out of self defense." Matty replies, anger on his features. "And yet, you almost killed your mother's sister out of hatred multiple times because of your mother." Crowley answers, Matty wincing. "Face it boy, you're no better than me. You've killed, cheated, and lied to get what you wanted. And for what? To keep your place as king? Quite laughable. Look at yourself, Matthew, you've been nurtured from the start to be a pawn. Max had taken you in to replace your brother, pushed and trained you in the direction of a Mafia leader to follow in her footsteps. And me, well I had my own selfish reasons for birthing you into the world. I wanted you to stand by me in the war and enslave the world to do our bidding while we ruled over everything. Your mother, humans are such curious creatures, thought she could save you. Quite foolish." Crowley finishes, Matty seething. "Dont you dare, I didnt do anything I didnt want to do." Matty replies, staring him down. "Oh really, so killing Lucius 2nd LT was something you wanted to do?" Crowley questions. "I did that because I hated him, I was 7 and wanted to prove myself to my mother, and he hurt Viper," Matty admits. "No one forced me to."

Crowley studies his son, smiling coldly. "And killing me?" He asks, curious. "You tried to kill my Mafia with your army and you tried to kill me." Matty responds, Crowley smirking. "Its true I did try to kill you towards the end, but at first you will remember, all I wanted was you to join me. You didnt want me dead because you hated me, you wanted me dead because you were afraid of what you would become." Crowley reveals, Matty looking slightly surprised. "Even now you refuse to accept who you really are, you dont use what you were born with."

"And who am I?" Matty replies, Crowley smirking. "You are Matthew Ares Marshall, King of Death & Hell. You were born with dark powers and you actually don't realize how powerful you really are. Erdrick almost unlocked your full potential himself, but you seemed to have accidentally already figured it out. You think the revival of your brother was an accident? No son, you made that happen. You could have anything you want in the world and it baffles me that you are content with just the Mafia." Crowley tells him, Matty rolling his eyes. "I am Matthew Ares Watson-Lial. I am the son of Maxine Lial and John Watson. I am the King of the Mafia & the King of Hell and Death. I know my place in the world and it certainly isnt with you. It's with my family," He says, gesturing to the people around him. "And I will do anything for them to protect them from the likes of you. I refuse to use my powers for personal gain as you suggest. They are only to be used as needed and with restraint as I've been taught." Matty answers. "You wont win this war." Crowley warns, Mattys turn to look amused. "I have several combined armies, which out number yours severely. Dont underestimate us. You've tasted our victory before and you will taste it again." Matty assures him, Crowley shrugging. "We will see."

Matty, Remy, Leon, Max, and the rest of the army stand strong, glaring down at Crowley's and his army, when all of a sudden...

Matty cries out in pain, a sharp blade protruding from his chest. Crowley's minion had snuck up behind him while they were talking, taking down the king through his heart. As Matty's body falls to the ground, the battlefield erupts.

Matty wakes up in a bright room, his birth mother standing across from him, Matty not noticing at first. His fist punches into the wall, angry tears falling down his face. "NO, NOT FAIR, NOT WHAT I WANTED!!!" Matty yells in frustration, his mother approaching him. "Matthew..." His mother whispers, Matty turning to look. He focuses through his tears, studying her. "Mom?" Matty asks, Regina nodding. "Yes my son, it's me." She answers softly, wiping away his tears. "Why, why me, why here?" Matty asks, Regina shaking her head sadly. "You have a choice to make son and the realization of who you really are." Regina answers. "What choice? Everyone says I dont know who I am, but I do!" Matty answers in frustration, his mother studying him. "Do you? No, my dear boy, you know what you're made of, told to you by other people. Yes Matthew, you are a communist Mafia boss, you are a king, you are the son of Crowley & John Watson, you are the son of me and Maxine Lial, and you are the brother & family to Snow, Jasper, Rose, Lucius, and Alexei. You are Matthew Ares Marshall Watson-Lial, but son, who are you? Who are you as a person?" Regina asks gently, Matty looking confused. "You've been letting others direct your path in life. Its time you make the choice on who you really are or you never leave this place." Regina finishes, Matty finally understanding. "You want me to take charge of my life, don't you?" Matty questions, Regina nodding. "Your life has been set for you by your mother and admittedly your own father. And look at you son, your scars, your wounds that have healed, and how many times you've died. And your hatred son...almost killed someone innocent didnt it?" Regina asks. "You're talking about Arsenic arent you." Matty asks, Regina nodding. "You were hateful towards her, not realizing she was pawn much like yourself. You hated her because Max hated her. You dont have your own identity Matty, you are made up of what people made you into. And itll destroy you, John saw that as well, but powerless to stop it. By his own fear and your hatred when anyone tried to deter you from following Max's footsteps."

Matty paces, looking back at his mother.

"I can still do what I normally do?" Matty asks, her nodding. "Yes, but dont let it consume you." She replies softly, watching her son carefully. Matthew stands in the middle of the room, his arms outstretched. He closes his eyes once, focusing on himself. And for the first time in 16yrs, he let his demon and human side combine together. A flash of gold and black surrounds him, Matty gasping for air, his eyes forced open. His eyes were now a golden blue mix, evidence of his true self. "And now, who are you?" Regina asks, Matty smiling. "I am Matthew Ares, leader of my family and my life." He replies, Regina smiling. "Good job, my dear son, now go, go defend your kingdom." She says, the room and herself disappearing.

[wild-child-with-a-purpose]

"C'mon Matty, just one last time, for old time's sake?" Max asks, heat coming off Matty's glare. "And what would it prove, hm? What exactly are you trying to do here?" Matty asks, his sword already unsheathed. "Years ago you would've jumped at this opportunity, what's different this time?" Max questions softly, Remy on the stands watching with worry. He knew if Matty was given the opportunity, he'd end her once and for all. Matty knew himself too and also knew Rosie would never forgive him either if he did. "You were gone for 5 years, I watched your murder, I nearly died that day! I hated everyone while you were gone and I still had a kingdom to run! Then you show up, pregnant and a new husband, and expected me to welcome you with open arms. I'm not a kid anymore, I'm no longer blind to things like I used to be. That, that is what's different." Matty answers, Max looking a little hurt. "Look, if you defeat me, I'll disappear from your life forever, you can make up something for Rosie. I'll go, never to return." Max offers quietly, Remy's eyebrows raised. Matty looked back at Remy, swallowing hard before looking back at Max. "And if I dont?" Matty asks, Max shrugging. "Give the Mafia back to me and walk away like the traitor you are." Max responds, Matty's steel gaze growing hotter. "Fine, whatever, let's get this over with." Matty agrees, the clash of swords filling the air. As the battle continued, Max started faltering. Matty had grown sharper and cleaner with his attacks. He handled his sword like a master, any feints she tried were automatically blocked. Max knew right then she had no chance, her son had followed every lesson and every trick she and his other teachers have ever taught him. Remy watched with slight fear, the realization of Max's defeat washing over him. Despite this, Matty wasnt giving up, he was determined to once and for all defeat her. He could see every attack she was trying and see she was tiring out quickly. He kept on, eventually catching the hilt of her sword on the tip of his blade. With precise movement, he twisted the sword out of her grip, it clanging to the ground. Matty pointed his sword at her throat, his triumphant gaze quickly turning to surprise as Max points her gun at his heart. "Mom don't!" Remy calls out, Rosie peeking around the corner of the arena. "Stay out of this Remy, this doesn't concern you." Max tells him, her gaze fixed on Matty's. "What will it be son? Defeat or death? At least if you pick defeat, that child of yours will have its traitorous father." Max says amused, Matty giving her a slight cold smile. "I am immortal, I am the Son of Crowley, I am the King of Hell and Death. I drop my sword, you drop your gun and admit defeat. Or there will be consequences, as no one threatens my family and gets away with it." Matty responds coldly, his eyes glowing. Rosie watches in fear, the tension of it all worrying her. Remy noticed her presence, going over to her. He hugs her to him, both watching the showdown. "You're a demon married to an angel, that's traitorous enough. Plus, what's stopping you from killing me right now?" Max asks tentatively, Matty looking back at his siblings before answering. "If I do, I will kill the mother of my sister and my brother. One wouldnt care so much, the other would. I'd lose the trust of my sister, one I've fought for ever since she was a baby. But in time, she'll realize when threatened, you will do whatever you have to survive. Now, leave according to the terms we agreed to or die right here by your son's own hand. These are your only choices. Dad saved you once, he is not here to save you this time." Matty tells her coldly, Max looking both shocked and hurt. Her gun drops to the ground, Matty withdrawing his sword. Matty then turns away, walking towards his siblings.

"Matty!" They both scream as Max picks up her gun, a bullet headed straight for Matty. Matty falls to the ground, hit, laughing coldly. "You dumb bitch." He says, a wispy dark arrow forming in his hand. "You wouldn't dare." Max says. "Try me." Matty answers, smirking coldly as he releases it. It engulfs her in flames, leaving behind her screams of agony.

[wild-child-with-a-purpose]

"I have to board the plane now." Sherlock whispers softly, John nodding weakly. "Before you go..." John trails off, his eyes misty. He had so many things to say, none of which he could seem to get out. He wanted to tell him to stay, thatd he do anything to have him stay in his life, he'd ditch his wife for him, they could raise Rosie together, but most importantly he wanted to tell him he loved him and always had. Ever since they met, ever since he became his blogger, ever since they moved in together, it had always been him. "What?" Sherlock asks softly, John shaking his head. "Just be careful in the US. We'll miss you." John whispers quietly, Sherlock looking at the sky masking his own tears. He turns his attention back to John's face, staring hard as to remember every detail of the Army doctor.  "Oh, John. Thank you for everything." He mumbled. "Good luck, yes? Don't get into any trouble without me?" He offered John a handshake, trying hard to keep his voice steady. As soon as he felt John's hand touch his, he felt his fingers curl delicately in John's and he caved. Without a second thought, he pulled John close. His arms wrapped around John and he kissed him, needy and deep. He held John to his chest, the smaller male fitting against him like a glove. Slowly, Sherlock pulled away, that harsh, bottomless, cutting pain in his eyes again for a moment. "You can hate me for that if you want. I'll miss you, John Watson." He whispered. "See you again. Someday."

"Dont mention it, I'm always here if you need it, don't you ever doubt that for a second. As for getting into trouble, you're the one who gets me into it." John answers with a weak laugh, his hand slipping into his. He went to pull it away, finding Sherlocks lips pressed to his. John wanted to fight it, but for some reason it felt right. He let himself melt into Sherlock, looking at him when he pulled away. "I hate you, you hear me Sherlock Holmes? I hate you for leaving." John tells him, his voice breaking on every word. "With that being said, I'll miss you, more than you'll ever know. Goodbye Sherlock."

John's words cut through Sherlock, the doctor's tears falling hard and fast. He wanted to tell John he wasnt leaving, that the states could do without his detective work, that they could live together and be happy. Alas, he also knew it was impossible. John wasnt his, the wedding band he wore belonged to another, he couldnt just come home and curl up with John and tell him about his day. They couldnt have tea to discuss cases while being wrapped up together, it just didnt work like that. "I know, you can still text me, I'll keep my phone on, just for you. It wont be the same...but we can still keep in contact right?" Sherlock asks, almost pleading. "Yes we can. Now go before you miss your plane." John agrees softly, nodding. Sherlock gave John a long, meaningful little look and then he turned and boarded the plane. He plopped himself in his seat, wrapping his coat tight around him as if he was trying to hide. Then and only then did he allow himself to cry.

[wild-child-with-a-purpose]

"You do realize you're going to have to make a choice about your child." John tells Matty, Matty sighing. "I know, I know. It's not easy dad." Matty answers, turning to look at him. "Your child is definitely unique. Hes part demon, part angel. He has an angel for a mother and a demon, mafia boss, and a King of Death for a father. That child will be the exact definition of the line between good and evil." John adds, Matty nodding. "And I have to decide whether I want him to go down the same path Velvet and I did is what you're saying." Matty replies, John shrugging. "Essentially yes, keep in mind your accomplishments and doings. You killed your first man at 7, almost killed Arsenic at 8, killed your father at age 10 along with a large majority of his army, killed your mother's assassin at 11, you almost killed your mother at 16, and then ended up killing her at 21. Plus, you've been in your fair share of battles and wars, Velvet included. You yourself have barely escaped with your life multiple times. Think Matthew, do you want your child to experience what you have?" John questions, Matty running a hand through his hair. "I dont know, I honestly dont. In a way, this has helped me out tremendously. I've learned how to stand up for and defend myself." Matty responds. "At what cost though? Look at what your childhood was filled with." John says gently, watching Matty. "I wasnt a normal child. Plus I have a detective for a father and had a Mafia boss and assassin for a mother. My biological father was a demon. I didnt have a choice for a normal life. My son really doesnt either. Plus Heaven and Hell wont give him the chance. He will be heir to both thrones, he will have to make a choice one day. There is no normal for him." Matty gets up, leaning against the wall of his office. "I know, but he still has a chance. The two of you can hide the ugliness from him til he gets old enough to understand it. Give him the chance you never had, give him a chance to see the world through a kid's viewpoint, give him a chance to be a happy go lucky kid." John pleads quietly, Matty sighing. "I'll think on it and discuss it with Velvet, alright?" Matty asks softly, John nodding. "Okay."

[wild-child-with-a-purpose]

"You just had to show up, didnt you? Pregnant too and a new husband." Matty says angrily, the gun pointed at Max. "Do you know what I've been through these past 5 years? Do you even care? I couldn't face life after you died, holing myself up blaming dad and everyone else for it! I couldnt even go into your office without seeing your death flash before my eyes, didnt even want the place as king. But no, here you are, like nothings changed, and you expect me to be fine." Matty goes on, his tears flowing. John stood at the doorway, watching his son carefully. Mattys stance and actions reminded him of Max, which is what John had been afraid of throughout Matty's childhood. "I despise you." Matty says, cocking the gun. "Matty dont! Dont do it. Dont you see? You'll be exactly like her if you do. You'd be the exact same thing you despise. Dont you remember? She killed her mother in cold blood, you were so upset. She did this to you, turning you into her, I know it, you know it. But please son, dont go down the same road. Do the right thing Matty, please. I understand your hatred, but please son, dont do this. Set an example for your kingdom, for Rosie, for Jasper, and for Snowy. It can stop at you, please Matty, put down your gun." John begs, taking a tentative step towards Matty. Tears were falling down his face, his chest heaving with anger, Max watching him with slight fear. Mattys finger plays with the trigger, his eyes flashing. After a few seconds of silence, Matty drops the gun, falling into John arms for the first time in 5 years. John stood there with Matty in his arms, letting him cry out his frustration and anger. "Why'd you stop him?" Max asks quietly, John looking over at her. "I didnt do it for you, I did it for him. His biggest fear has always been turning out just like you, while he loved following in your footsteps, he didnt like what came with it. I did it so his fears weren't justified." John replies, holding his son close. Matty pulls away gently, looking at John. "I want to change my last name back to Watson and I want apologize to eveyone." He says quietly, John nodding. "We will, come on, let's get out of here. You need a change of scenery." John agrees softly, walking out. Matty follows him out, stopping at the door, turning to look back at Max. "I'm glad Remy isnt around to see what you've become." Matty tells her, leaving her room. Max sat there in silence and shock, watching her son and heir completely disown her.