The Symbiote Brothers

Epilogue: The Aftermath

After that, I went home and got a few things. I stuffed some clothes in my backpack and left, not looking back. I couldn't stay home after all that, so I left. The next day, I read a paper that showed that man getting arrested for the murder of teenagers Trent Perry, Damian Credo, and Naomi Wain. He belonged in prison, and tha's all I had to say about that.

After leaving home, I found a nice little abandoned farm land to set camp at. Over a few days, I began to master the use of those three symbiotes that traveled with me. I managed to fuse all three into tattoos in my skin, and I got them all three different permanent shapes. Trent's name printed a dog tag, Damian's name engraved in memorial plate, and Naomi's name written on a plaque. Each symbiote made a shape of their faces under their names on my skin. It was a way of reminding me of the burden I carried.

I was destined to be alone, to fight the world as an army of one. And I accepted that. I was fine with being alone for my whole life if it meant people would be safer. I didn't want anyone to die like Damian, Trent, and Naomi did. I would do anything to keep their fate from happening to others.

So I traveled alone for weeks, using the symbiotes to stop crimes that happened wherever I was at the time. I had traveled all over the state, becoming a legend. People who had seen my fight the crime around began to call me, 'Lo Spirito Vendicativo," or in English, "the Vengeful Spirit." I wasn't just some monster at night. I was a hero in the dark.

One day as I laid in that peaceful farm land, I heard a chopper over my head. I thought it would pass, but instead the chopper landed beside me. I sat up and looked at it, ready to run if I was about to be attacked. A man in came out and looked at me. "Fang Rollins. The Vengeful Spirit. I've heard about you from some of my sources." He talked like he knew me from before. Was it possible he knew who I was this whole time? Could he have made it so the symbiotes found their way to me?

"What do you want?" I stood up straight as I looked at the man and the chopper, wondering what was inside of it. I saw another teenager, a boy around the age of 16 or so, sitting up with his hood way over his head.

"Straight to the point. I like it." The man chuckled, and looked at me. "My name is Agent Z, and this is my team. We're not here to hurt or arrest you. Actually, quite the opposite. We're here to offer help and assistance to you." I looked at him as if he were crazy. "You see, I'm in the middle of a project. I'm putting together a team of teenagers much like yourself. Teenagers with extraordinary skills and powers. Out of the four I had selected, you are one of the files I picked. If you come with us, we can house you, feed you, and train you to better use your powers and symbiotes."

I looked at this man and the chopper, then down at my stuff. Was this something I wanted? Did I want to become part of a team? Did I really want to put others at risk if things got tough? I sighed and looked at the man. "Would they be in any danger because of me?"

The man chuckled. "You would be in danger, but it would be no one's individual fault. You're all a team and share enemies. No matter what, nothing would weight on your separate shoulders." I thought a moment, looking down at the ground, then looked at this man. "Then alright, I'm in." I packed my stuf up and walked over to the chopper. Before getting in, I took a look back at what I was leaving behind. I looked forward and got in the chopper.

This place had nothing left for me. I had seen enough from my city. What started as a beautiful accident turned into a horrible mess. Two of my closest friends were now dead because of me, and a girl I was trying to help ended up dying because of me. These burdens weighed on my shoulder made me stronger. I made no excuse, I didn't blame others, I took the responsibility.

It made me a stronger person. After that I wasn't a helpless weakling. I was a hero in the making. I helped others, and made sure everyone was safe. I was a hero, and everyone knew me by an alias. But I wasn't just one vengeful spirit. I was one of three friends with accidental powers. And the three of us were almost friends to the end. We were brothers. We were the Symbiote Brothers.