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17. We'll Carry On

It had been months since they died. Since he died. My heart was shattered and so was my hope. Now I'm nothing more than an empty shell of who I used to be. After it all went down, I left Dr. D and his hideout and went back to the Diner. It wasn't the same. What I once called home, now felt like a constant reminder of my pain, it just felt cold and empty. Just like me. Not only was I broken and hopeless, I had become reckless. I would go out into the most drac-infested zones and fight them, not caring if I died. That's what I was hoping for.

It was from one such reckless events that I had just gotten back from when I saw Dr. D's van parked in front of the Diner. 'Great, just great. This is so what I needed right now.' I thought sarcastically. I walked into the Diner with a pissed off expression when I was greeted by Dr. D and Missile Kid. "You can't keep this up Venom. You're going to get yourself killed." He said, voice laced with sadness. He knew what I was trying to do. I stayed silent grabbing a wet rag to wash the blood of. "You have to stop." He said with a sigh, knowing I wasn't going to answer him. I turned to him and just stared with no emotions on my face. I didn't care if I died. Hell I didn't feel anything at all. I was just numb and tired. After some time of just silence I finally spoke. "What do you want from me?" I asked tiredness clear in my voice and in my eyes. "It's over." I said. "No it's not. We still have a war to fight. It's not over." He said with determination.

"You don't get!" I yelled before calmly saying, "I'm done. I can't go on." I stared at the floor, tears threatening to fall, before I continued. "I used to be alone out there. I had no one. Then I met a group that I though I belonged with. That I thought were my family. Then they stabbed me in the back. Sold me out to save themselves. They were never my family and I never belonged there. I was someone's torture toy and by some miracle I got out. And then I was alone. Again. By then I was already broken. Empty. Dead inside. I thought no one could fix me again. That day when I got shot and fell off my bike I thought I was going to die and honestly I was okay with that. Then I met them and they became my friends, my family, my home. They meant everything to me." At this point the tears were flowing freely down my face and I was looking Dr. D in the eyes. I continued. "Do you know why I didn't crack under Korse and his torture? Because no matter what, I would always protect my family. He could stick a burning iron down my throat and I would gladly take it and still not tell Korse what he wanted to know because I would do it for them." I said with determination in my voice.

Then it saddened. "Then they got taken from me and I was once again left alone. Broken, empty and dead inside. I don't have anything to live for. I'm done." I said with despair. Dr. D had a fire burning in his eyes. "You're wrong. There is something to live for. Justice. Our friends might be dead but they died saving the world. If you give up then that goes against everything that they stand for. If they really meant something to you then you would honor their memory. Giving up isn't honoring their memory. It's an insult. It's cowardly and selfish. Don't let our fallen heroes die in vain. They deserve better than that. We still have a war to fight and a world to save. Even though their gone, we'll carry on." He said with great determination and pride.

This surprised me. He was right. I have to do this. I can't give up. I have to avenge them and save the world or else they died for nothing and I can't let that happen.

I won't give up. Their memory will carry on. We'll carry on.

(A/N: Hope you enjoyed that chapter. Later friends!)