Looking at the skull of your now-deceased best friend wasn't exactly a good feeling. I mean you could probably argue it's one of the worst feelings one could experience. It only made it worse when they were your only friend as well. You don't know why you decided the best thing to do was to take the skull and keep it, but you felt it was what you had to do. You didn't even know how this happened, it all kind of blurred together at this point. You know it started yesterday, with some large battle at the Venture Compound. You couldn't even remember wh y. All you could remember clearly was the car exploding. An explosion would've normally been cool under other circumstances, but it really wasn't when it caused the death of your best friend. Yeah, that's what happened. Other people died too, yeah, but they didn't really matter. A bunch of weird, gooey, naked clone slugs, some OSI douchebags, and a bunch of other generic henchman that hadn't even been there for a week. Not an abnormal occurance. But when it happened, it seemed to be out of spite. A murder, probably. Something like this didn't just happen out of nowhere.
But knowing what it was most likely caused by, probably the moppets, didn't help at all. He was gone, and nothing would change that. One of the conversations you and him had, was about how you were the only ones who never seemed to die. Maybe that's what cursed this all. Maybe not. You knew all the things that you guys had planned together would never happen. Last Christmas you and him had talked about how excited you were about the trip to cancun that was supposed ot happen. It would never happen now. Even if it did, it wouldn't be the same.
All you could think to do was to avenge his death, make it mean something afterall. Maybe it was so you would distract from the guilt and pain of all this. Not even maybe, more like yes, it definatly was for that reason.
"Hey you big queen, are you still crying about this?" Taunted a farmiliar voice. Even though you knew it was completly from your imagination, from your brain trying to come to terms with 24's death. It was something, and you wanted to hang onto that as long as you could.