February 26th
I healed the injured and fixed up as much of the radiation damage as possible. Over a hundred thousand civilians were dead, but the attitude isn't a somber one, instead it's almost, no there's no almost about it, it is celebratory. I keep to my duties and just feel tired and terrible, there are going to be more Endbringer attacks. From now on it's going to get a lot tougher. When I'm finished, I get into the plane and collapse. I sleep the entire trip. When I wake up in Seattle they scrub me for radiation, get me another outfit and put me on a flat bed truck.
I let my mind drift with the fog, they were coming, the other Endbringers. The odds for me were quite simply put, not good. I got up and walked back home, the PRT agents of the special district nodded at me as I walked in. I continued walking until I saw the lights of my home, June sat on the front opening.
"Hey big guy."
"I missed you."
She got up and hugged me, I hugged her back.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm here, I just want to be with you."
"...ok."
The hug went on for awhile.
"So we finished all those enhancements I needed to do."
"I'm worried that you will get hurt or squished or-"
She jumped up and kissed my screen.
"Come on, we have put off that honeymoon long enough."
My screen glowed as I walked back into my home.
January 1st 2001
The Jackalope was open for business and packed with PRT agents, mostly singing off-key, I leaned back and enjoyed it, waiting for my turn.
"Hey."
I looked up, he dressed like a civilian.
"Oh, do you need a seat?"
His hands were balled up.
"I...I never thanked you for giving me my legs back."
I shrugged.
"It's not a big deal."
"I said some things, I insulted you and you still healed me."
Ok, I have no idea who this guy is, seriously that happened alot.
"It's, as the human saying goes, water under the bridge."
"Um ok."
There was silence as he fidgeted.
"Thanks for killing Behemoth."
I looked away.
"I don't like talking about that."
"What he did-"
"Was terrible, his death was necessary and had to be done, he was a horrible, vile person, I have searched my memories for a single moment. One moment when he treated me with decency and kindness and I can't find a single one. He fully deserved to die...but he was still my brother."
There was a look of guilt on the man's face.
"Oh."
I sighed, June was going to leave the bathroom sooner or later.
"But what he did-"
"I am well aware of just how far my family has fallen, of how depraved we became. Let's say you found out all your family members were serial killers and that the only way to stop them was to put them down yourself."
He grimaced.
"I was a coward for holding off for so long, but I will do what has to be done, I would just prefer not to talk about it, Mr..."
"Zack, I'm sorry it's... I was going through a lot, thanks for everything."
I put out my hand.
"Are we the cool?"
"Yeah, if you're ever on PHO, my handle is Vas Dafuq"
"You don't have to leave, I have ordered the pizza, I find it's best when it's shared, yes?"
I motioned for him to take a seat, I looked at my book and handed him a pen, Karaoke was a shared experience after all.
