Know something? I've got to say, I really do seem to be able to bounce back from things. That personal thing is now pretty much behind me. It was just a problem I had, and eventually I just decided "to hell with this" and snapped out of it at last.

And thus, we return to our story, where we pick back up with Drake… well… he's screwed, basically.

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MONSTER SQUAD AMBUSH

"Fire!"

The Monster Squad soldiers lifted their weapons and immediately fired. Drake leapt up, but the pain in his back and sides cut into him like an axe-blade, causing him to immediately fall to his knees as the soldiers surrounded him.

One of them fired his weapon, hitting Drake Square in the chest and sent him flying into and through another pile of wreckage, knocking the wind out of him.

Come on… He thought to himself as he painfully pulled himself up, Just need two seconds to use the damn Medicomp…

Two of the soldiers fired their plasma weapons. Drake dodged one of the lethal beams, but the other caught him in the arm, cutting deep into the chest as he roared with pain and collapsed to his knees.

The last one approached and pulled out a syringe.

Instantly knowing what was coming, Drake leapt back, even as the soldier kicked him in the face and sent him flying through the air.

"Not this time, assholes…" He snarled through gritted teeth.

As one of them leapt forward to kick him, Drake whipped out the Glaive and swung it up at him, only to be shot in the side by a bullet from another one of them.

He collapsed to his knees, and the soldier prepared the syringe again…

Drake rolled to the side and kicked the soldier in the face, as the Plasmacaster whirled to life…

…Nothing.

Great! Drake yelled in his mind, Must have been damaged when the building caved in…

Acting on instinct, he leapt up onto the remaining half of a nearby factory, barely dodging another blast before collapsing on all fours as a shockwave of agony surged through him.

I can't fight them, he realised, not with these injuries…

Two of the soldiers leapt up after him, preparing their weapons as, in one of the huge guns, a missile prepared to fire…

Drake rolled forward, barely dodging the missile, but the shockwave still hurled him across the ground. The soldiers approached from different directions, one taking out the syringe…

Drake suddenly leapt up, taking out the two daggers from the Medicomp, preparing to jab them into himself…

One of the soldiers suddenly grabbed his wrist, forcing him to drop the daggers as the soldier kicked his legs out from under him. He grunted in pain as he hit the damaged roof. He felt strong hands pick him up and suddenly throw him down from the roof.

Unable to even move through the pain of his wounds, Drake could only cry out in pain, as he slammed into the ground, hard enough to crack the ground beneath him.

Oh Jesus… can't see straight… Barely able to stand, he pushed himself up with one hand as the other hung down by his side.

Arm's broken… I can barely stand up…

One of the soldiers prepared to fire again, but Drake suddenly leapt forward and kicked him in the face, before leaping down and punching another one. The third, however, grabbed his broken arm, causing a wave of pain to surge through him.

The soldier took out the Syringe and, finally, jabbed it into Drake's bleeding wound.

Drake staggered forward, already barely able to stand. He faltered, almost losing his balance, and collapsed to one knee. His muscles felt like lead weights as he put out one arm to stop himself from hitting the ground face-first.

Unexpectedly, he thrust the Glaive up, stabbing one of them right in the head as the cyborg parts shattered before the mighty spear.

After a brief second, the Monster Squad soldier became still and collapsed to the ground.

Have! Some! Of! That!

One of the others suddenly kicked him in the side of the head. Drake collapsed on his side, unable to move under the weight of his own muscles as the dull pain split through his skull, and the darkness began to fill his vision.

Finally, everything went black…

"They got it, Sir." The scientist reported.

"Good. The transport is on its way. What about the Monster Squad?"

"One of them was killed."

"Oh, well. There's more where that came from. Is it still alive?"

"No, I told you… it got a spear through the head."

"I mean the creature!"

"Oh. It's alive, but its badly wounded. I think it dropped some kind of medical device."

"Good. Bring it to the transport."

Dum Dum Dummm…

Drake is captured by the Monster Squad! What now…? Will he escape? Will he defeat the Monster Squad? Will I ever stop with the cliffhangers? It doesn't look likely…