Until next time...
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Epilogue
Wherever he was, it was bright. So bright, his eyes hurt. That, compounded with the throbbing in his skull, immediately put him into a foul mood.
Memories suddenly rushed into him. Bobby. Oh, he was going to kill that jackass. He tried to sit up, but the pain in his head just got worse, so he laid back, and had to be satisfied with opening his eyes.
He already knew he was no longer on the battlefield, and now he saw he was in a dingy room painted yellow, and on a thin, lumpy bed under a yellow sheet. With a grunt, he slowly turned his head, and saw a piece of paper with writing on it. Pulling a heavy hand out from under the blanket, he picked it up, focused his eyes, and started to read.
With a sudden snarl, he forced himself upright, swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and crumpled Lexiss' note in his fist.
It wasn't over, not by a long shot. He was St. John Allerdyce; he was Pyro. He didn't lose, and he wouldn't lose her.
He was going to get her back.
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