Chapter Twelve: The Promise
Finally showing his true person, HotStreak flees from an angry and shocked town, police on his trail. The government will want him behind bars for what he did. People will wonder how many cover ups there have been. More lies from the Government for the world to believe or reject. Admitting his coward choice, Francis decides to run. He's rather be on the run and be killed than rot in jail, to remember what he left behind because of them.
Barging into the Abandoned Gas Station of Solitude, HotStreak grabs the stuff he had left behind, consisting of money and two photos. On of his mother, who he no longer remembered, and one of Virgil and him. Actually, of Virgil and Jay. He scrambles for the hidden junk, relieved to see that neither Static or Gear had found it. Then someone else runs in. Instinct caused the man to fire up, tuning to fight off the one who had followed him. He was not gonna lose after going so far.
Then he sees the bright orange sweater. "Francis, wait…" is panted out.
"Virgil?" He is beyond confused.
Running forward, Virgil wraps his arms around the other man tightly. "I'm sorry." Virgil cries into the material of HotStreak's shirt, ignoring the extreme warmth of it from his flame. "When I found out…I thought…I didn't think you really…I thought you'd been messing with me the whole time." Virgil leans up, kissing the taller man quickly. "I love you too." His hug gets squeezes harder.
Really surprised, HotStreak hesitates. He hadn't expected Virgil to actually…
"Don't go away…" the boy tears up. "I love you…just don't go away…"
Realizing what had just happened, HotStreak returns the hug, embracing Virgil just as tightly. The truth of the world sinking in. "They'll make me…"
"I'm not letting you go." Virgil fights in sobs. "I won't lose you again."
Francis smiles. He'd like to see anybody try to keep him away from Virgil or Static. With the both of them being metahuman, they'd be together in less than a week. HotStreak wanted to see if there was anybody dumb enough to cross him. Especially now. He had a reason to live. "You won't lose me…" Seeing that soft smile again, HotStreak smirks as that cute face snuggles into his chest, burring himself into his arms. "Ever again."
"Promise?"
HotStreak kisses Virgil's head. "Promise."