Hope’s pov:

* 3 years later *

I will never forget that night. The Japanese woman had shot Gerard. Mikey immediately pulled over as I shot her in the head. We dragged Gerard out of the car and placed him carefully on the ground.

I had him in my arms. He was coughing up blood, but he was smiling. Until this day I still don’t get why he was smiling at me, but he just said he was grateful for meeting me, knowing me. Being with me.

He joked about how we met. That he had rather had me shooting him than the Japanese lady. I couldn’t laugh. I just cried. And as his eyes closed slowly I yelled.

I yelled so everyone could hear. I was in love with you, Gerard, and I will never love someone as much as I loved you. You will live on in my heart, for you were my only hope. The only one for me.

Not long after that Dr. D. told me about my father. It was true, he had broadcasted a signal in order to ask Dr. D. for help. But Dr. D. didn’t find out until after the incident. It turned out Korse had blocked the signal or messed with it. Dr. D. wasn’t protecting his Killjoys, he wasn’t selfish and he actually wanted to help back then, but it was already too late. All because of Korse.

And now I was back here, Battery City. I had been training myself the last three years in order to do this. I was in excellent shape and nothing was going to stop me.

I had the right equipment and climbed the building from the side. I felt like a spy… I broke a window on the sixth floor and entered the building. Everything was quiet. He had no idea I was coming for him.

I sneaked up the stairs to the seventh floor and walked over to the bald guy in the chair. There were no Dracs around.

Suddenly he turned around. “Who is…” His mouth fell open.

“Hope?” Korse got up from his chair and grinned.

“No.” I answered. “The name is Blue Poison.” I pointed the gun at his head. Blue was the color I always was always wearing when I had just met the Killjoys. And Poison... That was for Gerard.

“Adorable, so you’re a real Killjoy now?”

“Yes. And this is for everyone you’ve ever hurt, everyone who died because of you and everyone that has lived under your dictatorship.”

I walked over to him and kicked him in the stomach. He didn’t fall down, but he was unstable now. I kicked him again. This time in the head. He grabbed his nose and fell backwards.

I hit him with the back of my gun a few times before he remained completely still. He looked at me.

“You’ve changed…” He muttered while blood was dripping from his lips.

“Yeah and you haven’t, sadly.” I went to stand right above him, gun pointed at his head.

“Considering you love yourself so much: say goodbye to a loved one now.” I narrowed my eyes. “Like I almost had to do three years ago!” I hissed.

Korse raised his head a bit. “Almost?”

Suddenly I felt an arm being wrapped around my waist, but I kept looking at Korse. His eyes widened. The look on his face was priceless.

I knew exactly who he was staring at.

Gerard.

“But…” Korse was about to speak when I shot him. He was dead within seconds.

I stepped away from his body and turned to Gerard. He was smiling, but also crying. I had done what he wanted to do the very second his mother died. He was proud, I could tell from his face.

I hugged him tightly and he kissed my forehead.

It was all over now. Done. Battery City was free.

And Gerard and I? We finally found peace, but more importantly…

We found each other.

_ THE END _

Notes

Wow, guys… One hundred pages, 38,000 words and forty-three chapters later… And it ends!

Thank you so much to the people that subscribed to this story, thank you for the views, but most of all: thank you so much for coming with me on this journey where I wrote my first fanfic. It was on my bucketlist, which is kind of a weird reason, I guess…? But I’ve really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

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