Lost

Check, spin, aim, squeeze, click and sigh. That had been the routine Lyle had followed for several hours. Looking down at the revolver he opened it up again, six bullets stared back at him all perfectly fine. He didn't know if it was a blessing or curse that it wouldn't fire and release him from this nightmare. He had lost her: his angel, his Valkyrie, his Juliet.

"Why do you still protect me" he whispered setting the gun down on the bed. He had wandered for a long time drinking his sorrows away before ending back at megacorp. He joined back up to hunt down dangerous metas and to try to help Alex find Susi.

Sighing he laid back down on the bed. After staring at the ceiling he eventually fell asleep, dreams of Juliet plaguing his mind.