Revenge is taken

With her heart pounding in her chest, Natasha summoned all her courage and raced towards John, her voice ringing out in a desperate plea for him to stop. But as she drew closer, her words fell upon deaf ears, drowned out by the cacophony of battle and the overwhelming power that coursed through John's veins.

As she reached his side, Natasha's breath caught in her throat at the sight before her. John's skull was engulfed in green flames, the flickering fire casting an eerie glow upon his features. It was a sight that filled her with both awe and dread, for she knew that the boy she had once known was no longer present within this fearsome visage.

But still, Natasha refused to back down. With a trembling hand, she reached out to touch John's burning skull, her fingers grazing the flames with a gentle caress. In that moment, she felt a surge of warmth wash over her, a flicker of the bond that had once united them in friendship and trust.

"John,"