A Rainy Farewell

Leo's eyes burned with a mixture of anger and defiance as he confronted Peter, his words dripping with menace. "You shouldn't have intervened, Peter," he hissed, his voice laced with bitterness.

Peter, still holding onto the pistol he had webbed away from Leo, met his gaze with a mixture of concern and determination. He knew that he couldn't stand idly by and let Leo continue down this dark path. "I don't want to believe it, but I know it's you, Leo. And this isn't the right way to do it," Peter said, his voice calm but filled with conviction. "Taking lives, no matter how justified it may seem, doesn't solve anything in this world!"

Leo scoffed at Peter's words, his tone laced with disdain. "What's so good about the lives of criminals anyway?!" he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "They're nothing more than pests in this city! Consider me your friendly neighborhood pest exterminator! Here to clean the street of scums!"

Peter's gaze hardened, a flicker of sadness crossing his eyes. "Leo, you're better than that. I refuse to believe that. I refuse to believe that you've become nothing more than a vigilante who revels in violence," he declared, his voice filled with the weight of their shared past. "You were meant for so much more. I failed to guide you, to mentor you, and for that, I take responsibility."

Leo's mask of anger faltered for a moment as he listened to Peter's words. A mix of emotions flickered across his face, battling with the darkness that had consumed him. "Don't pretend to know me, Peter," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "You don't know what I've been through, the pain I've endured! This is the only way I can make a difference! Besides, you never know what I would've become even if I were taken under your wing!"

Peter took a step closer, his voice filled with compassion. "I may not fully understand your pain, Leo, but I know that this isn't the answer," he said softly, reaching out a hand in a gesture of support. "There's still hope within you, Leo. I've seen it. It's not too late to find your way back! Fight the darkness within!"

As Leo turned his back to Peter, a cold determination settled in his eyes. Ignoring Peter's compassionate words, he spoke with a chilling resolve. "No, Peter... Darkness is my only ally, and it will always be," he asserted, his voice devoid of any hint of remorse.

Before Peter could react, Leo swiftly pulled out another gun and ruthlessly shot Scorpion, ending his life in an instant. The sound of the gunshot reverberated through the rainy night, a stark contrast to the thunder that rumbled above.

The rain poured even harder now, as if the heavens themselves wept for the tragic turn of events. It symbolized the deepening conflict between Peter and Leo, their paths diverging further into darkness.

Peter's eyes burned with anger and sorrow as he witnessed the life being extinguished before him. "No!" he shouted, his voice laced with desperation. But it was too late to save Scorpion, and his heart sank with the weight of the loss.

Enraged by Leo's callous act, Peter lunged toward him, driven by a torrent of emotions. Their fists clashed in a violent brawl, each blow fueled by anger, grief, and a sense of betrayal. Raindrops mixed with sweat as their battle intensified, the darkness of the night seemingly swallowing them whole.

In the midst of their brutal struggle, flashes of their shared past danced before their eyes. Memories of friendship and camaraderie clashed with the harsh reality of their present situation. Peter fought not only to defend himself but also to reach the core of his former friend, to reawaken the light that had been consumed by darkness.

Their fight raged on, the stormy night serving as a backdrop to their clash of wills. Each punch and kick carried the weight of their fractured bond, the echoes of their once unbreakable alliance reverberating in the air.

Their brutal fight continued, each blow carrying the weight of their shattered friendship. Peter and Leo were locked in a relentless battle, unleashing their anger and pain upon each other with every punch and kick.

As the fight reached its peak, their struggle brought them to a large billboard, its neon light casting an eerie glow on their torn and drenched suits. Both of them lay on the gantry, exhausted and battered. As they struggled to regain their footing, their faces displayed a canvas of conflicting emotions.

Peter turned his gaze toward Leo, his voice trembling with emotion as he admitted his failure. "I... I failed you, Leo. I should have been there for you…"

Leo's half-exposed face mirrored Peter's pain and regret. He shook his head, denying Peter's words. "No, Peter. It was my choice, my path to vengeance. You couldn't have saved me."

Struggling to his feet, Leo was the first to stand, slowly advanced toward Peter, his eyes locked with Peter's in a tense standoff. He spoke with a mixture of bitterness and defiance, his voice laced with a twisted sense of pride. "Don't be sad, Peter. Embrace the fact that I'm who I am now, the one who has embraced the true path for this harsh reality we live in! As only ones embrace the darkness, we can truly survive."

As Leo finished his words, a heaviness settled in the air. Peter, his heart heavy with sorrow, was about to offer his final words of encouragement, to plead with Leo to find his way back to the light.

"Leo…" But before he could utter another word, Leo delivered a devastating punch, rendering Peter unconscious.

"You lost, Peter. You lost because you were pulling your punches. We live in this unforgiving world, only the harshest… would prevail," he declared, his words laced with a cold determination.

With Peter unconscious and defeated, Leo staggered to the edge of the billboard's gantry. He looked back one last time at his fallen friend before swinging away into the night, his darkened path leading him further into the shadows.

As Leo disappeared into the darkness, the rain continued to pour, washing away the traces of their battle. The street remained desolate and silent, a stark contrast to the turmoil that had unfolded there. The night had claimed its defeat, leaving Peter lying alone, broken and lost.