He walked to the front gate of the Black Hellfire Club Mansion slowly. He heart was torn. Perhaps beyond repair. But he knew that healing could not take place if he stayed. His decision was the only logical one for him to make.
His announcement had thrown the assembly into chaos. With another founding member leaving, many wondered how the team would survive. But Havok knew better. They had survived much worse than the loss of one Black Knight. And they would survive again.
He reached the front gate and he hesitated. He reflexively wished for a drink. He then remembered that he had obliterated every bit of alcohol in his possession right after the Assembly. It had felt good. Much better than the alcohol had ever made him feel. He held on to one bottle-cap as a talisman against his problem. He squeezed it as he leaned on the gate and smiled.
As he walked out the gate to the nearby bus stop, he reflected on his destination. He had no idea where he was headed. But that didn't bother him. Maybe he'd go to school. Maybe he'd get a job.
It was the start of a grand adventure.
The man formerly known as Havok, the ex-Knight of the Black Hellfire Court, began whistling a tune as he walked away.
The End