Arch Angel didn't get; He was balancing carefully on top of the Empire State Building, the winds tousling his shiny blonde hair, a silhouette of light framed his muscular body, making him seem even more of an angel then did usually did, but the crowd of tourists below didn't seem to care! Warren ignored the trash being throw at him, along with a couple of dim- witted insults such as "Go away, mutie!" or 'Hey! My hot dog!" Warren slowly turned his head towards them and asked in a calm and quiet voice that carried over to them in the wind," why do you hate? All day long I save people but I'm a freak for being different." And sighed and looked back into the emptiness he was just staring. This wasn't the first time this had happened either. When he was a kid, he went to a public school, the private schools being run by anti-Hellfire club wealthy highbrow 'give-me-my-crumpets-and-tea' men. So he went to a public school, where people hated him for having more money then did, and for being handsome and intelligent to top it all off. Why is he so lucky they asked themselves? Why not us? And their petty self- concerned hearts were corrupted with jealously. So he was accustomed to being shunned. But now, now he was confused. The young man who had just fallen over the edge and into the 'Angels' Gene-X laced arm, but here he was, trying to squirt him with mustard. But at least he was trying to change his public image, getting rid of those tights he was constantly mocked for, replaced by a white Cossack with angels imprinted on it. SO there was one less stupid insult they could hurl at him, but there was plenty more, none of them bright or original. And he decided "Fine. If they won't want my help, they shall not get it."He noticed a green skinned man with dreadlocks jump up to him. "Hey Arch'," he said, his throat raspy," The Magnet sez that he's gonna attack in a fort night. He's warnin' ya, he knows of your mistreatment, and he figures' that you might want to skip to-""I will stay here," the hero replied, his squinting with anger that he held back for far too long, and anger that had been added to and added to day after day, and he was about to snap, no, he was going to snap, the fateful day that Magneto came to give the 'normal' infidels his warning, that he was not kidding, he was taking over this world. "I will stay, and fight for the Brother Hood." Then he spread his wings and flew off intothe sunset, the red sun paintings his wings and clothes a blood red... as they where soon going to be covered with.