Alright, here's this fanfiction that I promised myself to post. I've been writing it for over a year and just started formatting it into a novel to the best of my ability. I'm a B graduate in English communications by the way. I love Bleedman's universe and I thought this character up one night and couldn't stop thinking about possible arcs and how he could fit into the main comic and it's current characters and canon. I have two more chapters just around the corner, so stay tuned. Sorry if it's a bit short, all criticism is welcome. Thank you for reading.

Chapter 1: Amongst the aftermath

The sky was stained red with hellish clouds, and the ground with crimson mud. A mushroom cloud dissipated over the ocean horizon, and a man held a dying woman in his bloody arms, among the rubble and aftermath. Tears ran down his face as the life slowly died away in her. She pulled him in close with her weakening arms and whispered something into his ear, shortly before dying.

"Wait…wait WAIT! NO! WAKE UP! BLOSSOM! DON'T GO! BLOSSOM WAKE…! …wake up…please". He caressed her dead body in his raging sadness, but was interrupted by a bony arm, reaching for her. He grabbed it by the sleeve, looking up to see who it was. It was the Reaper, it came for her, and it was just as shocked as he was.

"You were waiting weren't you? Sitting on the sidelines, waiting for it to end, for them to die, so you could take them away!."

He tightened his grip angrily. The Reaper jerked his arm in panic.

"What is wrong with you!" he asked, "Can't you let me grieve first?"

The Reaper stuttered back in a Jamaican accent, "I-I am sorry for dis"

The reaper tapped him on the head with his scythe, and he fell into a deep sleep, and began to recollect a moment from his past in the form of a dream.

He dreamed of the pain, when the back of that cold hand smacked across his face with utmost anger and discipline.

"Do you have any idea how much I have sacrificed to keep you from doing shit like this!?" said the abuser "How much time i waste to keep you in check?!"

He punched the boy in the stomach with his other hand.

"OOOF!" the boy coughed, falling forward.

"You have no idea what you're capable of!" he shouted him "I've spent so long, conditioning you to not...!"

Suddenly a tall red headed woman in a lab coat opened the door and walked in. The shock on her face quickly turned to anger.

"What the hell? What…? What are you doing to him!? Stop!" she demanded.

Surprised, he replied "Wha...! What are you doing here!?" he winced "Listen, this isn't any of your business..."

Cringing, she interrupted "Of all the places you decided to beat your child you did it here?! On Underfist grounds?!"

"He's a danger! He doesn't understand anything but violence!"

"Look who's talking!" she said, clenching her fists, "If you don't stop i'll show you a little 'understanding' of my own!" taking a step forward.

"Don't you dare, girl!" his cyborg hand quickly transformed into a plasma blaster and he pointed it in her direction "You're treading on ground you can't possibly comprehend!"

"You're beating your own son!" she scowled angrily at him "You seriously think you can convince me to let you do this?!"

"Maybe not" he said "but this might." he drew his pistol from his belt and pressed the muzzle against the boy's head. "Now, back off."

Waking up felt like taking in a breath of air after drowning. He jolted back up, realigning himself with reality. He looked back at Blossom's body, lying in a pool of her blood, with her eyes wide open. He shuffled back up to her, placed her hands on her stomach, and closed her eye lids. He wiped his tears and stood up before scanning the area for that reaper.

He then yelled "Why did you show your face?! After all of this?! Why remind me of 'that' day?!"

He knelt to pick up her body until a blimp flew over, sounding an alarm and a message.

"Attention all citizens of Megaville: please find your way to east exit border of Megaville. You will be transported to Townsville via school bus or to the Townsville Hospital via Ambulance if needed"

His mind fought between burying Blossom, and helping the victims of this cataclysm. Pretty soon after, he realized the needs of the living outweighed the needs of the dead, and made his way to the evacuation area.

At the evacuation area, there were people in crowds, trying to make their way onto the buses. Some were bashed and bloody, being carried by other people, some were calling out for their missing families. A news reporter woman stood in front of the rubble that used to be Megaville with her camera crew, shouting over the noise of the crowd.

"Harry, I'm standing in front of the junior high school, and as you can see, like the rest of Megaville, it is in shambles." She said "After the Powerful and dark creature known as HIM devastated the city in a battle with the members of Under-fist before, mercilessly executing them!"

The camera pivoted around to face the crowd. "Here you can see the surviving people of the attack gather in their struggle to evacuate!"

Before she could describe it any further, an explosion erupted in the crowd, launching people through the air. People screamed as they tried their hardest to escape the blast. Shortly afterward, gunshots started and a firefight between police and the perpetrators began.

About ten minutes later, he arrived at the site, finding little survivors.

He walked through the carnage shouting to anyone still alive "Get to the buses! Everyone to the buses!"

The news reporter from earlier ran towards him clumsily, struggling in her high heels.

"H-help! They're coming!"

"What? Who?!" he called back.

Before she could reach him, a bullet shot through her head, spattering him with blood as she fell into his lap.

"Oh Jesus" he said in anguish.

Nearby, he heard the perpetrators. "Got em! Haha! You don't run from the Gang-Green Gang, bitch!" Shouted the green-skinned greaser leading his pack of degenerates. "Alright fellah! See that? We ain't no petty gang no more!"

The greaser made his way up to him. "I'm the boss round these parts now!" He placed the barrel to the man's head "Ain't that right boys?!"

His four lackeys responded gleefully. The short Mexican "Si Patrone!" The fat ginger "Dyaargh, Ya Boss!" The slender weasel "Yessssss!" And the disabled looking one "Plsplspslsplspsl!"

"See hotshot!? This is our street now!" the greaser gloated.

The veins in the man's head pulsed with anger. His index finger twitched, as did left eye lid.

"Count down from ten." he said to himself.

"Uhh, what wazzat?" the greaser asked.

"10...9..."

"Seriously? These are your last words?"

"8..."

"Okay fella! See what happens when you hit one!"

"7..."

The greaser cocked the hammer to his revolver.

"6..."

"Look at this freak!" he laughed to his comrades.

Quickly, the man grabbed the bottom of the handle and twisted the greaser's right hand upwards. With his free hand, he punched the underside of his elbow, dislocating it, and bending it unnaturally.

"Argh!" he yelled as the pistol fell out of his injured appendage. The man reached under and caught it, then proceeded to unload the gun into the greaser's stomach.

"5..."

"Noooo! I'm comin' Boss!" Shouted the large ginger gang member as he charged his boss's attacker. The man tossed the greaser and empty weapon aside as he proceeded slowly towards the oncoming enemy. The huge green beast raised his arms up to slam the man into the ground, but the man caught both arms before they could pulverize him. He gripped tightly onto the giant idiot's knuckles, squeezing them tighter and tighter.

"Arrrgh! Stop it!" cried the fat lummox, but his plea was too late as the man swung the giant over his head, slamming him into the ground behind him.

"uuuurgh" the giant mumbled as he tried to regain consciousness.

The man walked up to the giant green idiot and stomped his head with his boot, making a fatal cracking noise.

"4..."

"Senior Billy!" cried the foot stool high, Mexican gang member as he pulled out a switch blade and leaped high in the air towards the man.

"I cut you!" he cried.

The man caught the little green man mid-air. A slight press with his thumb and a flick to the side, the little green man's neck snapped easily.

"3..."

He dropped the small body to find that the slender and feminine gang member holding an even bigger knife bolting at him, quickly making his way over. The slender scum began to swipe at the man, missing every time as the man dodged and side stepped out of the way of each attack.

"I'm gonna ssssslit your throat!" he hissed.

The attacker finally lunged a direct attack to the man's temple, but he caught it before it could land. No matter how hard he pushed, the man didn't react to any force, and began to turn the knife towards the wielder, twisting the wrist unnaturally doing so.

"Arrrrgh! Ssssstop!" he begged.

Slowly the man pushed the knife closer and closer towards his attacker despite all resistance, and plunged it into his eye.

"2..."

Not long after, the man realized he was being fired at by the member with the wondering eyes and speech impediment.

"Plspslspslsp!" he shouted with his tongue.

Each shot missed gloriously as the gang member fired the pistol sideways and arm's length above his head. The man began to approach him with confidence that he would not get hit and pulled out his retractable shield as he got closer. Within meters of approach, the bullets started to pang off of the shield, and shortly afterwards the gun went dry. The man bashed the assailant with the edge of his shield, forcing him to stumble backwards and spin around to catch himself from hitting the ground. To his dismay, the last gang member found the curb in front of his face.

"1" he said before booting his head into the curb, almost splitting his skull through the middle.

"So much for that exercise, Doc."

The dust settled, and the sound of disoriented footsteps caught his attention. The greaser from earlier was still walking, poorly none the less. He was trying to escape, pressing on the holes in his stomach, but the man quickly caught up to him, picking up the revolver on the way there. He spun the greaser around and placed his hands around his head.

"Argh! N-n-no! Let me go! Please!" he begged.

"You'll just bleed out" the man quietly replied, "I'll make it quick."

Without thinking, without hesitation, he broke the greaser's neck, and let his lifeless corpse fall to pavement.

He stood there amongst the death and aftermath, this time he welcomed it and rejected it no longer.

Later that day, on a hillside along the coast of Megaville, he finished burying the last of his fallen friends. He placed the half mummy, half vampire hero Irwin in a shoe box, as his last form was of a bat, next to a cross he placed for Raven, and a stone for Hoss. On the end of the three, there he buried Blossom, with a cross above her grave with the photo of her he kept in his wallet wedged in it. He opened his mouth feeling that he had to say something, knowing there was no one there to listen.

Still, he looked up to the sky and said "I know you're watching me, I know you can hear me, and I know that you hate me, for what I've done, and what I'm going to do. This is who I am, there's no denying it. I'll try and fix this, the only way I know how. I'm…" he sighed, "I'm sorry."