The boy's eyes fluttered open, exposing themselves to the harsh sunlight that had risen sometime ago. His memory was blank, he could not remember anything, when he tried to drag up the memories from his sub-conscious, he drew up nothing.

He groaned, shaking his head, as if that'd bring his memory back, and slowly sat up, hearing his back crack a bit, from lying in the same position he had been for some time, apparently. It was about Mid-Afternoon, the sun was up at its peak, burning bright. He appeared to be in one of the Side Streets of West City. It was one of those streets that appeared abandoned, except for the homeless, a place you wouldn't go for a casual work. The Police had not yet abandoned this part of the world, yet, so it was relatively safe, if a Police Officer was directly nearby.

Moss grew from the concrete, and roots made cracks through the entire thing, giving it an unnecessarily eerie look. The houses were large and tall, and because of their long stretch of history, they leaned over the street, threatening to teeter and casting their own terrific shadow, but at the same time, letting the sun stream in, like a burning flame.

Suddenly, the small man entered a fit of coughing splutters, he'd breathed something in, accidentally. He coughed one final time and quickly, held his hand to his mouth. He withdrew his closed fist and then slowly opened it, inside it was a fly, covered in blood. It was then that the stench hit him, smacking him in the face as if someone was actually there. And the Hybrid knew, where the stench was coming from. He looked over to his side, to see the mutilated carcass of a young women, only four or five years older than the boy. In VJ's other hand, he held his Katana, and on the end of the Katana, was a stream of blood, it dripped off of it, fresh.

The boy looked in horror at what had happened, Did I do this? No, I can't of, I'd never do this. It's not possible, I know what it looks like, but no, I wouldn't do this, the only person I would ever do this to would be... VJ's thoughts skipped backwards to not long ago. The Hybrid, bursting through the bright, white wall, coming down upon his Father like a bullet, and driving his sword through the Demon's stomach, like the Katana that VJ now held had done to this women. He also remembered that his father's body was extremely burnt, from the spears of light, as was this women's.

Her face was barely recognizable, just a mass of black scorch marks, and mucus. The gooey substance spread across her face seemed to be her eyeballs, or what was left of them, her mouth was the only true thing visible, if you looked hard enough. It was twisted in a scream of agony. Her limbs were mangled beyond belief, the bones stick out of her body at random intervals, and burnt and brittle.

What the hell am I going to do? It was just as the boy thought this, that he sensed someone's presence.

He snapped his vision to a large building at the edge of the street, just below his vision he caught site of movement - footsteps. And then the man in blue walked around the corner, hand on his gun, as they were all trained to do around this part of West City.

He looked like a pretty easy-going Cop - from the way he wore his uniform; casual. But when this Cop saw the body on the ground, the little boy with the sword in his hand, and the incredibly guilty look upon his face.

VJ instantly raised himself up, twinging from a sudden pain in his legs and back. He groaned, realizing he was obviously not at his peak. This was the least of his worries, as the Policemen had already drawn his weapon and sighted it on the massive head of the Royal Warrior.

The boy snapped his sword up, as fast as he could, bringing it between his head and the bullet. He had moved it so fast, that the man hadn't even seen him do it, which shocked him, and caused him to lower his weapon, ever so slightly. This was all the Prince needed, flicking his sword forward, and sending it spinning towards the man in blue at a frightening speed, only to feel a sharp jab in his back from whatever injury he had sustained.

The tip of the sword sunk into the barrel of the gun and wedged there, just as the Policemen realized he was being attacked he fired. The bullet hit the tip of the sword in the gun and shattered, causing the gunpowder to explode and travel back the other way, sending the gun into a fiery, shattering explosion as well as the bullet crashing out the other side of the gun and into the man's gut.

"Holy crap...shit, are you OK?" VJ said, rushing over to him and bending over him. The man was now writhing on the ground, clutching his stomach, "Look I'm going to try and get the bullet out..." He said, ignoring the man's half-existent hands.

VJ picked up the shard from his Katana, and without even hesitating, he dug into the man's wound and flicked the bullet out, the man screamed, and inadvertently punched the boy in the face. The Prince stood up, rubbing his face, with an extremely pissed off look on his face. It was then that he heard the sound of Sirens, many of them, maybe two or three. Usually there was about two Officers per Squad Car, which meant trouble for the 'Killer'.

The boy picked himself up and half sprinted, half limped behind one of the buildings. He watched as the Squad Cars pulled up and the men tumbled out, drawing their handguns and shotguns. All they found was the rotting corpse of the unrecognizable girl, and the injured Officer, the boy was gone.

--The Hybrid of Royalty collapsed beside a tree, clutching his back and legs, as if a knife had been driven through him. It was like somebody had cursed, to make it harder for him to get away from the Police. Someone was trying to frame the boy, but who?

The thought skipped over and over in his mind, and it seemed to go on autopilot as his eyes began to absorb everything around him.

The sun was still high in the sky, it had sunken slightly, but was still burning bright, caking the blood on the Hybrid and causing him to leave flakes everywhere he went. The sky was cloudless, which seemed strange, because there was very rarely no clouds in the sky, which seemed to show off the brilliant blue that the sky had to offer.

It was then that delirium hit him, he seemed to imagine dozens of beings, moving closer and closer to him. But it must of been an illusion, for no-one would dare approach him, nobody would want to. He was the savior of the people, nobody would want to attack him.

It was then that reality hit him, drove into his senses and made him realize what was happening. He quickly stood up, seeing clearly the glint of glass, the glint of a Rifle's scope. He threw himself to the ground as the shot rang through the air, with a painful grunt as he thudded into the ground. The breath escaped his lungs, and he found it hard to get more back in. As he struggled with his own body, several men sprinted forward, Assault Rifles cradled in their arms.

The Hybrid Prince quickly shoved himself back to his feet, and bending low, he sprinted away, his feet thudding along the grass, tearing it to pieces in his frantic burst to escape. He heard the chatter of Machine Gun fire, and turned, quickly screaming at the top of his lungs, sending a shockwave of Ki, spitting from his mouth and crushing the bullets as they came towards him. VJ did not realize that another Sniper was position on a large, rundown building nearby. He heard the gun's hammer slam into the back of the bullet, but he couldn't react, or all of the other bullets would rip into him, if he stopped screaming out this shockwave of Ki.

The Sniper's bullet thudded into VJ's palm, which he had just outstretched in a desperate hope of stopping the piece of Metal death from shooting right into his brain, and ending this insanity.

He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the pain of the lead in his hand. He looked across to where the man who had shot him was sitting, as the Soldiers reloaded their weapons. The man was looking in his pocket for something, and when he found it, VJ knew instantly what it was; a remote. And he suspected, full well what the remote was to, he looked down into his palm, and very quickly, dug his finger into the flesh and ripped the bullet out. And without a moment's hesitation he threw the bullet, towards the Sniper, just as he pushed the button. The Hybrid watched as the bullet flung over itself, and came close to the man's head, and then it exploded. In a massive fiery inferno, the man died, by his own hand it seemed.

Before the other Soldiers, reloading their Machine Guns could finish reloading, he pushed his palms forward, sending a volley of energy pellets cascading into them, pushing them back to the ground. He then made his escape, trying to ignore the incredible pain in his legs and back he ran, all the way back, to the streets from which he had come from, where only the dangerous and wanted resided.

The boy had found himself a room, in a dingy, dank hole of a house. He was lying on the floor, this was not a place of choice, but a decision made by his body, as it forced him to collapse upon that wooden floor. Something was wrong with his body, he knew this, because it hurt, and it wouldn't respond to anything he told it.

The walls in this place were coated with a disgusting green slime, it seemed to seep into the walls, making it impossible to get rid of unless you actually tore the walls themselves down.

Strange patterings kept going back and forth through the walls, giving VJ the impression that there was more than one living thing in here with him. He looked up at the roof once more, trying to just ignore the all too familiar slime that hung from it, and just relax.

He closed his eyes, and felt at peace, he felt the pain slip away, he felt the questions in his mind flow away, like water sinking down through a drain. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, nothing seemed to be on his mind, nothing was bugging him. Nothing. He'd lost all sense of where he was, and even though he could feel the Soldiers, sprinting towards the house, he didn't process it, because little by little his brain was shutting down.

If anyone was looking into the small warrior's eyes right now, they wouldn't see his normal, hyperactive self, they'd see nothing. Just nothing. His normal, vibrant blue irises were now growing duller, and duller, turning grayer and grayer as the seconds ticked by, until no trace of life was left in the Hybrid's eyes.

--He opened his eyes to a bright shining light, it was just like the time he had awoken, earlier that same day. He dreaded to even think of what he might find, now, he sat up, and looked at what life, or death had in store for him this time.

When he looked up, he found King Yemma - the massive Demonic Ogre. The massive man was seated at his desk, hurriedly stamping different forms and throwing them away. Small cloud like things moved around the floor, flowing through Yemma's feet as if they were growing impatient.

The large man was chewing on his pen, looking at a form that was held in front of him. It seemed he was having an incredibly difficult time deciding whether to send this damned soul to Heaven, or to Hell. The Hybrid watched intently as the pen snapped in his mouth and the ink flowed freely down his chin before disappearing in a small puff of smoke. The boy's eyebrow curved upwards, quizzically, it was then that the great Ogre King noticed him. The Ogre looked from the form that he held in his orange, hairy hands, to the Prince, and then back again, reaching for another pen and putting it in his mouth,

"Is there something wrong?" VJ asked,

"You...you are a difficult case, young one. You have done many great things in your life, but for some reason it is suggested that you be sent to hell, which I do not understand. You've saved countless lives from destruction, which means you've saved me a hell of a lot of work. The thing is...whoever suggested this, will of been somebody quite high up. They must have a good reason for wanting to send you to hell, well I hope they do."

"I honestly don't care," the boy started, "but there is one thing I care about, and that's my sanity. I need to speak to that women, that women that I think I may of killed, do you know where she is in Heaven?"

Yemma quickly flicked through his various forms, going through, searching for someone who had died earlier today in West City and who had been sent to Heaven. A couple of forms fit this criteria, one of them was of an Officer in the Army, who had been killed by his own explosive device, another one was of a Heart Attack. But there was not any evidence that the women had been sent to Heaven, but Hell...

King Yemma quickly shuffled through those, and then stopped and looked up at the boy. He knew what had happened to the women, he knew all too well what had caused this boy to worry so severely.

"I'm sending you to Heaven," Yemma said suddenly, trying not to look the Hybrid in the eyes.

"No, you're not telling me something, I want to find that girl!"

"You're going to Heaven, go quickly now," he repeated sternly,

"I'm not leaving here until you tell me where she is," VJ said in barely a whisper, lowering his tone and willing the Ogre King to look him in the eyes. He did not, he just kept on shuffling papers, absent minded. "Look you over-sized retard, if you don't tell me where she is, I am going to kill you." It was then that Yemma looked up, a glowing anger in his eyes, as his dignity burnt to the ground.

"You dare threaten me, King of the Ogres?"

"It's not a threat, it's a promise," VJ retorted, confidently.

The massive Ogre lumbered over the large oak, desk in front of him, scattering papers as he clambered over. He charged towards the boy who was incredibly insignificant in size to the large Behemoth. In Yemma's hand he held a purple fireball, which seemed to quickly spread over his whole arm, and then his body. He was going to perform a technique that would literally banish the small boy to a land where nothing exists, it was called Maikai. Only the incredibly unfortunate would be sent there, or the incredibly evil and insane - it hardly seemed like the place to send someone like the boy that was known as a Prodigy. In an instant, the boy's arms lit up in a frenzy of light, and they began buzzing furiously, he sped them back and forth, pounding his fists into King Yemma like a professional boxer would to a scared opponent.

With each of his punches he aimed it at a pressure point on the King's body, and by the time he was done the man's massive frame was rendered useless, at least for a few seconds.

The Ogre King stumbled backwards, gasping for breath as his motive functions shut down for those brief seconds. The Hybrid darted forward, leaping into the air and grabbing the King by his neck and slamming him backwards, causing his head to hit the corner of the desk with a sickening crack.

He held his face close up to the King's, "You better tell me where she is, or I swear to God I will tear you limb from limb."

"I'll never tell you, just go to Heaven!"

VJ didn't even bother saying another word. He opened his hand out wide and summoned a ball of energy to it, then holding it up to Yemma's eye, threatening him with it, dangling his whole career before his eyes - without his eyes, what would he be able to read forms with? - the boy raised his eyebrows to the King, silently asking him if he would yield.

"Alright, I'll tell you," King Yemma said, "She's in hell, which is why I think it was suggested you go down there, but...I'm trying to save you from it, it's better that you don't know."

"Don't know what?"

"If you're going to know, it's better that you find out yourself, now if you must, go." He said, pointing behind him as a hole opened in the floor, flames licking up out of it. VJ got off the once great Ogre King, and leaped forward into the hell, letting the familiar walls whip by him as he sunk lower and lower into the deep abyss of hell.

--Seated on the throne was the girl, seated on the very same thrown that Diablo had once sat at. VJ stared blankly at it, not sure of what was happening, then the lifeless head of the girl moved, and stared up at him, through the extremely burnt and brittle face.

"Hello, VJ."

"You..."

"Yes, I assume you've figured out what I did, by now. I hope you've figured out that I shifted bodies, just so you could live out the rest of your life as a criminal, hated by everyone."

"The site of your ugly face made that all too clear to me. How are you still here, you're meant to be dead."

"yes, I am dead, and what happens to dead people? They go to Heaven or Hell, and guess where I live? Hell. There's no stopping me young Vegeta, I am unstoppable, and the terror has only just begun. It's a pity that the curse I placed on you was only temporary, though, in about five minutes you'll return to the living world, the curse will wear off, but the damage has been done."

VJ didn't say anything, he just looked at Diablo with hatred as his body disintegrated and he once more, returned to where the living resided.