XY:A:S4

Chapter 1

By B1ockh3d & Aeroxx1337

My name is XY:A:S4. Well, that is what the tattoo on my right wrist says. I have no clue what my real name is, or what those letters and the number are. But most people, of which I know very few, call me Aphyx. I am… 24 Earth years old. At least, that is what my caretakers said. Ah, right, my caretakers. Or rather, they are prison guards. I say that because they never let me outside of the home I was in. I only got out every once in awhile, but my caretakers had to be with me at all times and I had to cover all my stripe birthmarks running up and down my body, stopping at my chin. I had to start doing that when that happened.

My caretakers never wanted to discuss it with me. All I know is that I am a "Siren" and apparently everyone fears Sirens… For… No particular reason. Well, none that I am aware of. My caretakers were nice enough to me to tell me a little, like how Sirens are not commonly male, and that there are only six known.

Is being a Siren a curse? Are all Sirens girls? Why does it repel people?

Oh, sorry. You probably have no idea what that is.


I was 13 years old at the time, and my caretakers finally decided that they should let me go outside of the house for once! Not alone of course.

My caretakers took me to a local restaurant and we ate a lovely Earth meal of something called… Cakepans? Or was it Pancakes? It was some funny name like that. Whatever it was, it was delicious.

"Hey, I will be right back." I informed my caretakers.

"Where are you going?!" one of my caretakers demanded.

I pointed to the restroom, "I am just going to wash up."

"Oh." They both shrugged, not thinking twice about it. They can see the bathrooms, and what are the odds I was going to get hurt?

I made my way over to the bathroom and began washing my hands. This syrup stuff was really sticky.

I then felt a hand grasp my shoulder. I figured it was one of my caretakers checking in on me, to make sure I did not escape or something strange like that. I ignored it and shrugged the hand off my shoulder.

Then, I heard a deep voice unlike I knew, and he mumbled something about a "bounty" and "reward." I turned off the water and looked in the mirror. There were four people, grimily dressed, completely dirty, and armed to the teeth with various weapons. I can already tell this will not end well.

"…E…Excuse me…" I whimpered as I tried to exit the door, being blocked by the largest person in the group. I tried to squeeze past and he grabbed me by the arm and spun me around.

"Hmm... About 13, dark blue hair, glowing blue. Yep. It's him."

"H…Help!" I screamed, hoping my caretakers would come get me, "HEL-"

The big guy smacked me across the face with his gun, knocking me to the ground. I saw a guy pull out a shotgun and point it at me, then it was lowered by another guy with a machete.

"No. He's not worth the ammo. He isn't even armed, we can take him out the fun way!"

Everyone put away their guns and pulled out some sort of blunt or sharp objects; a metal pipe, a machete, a combat knife, and their bare fists.

I was still trying to recover from the blow I received, when they all charged at and started pummeling me.

"S-s-stop i-it…" I stuttered. They continued. Oh god, the pain of a thousand blows to my body and stabs everywhere. I just want it to… Just want it to… To-

"STOP!" I screamed. Suddenly, everything was in this purple-ish haze. The guys who were beating me were blown back, and the strangest part of it, they were frozen in midair. I noticed how my birthmark stripes were now glowing blue.

"W-what happened?" I begged to myself. I ignored my own question and took this ample time to escape the bathroom, right as the purple haze went away and all the people in the bathroom fell down with a nice big thud.

I saw my caretakers start moving again, and their eyes moved over to my bruised, bloodied body that had just appeared out of thin air. They knew what happened.


My caretakers explained to me what I did, something called phasestop, where I could stop time for a brief moment, and still move around to escape, or do other things. I suppose it could be quite useful, but my caretakers never taught me how to use it. It was only that one time that I used it, and they never taught me it because they said I did not need to know it. But I am not stupid, they obviously do not want me using it.

Anyways, back to the present. I ran away from my cozy planet called A:PH:1XA, but I called it Aphyxia. That is also where my self-proclaimed name came from. I have left the planet and my caretakers without them knowing and I went to another Galaxy and I am now on the planet "Pandora."


"Good god… Does this road end?" I complained. I have been walking down this same damn road for the last two days! I had to turn camp in a cave so I would not get attacked by Rakks or Skags last night, and I will probably end up doing the same thing tonight. I am glad I brought a lot of water.

After some hours of more walking, I found a camp! An actual camp, with people, shacks, medicine, and heat! I hoped the people there were friendly. It would be nice to see a friendly face after such a long time. As long as my birthmarks are covered, they should not fear me.

I walked into this camp with poorly written signs and shacks that were put together half-assed and blood freaking everywhere. What the hell? These were the suburbs of Pandora? What were the people like? Uneducated psychopaths?

I hear some unusual laughter coming from behind me. I turn around, and, well, I was right about one thing. Psychopaths!

This… Masked guy ran after me with a bloody ax followed by three of his identical buddies.

"I'm gonna make you my meat puppet!" one of these psychopaths shouted at me. I do not need to be told twice to run. I ran to the center of their little town, because they are blocking my only path out of the town.

I ducked behind a purple barrel, hoping they would not see me and I could slip out undetected. I heard another cackling voice behind me, and it was a higher pitch. I turned my head and I spotted a miniature psychopath with a shotgun. He shoots, misses, and hits the purple barrel right next to me; which explodes, covering me in purple goo.

"Oh my god… What the hell is all this?" I questioned, forgetting about the midget with a shotgun. He shot again, nailing my arm.

I started to get that feeling again, I do not want that to happen to me again!

I suppressed my feelings, clutch my wound, and I ball up and hope he misses me. Suddenly, the midget collapses right in front of me. Then all the other psychopaths started to drop like flies. I clutched myself again. What was happening? Why are they all dying? What is going to happen to me next? I never learned how to protect myself…

"Hey, you," Someone asked.

"Me?" I asked, without looking up.

"Yeah. Are you alright?" he asked back.

I shook my head, "No. But… You should probably leave…"

"Not without you. I doubt you could survive another group of Psychos."

I looked up for the first time. I saw this military looking, very well built man, obviously very strong and powerful.

"Name's Pax."