Sunlight glinted off the black tinted windows of the Xanatos Industries building. The main building sat in the middle of downtown Long Beach. Its large towers dominated the Long Beach skyline.
David Xanatos, owner and founder of Xanatos Industries stood gazing down at the busy city below. He was a tall, well-built man. His long black hair was tied back into a ponytail. He wore his usual black leisure suit. His hands were clasped behind his back, a thin smile spread across his face. "Lovely." He said softly to himself. "Simply lovely."
Behind him, the door to his office opened and a blonde haired man stepped in. He wore a similar black leisure suit. "Good morning Sir." His assistant Owen Summers spoke in a calm voice. Xanatos shook his head at his assistant. "Always serious eh?" He said with a light chuckle. "So what do you have for me today, Owen?"
Owen cleared his throat and handed him a lab report. "Lab inspection sir." He said. "Dr. O'Hara wants to see if you approve of how the Alchemax project is progressing." Xanatos turned, taking the lap report out of Owen's hand. He flipped though it then tossed it on to the desk. He flashed Owen a smile. "Let's go shall we?" He said heading out of the office. Owen gave a small nod than followed after him.
They took the elevator down the hall from the office several floors under Xanatos Industries, known as Alchemax. Xanatos took a step out of the elevator. He glanced around at the workers. They were hard a work on several different types of experiments for The Alchemax project. He let out a satisfied "Humph" sound. He looked to his right where Owen normally stood, but Owen had wandered off chatting with two crewmen. Probably reading them the riot act about their work. He thought with a chuckle. He turned to go down the hall when something caught his eye. In an empty room was a glass cage and in the cage sat a spider. He strolled into the room; his eyes sparkled at the sight of the spider. He bent down and looked at it.
It was bigger than a normal spider. Its legs were longer and more powerful. Its body seemed to glow softly under the lights. Xanatos had spent several billions on the Alchemax project in hopes to beat his rival Simon Hegemonic. A smile crossed his face at the thought of crushing Hegemonic. "Amazing." He whispered.
"So it would appear." A voice sneered from behind. Xanatos felt his skin crawl at the sound of the voice. He winced inward. He stood up. Squaring his shoulders, he let out a sigh. "Ah, hello Simon." He said brightly, "I was just thinking about you." He offered him a handshake.
Hegemonic frowned at him. He stood leaning on his cane; his gray hair neatly slicked back. He wore a tattered brown suit. "You know if you look like that Simon, at your age, your face might stick that way." Xanatos said with a laugh, but Hegemonic didn't laugh. "So what brings the owner of Skyquest here to see me?"
"Just looking." Hegemonic said stepping further into the room. He looked at the spider for a moment then looked at Xanatos. "So this is it?" He asked with a grunt. "You sunk your money into this foolish spider." He said, his grunt turning to a laugh.
Xanatos smiled thinly. "Not likely Simon, I assure you things will go as planed." He told him. "Alchemax will put your little company out of business. Trust me." Hegemonic's grin seemed to fade for a moment then returned just as quickly. "I'm sure it will." He said. With a turn, he slowly walked out of the room. Xanatos watched the older man go. "Your father use to plan big." He called over his shoulder. "And you saw what happened to him." Hegemonic added with a chuckle.
Xanatos glared at him. "I'm not my father." He shot back. Hegemonic turned and smiled a lopsided grin at him. "Let's hope not." He said and limped out of the room.
Xanatos watched him go for a moment, then back down at the spider. It clung to the cage, resting quietly in its web. "Remember boy," His father's words rang out in the back of his head. "Whoever has the power makes the rules." Xanatos smiled. "Once Alchemax gene therapy is proven to be a success I will have the power." He let out a chuckle then strolled out of the room, leaving the spider alone.
* * *
Help!
I heard Rebekah's voice ring out over the crowd of students. A group of armed men had pulled up in front of the school, their weapons drawn.
"Anybody move, you die!" The overweight one in the bad tweed suit said. One of the gunmen moved and grabbed Rebekah by the hair. "This girl is coming with us." Fatty shouted. The thug dragged her to a van parked behind them. No one moved to help her, not even her boyfriend Mike."I wouldn't do that." I said from my stance at the top of the stairs of Lakewood High. Everyone turned and looked at me. I gave a wave to the thugs. "It's him!" I heard Cissy Ironwood shout. "It's Jamal Jenkins! Oh my god!"
I smiled. I love it when people scream my name like that. I dropped my bag at my feet. I looked at the group and laughed. "Lets make this quick, TRL is about to come on." I said. One of them growled and rushed at me. I didn't even move, I simply shot my foot up with a short kick. He went spinning to the ground. I stepped over him and walked calmly down the steps.
"Get him!" Fatty shouted to the other two standing there. The second thug was dumber than the first. He rushed up to hit me, but I ducked and upper cutted him in the face. He went crashing in a heap to the ground. "What a Dork." I said with a snort. I looked at Fatty, who was trembling with fear of me. Gotta love that. I wink at him just for fun.
"Let her go." I said in a sharp voice. He swallowed deeply, then shoving Rebekah into my arms than ran screaming down the hall. I gave a mocking wave. The crowd of students exploded with cheers of my name.
"JAMAL!"
I looked at her with a smile. "How about that?" I said. She smiled back and said, "Time to get up." I gaped at her. "Huh?"
"Jamal time to get up!"
Jamal Jenkins's eyes snapped open at the sound of his mother's voice. He groaned. Sunlight poured into his room. He groaned and rolled over in his bed. He smiled at the thought of Rebekah Watson's face. Man, that's the second time this week. He thought then he smiled. "What's my complaint again?" He muttered to himself.
"Jamal, it's 7:10!" His mother shouted again. "Get up or you'll miss the bus and I'm not giving you a ride, So move it!" He frowned. "It can't be that late." He said glancing at the clock. 7:11. The clock read. "Damn it." He sprung from his bed sending his covers flying. He zipped out of his room and raced down the hall to the bathroom.
Suddenly a blurry form darted in front of him and into the bathroom slamming the door in his face. He frowned. "Come on Casey!" He shouted. "Let me in!" The door flung open and fifteen-year-old Casey Jenkins popped her head out.
"Some of us care about how we look in the morning." She said then slammed the door in his face. He slumped against the door. It was the same thing every morning, He'd oversleep due to the working late at the Daily Grind Coffee Shop with his Aunt Ellen and then he had to battle his sister to get inside the bathroom. "Just another day in the wonderful life of Jamal Jenkins." He muttered softly.
Suddenly the door sprung open and Casey strolled out. Her light brown skin was alot light lighter than it normally was. Her dark hair was neatly combed. He eyed her outfit. She wore a pink powder puff girl shirt that came down just above her belly button and a brand new pair of Tommy jeans.
"If you think Dad's gonna let you walk out her like that, you are dreaming." He called. She shot him one of her typical dirty looks. "This is fine, Mom said so." She rolled her eyes, stalking back down the hall to her room that was across from his. Jamal shrugged and ducked into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, He came thundering down the stairs fully dressed with his backpack swung over his shoulder. "Morning Family!" He called. Several greetings came from the kitchen. He chuckled to himself and headed to the kitchen.
His father, Reggie Jenkins sat at the head of the table as he always did every morning reading the Wallstreet Journal. As one of the partners of the Murdock Law Firm he felt he had to be in the loop on stocks and bonds. He peeked over the paper and gave Jamal a nod then returned to his reading. "Hello to you too, Dad." He responded with a mock tone. His father grunted. "Aren't you late?" He asked.
Jamal frowned. "Maybe, but you do realize we live in Long Beach not New York any more." He said. Reggie didn't respond. Score one for me for once. He added silently. "Stop picking on your father Jamal." Janet Jenkins spoke strolling into the kitchen. She wore he police officers uniform. Jamal kissed his mother on the cheek. "Who said I was picking?" He said back.
Janet shook her braided head at him. He quickly grabbed up two slices of bacon and slapped them between two slices of bread. "I'm gone!" He called. "You most certainly are." His father shot back with a chuckle. Jamal grinned. "Almost had you." He said. Reggie chuckled. "Doubt it." He gave his parents a wave and ducked out the back door.
The sights of Lakewood heights always made Jamal smile as it did every morning. People heading off to work, seeing their children off. He gulped down his bacon sandwich. He gave a wave to his neighbor. "Morning Steve!" He called. The older man gave him a wave. He was about to add more to that when something caught his eye.
Rebekah Watson stepped out of her house. Her long chestnut brown hair came down around her shoulders, her green eyes seemed to sparkle. Jamal smiled dreamingly. Man she is so hot. He thought. She turned, her eyes locked with his. She flashed him a smile that would make any man weak in the knees. "Hi Jamal." She said. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Say something! His brain told him, but no response came back.
Rebekah eyed him for a moment. "You okay?" she asked. Jamal opened his mouth to respond when something slammed into him. He went tumbling to the ground. "OW!" His attacker groaned, but he knew that groan all to well. "Way to go Phil." He said sitting up.
Phil Urich sat up with a frown. "Me?, What about you Captain drools a lot." He snapped. Jamal rose to his feet. He brushed himself off. He glanced at Phil. "You guys okay?" Rebekah asked jogging over to them. "Sure, the ground broke my fall." Phil grumbled climbing to his feet. "We're fine." Jamal said quickly. She nodded. "Good cause that looked like it hurt." She said. Phil brushed off the last of the dirt off his shirt. "It cool, I do all my own stunts." He said with a chuckle. Rebekah giggled. Jamal smiled weakly at her. Now Say something really cool to save your butt. He thought to himself.
Suddenly a red corvette appeared at the end of the block with music blasting. "Some one got the new Fat Joe cd." Phil muttered to Jamal. The car belonged to Mike Thompson, Rebekah's boyfriend. Jamal frowned. How does a guy like him get such a car and a girl for that matter? He thought with a frown.
The car whipped around in the middle of the street and came to a screeching halt in front of them. The window rolled down showing Mike's face. His blonde hair was slicked back and he wore a pair of Ray band sunglasses on his face. "Sup Bros." He said nodding to Jamal and Phil.
Rebekah instantly headed over to Mike's car. "See you guys at school." She said hopping into the car. Though the tinted windows, Jamal could see Mike kiss Rebekah deeply. He turned back and smiled his usual "I'm better than you" smile. "Yeah later." He said. He gunned the engine and the car went roar down the street.
"What an ass." Jamal sneered watching the car vanish down the street. Phil shrugged. "Guys like him get whatever they want and do whatever." He pointed out. "Besides what's the point of drooling over someone you never gonna get at anyway."
"Who says I'm not?" Jamal shot back. Phil glanced at him and chuckled. "Man, you must be dreaming if you think Rebekah is gonna give you the time of day." He scooped up his skateboard and started off down the street.
"How do you know that?" Jamal called after him. Phil shook his head. "Dude, girls like her don't date guys like us." He told him. "And Besides I hear that Shelly Brant has a thang for you anyway." Jamal shot him a warning look.
"Don't joke like that."
"What, She's a hottie too."
Jamal took a moment then gathered up his bag and ran after Phil. "She's not Rebekah though." He told him, but Phil simply chuckled. He frowned. "So." He snapped. "Geez man stop fooling yourself. " Phil shot back. Jamal thought for a moment. "I'm not." He said Phil shrugged. "Well I guess Becky needs a stalker in her life any way." He called with a laugh and ran up the street. "That's jacked up!" He shouted and then ran after him.
Jacob Xanatos hated his life. He stared blankly out the window of the limo watching as the world rush past him in a blur. I could have drove. He thought with a sigh. Beside him his father David Xanatos sat with his cellphone to his ear. Jacob had often thought that the cellphone was glued to his ear since it was always there. He grumbled and slumped in his seat.
"Let me tell you one thing Jon, The American consumer buys what you tell them to buy." He snapped. "And they are always open to new things. He nodded. "I don't care what Hegemonic says, our technical group is a more hard working than his team and you know that." Jacob rolled his eyes. He noticed his father's aide Owen was amused by the exchange. "I know that John." He snapped again with pure venom. Then his eyes went wide and he pulled away from the phone and stared at it.
"What sir?"
"He put me on hold!"
Jacob chuckled softly. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands. Xanatos glared at him. "Is something funny?" He asked. Jacob shook his head. "Nothing Dad." He said looking away from him. "You think it's funny don't you?" He snapped. "Maybe its time you grew a spine for once Jacob." Jacob's smile fell. He slumped further in his seat.
The limo turned on Carson Street. Jacob caught of the Lakewood High school bus parked in front of Long Beach City College. Jacob caught sight of the students of Mrs. Berg's science class. He let out a sigh. "I could have drove you know." He grumbled to his father, but Xanatos didn't hear him, he had gone back to his argument on his cellphone. He looked at Jacob firmly. "The last time I let you drive you, you went to Mexico." his father pointed out. Jacob frowned at his father.
The limo slowed to up in front of Long Beach City. "I don't see what I have to prove?" Jacob snapped. "How rich we are?" He gripped the limo door and flung it open. "For once You should treat me like your son not a Trophy." he slid out of the car, leaving his father speechless.
Jamal stepped off the school bus in front of the Long Beach City college science building. He caught sight of Rebekah standing alone. Her chestnut brown hair glowed under the sunlight. "I'm gonna go talk to her." He said softly. He took two steps forward then his legs froze.
"Two steps that's a good boy." Phil spoke up from behind him. "Maybe you'll take three more steps and you might be able to walk all by yourself." Jamal glanced at him. "Look at her man, She's gorgeous." He said nodding toward her. Phil looked at her then frowned. "True, but she's got a butt head on her arm." He nodded to Mike, who stood across from them, crackling jokes with their friends.
Jamal let out a sigh. He knew Phil had a point. Can't she see that he is using her. He thought. Hopefully she'll see him for who he really is.
"Look out." Mike sneered. "Her comes Jolly Jameson." Jamal followed his gaze to a blonde haired girl walking up with a notebook in her hand. Mike let out whistle as she passed. Sara Jameson ignored the catcalls, she simply rolled her eyes. "What's wrong Jameson, gotta another stupid story to write for a paper no one reads." He called with a chuckle.
"Why don't you shut up." Jamal said sharply. Mike looked up at him with a glare. "What was that Jenkins?" He asked stepping forward. Jamal didn't back down. "Want me to write it down for you?" He shot back. "Cool it guys." Phil said stepping between them. "Someone might slip on the testosterone on the ground." Several students standing around chuckled. Mike pointed a finger in Jamal's face.
"Mind your own Jenkins." He sneered. Jamal snickered. "I'm shaking." he shot back. Mike snorted and stalked off back over to Rebekah. Jamal stared at him for a moment.
"What a jerk." Sara growled from beside him. Phil nodded in agreement. "Yeah someone needs to kick his butt. Jamal watched in silence as Mike put his arm around Rebekah. I got more smarts than he'll ever have, but he's got one thing I don't have is Rebekah. He thought with a sigh.
"Come along Students." Mrs. Berg said catching everyone attention. Jamal gave one last gaze then walked on after the rest of the students. "Forget him, guys lets go." He said, then glumly walked along with rest of the class.
The spider moved slowly up the side of the counter. It had noticed that the lid of its cage was open. The other spider didn't seem to notice the chance to escape, but it did. It climbed up on the counter and sat there. It just simply sat there.
"Neogenics is the next wave of the future." Dr. Carlton Stillwell said. He was a middle age dark skinned man. He wore a long lab coat that came over his belly. Jamal did his best to listen to what Stillwell was saying, but it board him. For this I'm missing Gym? he thought with a frown. Then his attention drifted to Rebekah. She had wandered over to the cages where the animals were kept. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him.
"I'd go talk to her." Phil whispered from beside him. Jamal looked at him, then back at Rebekah. What are you waiting for Jenkins. A part of his brain told him. He nodded to Phil and wandered over to where she stood gazing at the animals.
"These are so cool." She was saying to herself as he approached. He stared at the oddly looking animals. One cage held a large rabbit. It was larger than any rabbit he'd seen before. Another held a mean looking scorpion. He winced as it snapped at the cage. "He's the only doctor who knows how to crossbreed animals." She said. Jamal looked her. Her light green eyes twinkled with wonder. "I guess it is if you into science and stuff." He said leaning against the counter.
Rebekah looked him for a moment. "I've read all his papers on Neogenics." She told him. "He also works for Xanatos Industries." Jamal nodded. "Did anyone ever tell you your brilliant." He said with a grin. She smiled and blushed. "Of course I am, didn't you know?" she said with a laugh. He was about to respond when something bit him.
"Ow!"
He grabbed his wrist. What the hell? He thought glancing around. A tiny black spider crawled across the floor. "The spider bit me?" Jamal muttered. A wave of sickness washed over him. He sagged against the counter. "Are you okay?" Rebekah asked raising an eyebrow at him. "S...sure." He stammered. "At least I think I am." He muttered softly.
* * *
David Xanatos sat staring at the blood sample on the screen in front of him. "What I'm saying sir." Dr. Miguel O'Hara, the shaky doctor was saying. "We've managed to stop the cancer so far." He told him. "Meaning what?" Xanatos asked dryly. "Meaning sir, that if the Alchemax gene therapy treatment doesn't work..." He paused for a moment.
"What O'Hara?"
O'Hara cleared his throat. "Your son will die sir." He said. Xanatos leaned back in his chair, resting his fingertips on his lips. "Thank you Doctor, Owen will see you out." He responded. O'Hara opened his mouth to object, but Owen was already ushering him out.
"What do you plan to do sir?" Owen said walking back in to the office. Xanatos didn't answer. He stared blankly at the blood sample. "What other choice do I have Owen?" He asked flatly. "I have to prove Alchemax works and save my son." He looked up at Owen for a moment. "Pull up David Xanatos Junior's file." He told Owen. "It's time we prove that Alchemax works."
He sat back further in his chair crossing his arms. He turned in his chair to face the window. "Make the call." He told Owen.
* * *
Jamal Jenkins staggered up the stairs to his room. He didn't remember the bus ride from Long Beach City back to Lakewood. He didn't even remember the ride from school to home. His head was pounding, sweat beaded on his for head. He stumbled into his room. His vision blurred. Jamal let out a groan, dropping on to his bed. "Oh god, what happing to me?" He moaned. "Someone help me." Then everything went black.
He ran down the dark misty street. The fog clouded up the road ahead. He glanced over his shoulder. The thunderous sound echoed from behind him. A giant shadow loomed over though the mist. It was the shadow of a Spider.
Jamal let out a scream of terror. He began to pick up speed and so did the spider. It got closer and closer. He looked up to see his family and friends standing at the road ahead of him. "Help" he screamed, but they didn't respond. "Please Help!" He began to run a little faster, but he didn't move away from the looming shadow.
Suddenly a "Thwip" sound rang out. Something caught him by the ankle. Jamal gasped as he went flying though the air toward the spider. "Someone help me!" He screamed as he got closer to the spider. The spider looked up showing its face. Jamal gasped in shock. The face of the spider was his.
"NO!"
Jamal's eyes snapped open. He sat up with a groan, clutching his head. My head stopped pounding. He thought standing up. The dizziness is gone too. "Freaky." He said out loud. His shirt was soaked with sweat. He pulled it off and tossed it into the corner. He moved past the wall mirror. "What?" He gasped stepping back into the mirror. His body was different. His chest was chiseled and more muscular. He ran his fingers down his abs. "I got a six pack, no way." He said in shock. Jamal smiled, then flexed.
"Jamal, are you home?" His father's voice rang out from downstairs. "Yeah." He called back still flexing in the mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror. This maybe cool in all, but what did this too me? He thought letting his mind wander back to earlier that day. Jamal held up his hand. He saw tiny bite on the back of his hand. "That weird looking spider did this?" He muttered. "Wow."
"Jamal You talking to yourself again?" His father called. Jamal looked at the door then frowned. "No Dad I'm fine." He shot back. He thought for a moment. "At least I think I am."
* * *
The Xanatos Industries testing lab was in full lock down. Xanatos had passed the order to lock the base down at sundown. Several guards stood posted at each gate. No one was allowed in or out.
Xanatos stood in the control room of the Alchemax chamber. He watched as two crewmen placed his oldest son in the chamber. The left side of the young mans face was badly decade. His eyes were closed tight. Xanatos looked away for a moment then looked back down at the egged shaped chamber.
"We're ready to begin sir." Dr. O'Hara said from behind him. Xanatos nodded. He walked over to where O'Hara sat at the controls of the chamber. Owen appeared silently beside him. He nodded to Owen. "We're all set sir." One of the controls said.
O'Hara looked at Xanatos. "Begin." He said. The controls nodded and began to work.
The Chamber doors closed down around the young man's still form. The chamber began to glow with an eerie green glow. Xanatos glanced at the readings on the screen off to his right. It showed the skin cells become healthy and regenerate themselves. A second later the skin cells were healthy once again. He smiled. "Yes."
Suddenly an alarm blared. Xanatos's smile faded. "What is it?" He shouted. O'Hara's hands flew across the keypad. "Something wrong sir, the file matrix stopped." He called. The glow from the chamber changed from light to dark green.
"Shut it down!" Xanatos shouted. O'Hara and the controllers looked at each other. "We can't sir, it's not responding to any commands." He called back. Xanatos looked at the screen again. This time it showed the skin cells mutating. "Oh no." He gasped.
Then the chamber exploded in a ball of fire.
* * *
For once Jamal was on time. He thudded down the stairs. He had woken up an hour early than he would have thought, but he for some odd reason he had energy to burn. He breezed though the kitchen nearly knocking his mother down.
"Whoa, you're up early." Mrs. Jenkins said. "Where's the fire tiger?" Jamal smiled weakly. "I kinda wanna get to school early." He told her. Mrs. Jenkins chuckled. She moved over to the counter and picked up her coffee. "Let me guess, Rebekah's leaving early right?" She asked. Jamal swallowed deeply. "I-I doesn't know." He stammered. "I wasn't looking for her." Mrs. Jenkins cocked an eyebrow at her son.
"Don't kid a kidder Jamal."
She took a sip of her coffee. "I know you like her, You always have since we moved here when you were Six." She told him. Jamal frowned. "Is that a fact?" He said. She punched him playful in the arm. "Of course, The day you went to elementary school and came home all you did was talk about her." She told him with a grin. "Since then she's all you think about right?" He nodded and frowned. "But she's so into Mike Thompson." He began, but Mrs. Jenkins cut him off.
"That's what she wants now, You never know." She told him. "Have a little faith, besides things do change." Jamal looked at his mother for a moment. "I guess." He said in a small voice. She pinched his cheek. "Now Now, Jammy Jam." She teased.
"Ma!"
He gave her a kiss and dashed out the back door. He raced down the street. He gave a wave to one of his neighbors. He rounded the corner just to see a little girl dart into the street chasing after a ball. A sharp tingling danced across his skull. He turned to see a pick up truck coming toward her. The driver doesn't see her! He thought with a gasp. He threw his bag down and darted into the street. The little girl turned only to see the car coming at her. She let out a scream.
Jamal scooped up the girl. The tingling blazed sharply.
"Damn it." He shouted then leaped though the air. He and the girl sailed though the air passing over the car. They landed softly on to the sidewalk. The little girl stared at him in awe. "H-how did you do that?" She asked. Jamal looked her then at where he left his backpack at least a block away.
"I don't know." He said softly. "I don't know."
David Xanatos stood in the wreckage of the Alchemax project. His lab, His people were all gone. Beside him, Owen stood taking the damage report. "It appears sir that it'll take a year to repair sir." Owen told him, but he wasn't listing. Xanatos stared at the shattered chamber. The egg shaped chamber was shattered as if something ripped it apart. Did David do this? He thought with a frown. "Where could he be?"
Owen looked at his boss. "Who sir?" Owen asked. Xanatos frowned. "My son."
He staggered though the darken alley. The sun was beaming down on him. Too bright for his eyes. He dropped to the ground. The surges of pain had finally stooped. He noticed that his senses were sharper. He could smell the food from a restaurant from a block away. He could her the people talking. He let out a grunt as if he'd forgotten to speak. He couldn't remember if he could. He rose to his feet. His body felt different, the pain he'd been under was completely gone. He looked down at his reflection in a puddle of water.
His skin was a bright Kelly green. His ears and nose were pointy. where his hair would have been, jagged spike like bumps ran down his head and along his face. Everything Had been changed all but his eyes. They were blood red. A growl escaped his lips. He drew away from the shock and horror of what he'd seen. He let out roar of pain and agony.
"Hey!" A voice growled. He turned to see a figure down the ally. "What is your deal." The figure grumbled. Instantly his mind flashed, the figure turned to a man, a man who haunted his dreams. He snarled again. Then he felt a burning sensation crawl down his arms into his hands. "I asked you a question buddy." The man snapped, then drew back once he saw him. "Good God." The man said. He leered at the man for a moment. "F-Father.." The words hissed out of his mouth. He held out a large hand, a ball of fire escaped his hand.
The ball of fire struck the man. He vanished in a fireball. The creature that had once been Dave Xanatos ignored the chard remains of the man and stepped over them. He growled and stormed down that alley. "F-Father." He snarled.
To Be Continued