Oz Osborne walked into the mall's food court, he ran a hand through his red hair, and shrugged his shoulders, allowing his green hoody to fit more onto his shoulders. Okay, he had been called, and offered over ten grand...There had to be a catch somewhere. He thought to himself/ yeah, okay maybe he was paranoid. He had, after all, demanded the meeting to take place in a crowded mall so there wouldn't be that much chance of trouble. A man with spiky blonde hair wearing what could only be described as the result of Freddy Mercury's Wardrobe having an orgy waved at him.

Oz walked over and sat down, The man grinned a shit-eating grin, standing up as Oz sat down, on the table, was a suitcase.

"Hello Mr. Osborne," He spoke with an utterly bizarre accent-Some weird mix of French and English. "I am Elton." Elton sat down,opening the suitcase, which was stuffed to the brim with one hundred dollar bills, Oz's mouth fell open, as the man continued. "Now, I can give you five grand now, and pay you the rest at the end, of cour-"

"Wait. You've offered me money, and you've never told me why." Oz interrupted him, Elton glared at him,

"That was rude, I should cane you for that...But tell you what, I'll cane someone else instead. Sound good?"

"I...I guess...?"

"So, you know everything about the Pillar Man and the Ultimate Life Form, right?" Oz really had no idea what the heck this weirdo was talking about, and apparently It showed on his face, cause Elton groaned, annoyed.

"Alright, listen. Some Mayans made a magical mask and then became vampires, they were in a giant rock for a while, woke up and fought the Nazis, one of them became the ultimate life form and got shot into space. And so," He emphasized the last two words, to make sure Oz was listening, "They've pulled Kars-the ultimate life form, out of space. Only now, he's an immortal vegetable, we're going to kill him."

"How?" Oz asked, "Doesn't Immortal mean-"

"Check your watch."

"What?"

"Check your watch." Oz checked out his watch,

"It's dead." He had put Batteries in it that morning...Maybe the batteries were duds? Elton grinned,

"I removed the seconds from it's power."

"What?" Oz asked, "The hell are you even talking about?" Elton had the shit eating grin again,

"Behind Blue Eyes!" He declared. Behind him, a blue, emaciated humanoid formed, a it's face black except for two snail-like eye stalks sticking out of where it's mouth should be, two long black nails stuck out of it's ring and pinky fingers on each hand. Oz stood up, backing away. Elton rose from his seat, gesturing at it.

"This is my stand, Behind Blue Eyes," He said happily, "And, it can steal the time perception of something. Simply put, I stole your watch's time." He grinned, "So, that is how we are going to kill Kars." He looked at Oz, his eyebrow raised. "Well?"

"Well what?" Oz responded.

"Let me see your stand, you know, Tit for tat. We are working together, are we not?" Elton asked. Oz cracked his knuckles, he took a deep breath.

"Nowhere Man."

Behind him, a slender grey figure materialized, it's skin was metallic, and it's face was covered in small holes that opened to utter blackness. It spread it's slender arms, clenching it's fist,

"Nowhere Man...What does it do?"

"So, we're going to go on a car trip." summarized Oz, completely ignoring the question, "When?" Elton shook his head.

"Well, do you think you're the only one?"

"Whaddya mean?" Elton stood, Behind Blue Eyes fading as he walked past Oz.

"Come, we are going to meet your co workers."

Oz got out of the car, in front of him was a shabby old building, they were in the bad side of town, the roads were empty except a parked moving truck on the other side of the street, and all of the structures were coated in grafitti. Elton got out and sat upon the hood, he looked at his companion.

"Well, go inside."

"Just me?" asked Oz,

"Yeah."

"Why just me? You're running this joint."

"Yeah, I know. But, there's a man inside of there. Kill him." Oz whirled around,

"Why?"

"Because I've hired him to kill you." Elton said simply, Oz stared at him, he quickly explained. "I want to know what your Stand can do."

"So, you hired someone to kill me?" Oz clenched his fists, Nowhere Man forming and doing the same, Elton only shrugged.

"I'm sorry. I'm giving you a choice."

"Which is?" Elton gestured at the building.

"Go in there, and kill him, or? Stay here, and fight me." Oz looked at him. Yeah, Nowhere Man was fast...but this guy could control time...Without another word, Oz walked into the building. Nowhere Man at the ready, the door opened to a wide, expansive room, in the corner several boxes were stacked. Oz looked around, nothing except for a lot of dust-That's when something attacked him. A slender white figure dropped down, Oz jumped back as the figure smashed into the floor, before standing up. It was a middle eastern man with long pink dreadlocks, a wife beater, jeans and lather chaps. Around his was wrapped a long yellow scarf. He nodded his head slightly.

"Hello. I am Dickensen, now before I kill you, what's you-" Oz stared at him, before Nowhere Man sped past him, and attempted to pummel the man with a barrage of punches-But none of them hit, the scarf came alive, and deflected all of the blows. The assassin frowned,

"That was rude." He chided Oz, looking at him past his stand. "Look, my stand Chevelle can block minigun rounds, this is nothing." The Scarf sped forward, slamming into Nowhere Man's stomach, Oz staggered back as all the air was knocked out of him, Dickensen walked forward, Chevelle darted forward again, wrapping around Nowhere Man's neck and lifting the stand off the ground-Oz gripped as his neck-IHe couldn't breathe!/I Oz quickly drew his handgun, firing several times at Dickensen, only to have Chevelle block each shot, Dickensen groaned. "Are you fucking stupid!? I told you! I cannot be hit by anything you have!" And from what Oz could tell, as his vision went black-Dickensen was right. He pulled the trigger, only to have the gun click, He couldn't breathe and his vision was going black, so, in a last attempt, he threw his gun at Dickensen.

The assassin quickly released his grip on the Stand and stepped to the side, as he did that, Nowhere Man faded and Oz quickly ran to behind the crates. Why did he dodge? He could block Nowhere Man's punches, and He could block bullets, his stand allowed him to survive the fall. He stood up as Chevelle punched through the crates beside and started to swing towards him, the Stand User quickly ducked as the scarf ripped the boxes to the side, sending them crashing against the opposite wall, Oz got to his feet as Dickensen walked forward.

"Hiding?" He asked mockingly, Oz growled standing up.

"Nowhere Man!" Chevelle reared up, ready to defend its user, only for Nowhere Man to dart to the side, grabbing a sharp splinter of wood, Dickensen's eyes went wide as saucers as they followed the stand, growling, his stand immediately wrapped around Oz's neck, lifting him off the ground,

"You sonuvabitch!" He growled, as Chevelle tightened around the young man's throat, despite this, Oz could only smile, Dickensen turned, just as Nowhere Man siezed his head and slowly shove the the sharp piece of wood into his jugular, Dickensen gasped as Chevelle disintigrated, Oz smiled crouching down, the man could only stare at the red-haired youth.

"How?" Oz merely shrugged, turning his back, and walked towards the exit.

"Nowhere Man," The Stand formed before the assassin, it clenched it's fist.

Oz walked out, getting in the car, glaring at the driver, in reply, Elton grinned at him.

"Not bad." Oz shrugged, "So...your stand can operate independently of you?"

"Eeyup." Elton leaned back,

"There's a lot of potential in that."

"I know." Elton opened his mouth, to speak, only for no words to come out, he simply stared wordlessly as Dickensen smashed through the brick wall next to the building, and was sent flying straight into the truck, only to crumple lifelessly. Elton simply stared for a minute at the lifeless form, then quickly turned the car and drove off.

"Powerful. Though, as I was saying, how did you realize his weakness?"

"Well," Oz began, "He dodged the gun, and more importantly, he released his stand. Now, that either meant that he couldn't move while it was active, or that, while it could block my stand or a bullet, anything slower than that it wouldn't notice." Elton grinned.

"You, my friend, are hired."