Disclaimer: I do not own E-Men Evolution, though I probably don't need it by this point. I don't think I need this one but I don't own the cryptid Holoderia.

Part One

"Yo, Roberto! Wait up," a teenager yelled out to his friend.

Roberto, a dark skinned teen, stopped and turned around. He waited for the other teen to catch up. He held onto a soccer ball looking at it before deciding to drop it to dribble. His friend grinned, "Want to know the newest urban legend?"

"Please don't tell me that the Holodeira has returned," Roberto joked.

"No. This is the tale of the Flaming Alien!" his friend exclaimed.

"The Flaming Alien?" Roberto asked, glancing away.

"Yeah. I heard about it from a friend who heard about it from a friend who heard about it from his brother."

"Reliable source you have, Carlos. As always," Roberto sighed.

"Anyway. The Flaming Alien was seen yesterday near the practice field. It looked like it was on fire or something. The figure was pitch black and floating slightly. Its eyes were yellow and its mouth let out a yellow glow. It might have an internal fuel source," he announced.

Roberto blinked a few times before asking, "Is that it?"

"Yeah. It vanished too quickly from what I heard."

Roberto sighed, rubbing the bridge between his eyes, "You know it's probably made up, right?"

"Nah. If it was, there would be more details. Someone would probably have been killed or something, that's how stories always work. Anyway the odd part in my opinion was the fact that it appeared during the day. Most aliens appear at night."

"If aliens have made it to our plant that is."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Hey, weren't you at the practice field yesterday? Did you see it by chance?" he eagerly asked Roberto.

Roberto shook his head, "Nope. I must have headed home before it showed up. Or another out of the world theory: there was no Flaming Alien!"

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Roberto pulled a key out of his pocket and placed it into the door to his house. It was a nice house in a good neighborhood but it wasn't that impressive. His father believed in spending money wisely, unlike some other people that had worked their way up. Roberto looked around and finding no one home headed upstairs to his room. He had the blinds closed and glanced at them. He wanted to open them but he didn't really know what had happened yesterday and didn't want a repeat performance. It freaked him out enough. He had thought that he had spontaneously combusted or something. He should have known that someone might have seen it happen. Luckily, no one realized that it was him; instead they thought it was some alien. Well, at least they didn't think it was a demon, Roberto thought to himself.

He sighed and opened the blinds slightly. He felt better now at least. He couldn't begin to explain why. He put his backpack on his desk and found the homework for his least favorite subject to start on first. He saved his favorite subject's homework for last. Depending on how hard the homework was he might not finish until after dinner.

Roberto stood up for a break after he finished his first subject and stretched. His yellow eyes lingered on trophies that he had earned from soccer games. He stood by the window and closed his eyes. He relaxed just from standing there in the sunlight. If he had to compare himself to an animal it would be some sort of cat. He could stand or lay in the sunlight for hours.

He opened his eyes and stared at his reflection in the glass for a good half-a-minute. His jaw hung open before he jumped backwards with a stifled yelp. He stared at his hands and then at the floor. He appeared to be ablaze but his room wasn't catching on fire.

He didn't know why but he shut the blinds. Somehow it had seemed like the right thing to do. He took some deep breaths to try to calm himself down and shut his eyes. When he opened his eyes he no longer appeared to be a human fireball. He let out a sigh of relief and sunk down into his chair. He stared at his blinds and turned away from the window quickly. He forced his attention onto his homework and tried to forget about what had just happened.

He pushed it to the back of his mind as just something his imagination had created due to stress. An hour later his mother knocked on his door. Roberto stood up and opened the door, "Mom, when did you get home?"

"Just a little while ago. I must have forgotten to tell you. Your father is having some business partners coming over tonight for dinner. You need to clean up," his mother stated.

"Again?" Roberto sighed.

"I know. But it's important for business. Come on, it could be fun," his mother tried.

"Highly unlikely," Roberto stated. "It's mostly businessmen talking. And most of their kids are either way older than me or not even teens yet."

Part Two

Roberto yawned as he entered his room. He had been busy answering various questions that his father's guests had asked him – mostly about school and soccer. Roberto being the striker on his soccer team meant that most of the questions were about how the game went and how many scores he got. Roberto used to be one of the wingers but the coach decided that he would make a good striker so his position had been changed.

The sun was going down and all he wanted to do was go to sleep. He didn't bother to change out of his formal attire as he fell on top of his bed. His eyes shut as soon as he was on the bed.

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The sun rose and so did Roberto. Roberto stared at his open window and groaned. He wanted to sleep longer but his body felt like it was time to wake up. His mind didn't agree but his body forced him to wake up. His yellowish gold eyes glared at the sunlight that was shining into his room. He stood up, walked over to the open blinds, and shut them. His body seemed to get the message that he needed sleep now. He fell onto his bed and into blissful sleep.

When his eyes opened again it was to his mother calling up to him. Roberto rolled out of bed and landed ever so gracefully on the floor. He pushed himself up and headed downstairs. His mother greeted her son, "Good morning, sleepy head. Ready for your last day of school?"

Roberto stifled a yawn, "Yeah, studied for the tests and have all my final projects finished. Coach wants us to practice during the summer for the next session, so I might be home later than usual."

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Roberto and his teammates were joking around after practice when Roberto's cellphone started to ring. Roberto moved away from them to have some privacy. He looked at the caller ID before he answered, "Hi, Mom. What's up?"

"We are going to have some guests that want to talk to you. Can you come home now?" his mother asked.

Roberto blinked, "Um, sure. Who is it?"

"People from the Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. They want to see if you would be willing go to their school in America."

"What about soccer?" Roberto asked. "Or school here?"

"They just want to talk. Your father thinks that this might be an exciting opportunity for you, being able to study in America."

"Right," Roberto said unsure. "See you soon."

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When Roberto arrived at his house he found that the door was already open. He walked in to find a tall woman of African descent with long white hair and a slightly shorter female of European descent with log red hair. His parents were waiting in the living room with the two women. Roberto shut the door behind him.

His mother motioned for him to sit down next to her. The African woman gave Roberto a warm smile, "Hello, we were just introducing ourselves to your mother. I'm Ororo Munroe and this is Jean Gray. I'm one of the teachers at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."

Jean gave him a warm smile, "Hello, Roberto. I'm one of the students at Xavier's School."

Roberto nodded, "Um, hi. What's Xavier exactly?"

Ms. Munroe explained, "Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters is a school for people with special gifts."

"What kind of gifts are you talking about?" Roberto asked, acting as if he didn't have a clue as to what she meant.

Jean smugly stated, "We've already explained to your parents, Mr. Flaming Alien."

Roberto stared at her, "How did you . . .?"

"One of the other students at my school was looking up urban legends in the area," Jean said.

"Oh," Roberto responded lamely. "Um, you know what I can do, so what can you do?"

Jean moved her hand looking at a coaster on the table. She moved her hand up and the coaster did the same thing. She placed it back down waiting for Roberto's response. Roberto said, "Telekinesis."

Jean nodded. Ororo smiled, "Everyone at the school has a unique ability. We can help you learn to control your power."

Roberto nodded, "Um, can I have some time to think about this?"

"Certainly," Jean and Ororo said at once.

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Roberto paced back and forth in his room. He pulled out his cellphone, dialing the number of one of his friends and teammates. When he picked up Roberto said, "Hey, David. Um, could you help me figure something out?"

"Sure, what is it?" David calmly said.

Roberto explained, "I've been offered to be able to go to a school in the United States but that also means that I won't be able to be on the soccer team. What do you think I should do?"

David was quiet for a full minute before he answered, "Well, this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity, right? The team will be fine even if you leave, but I say talk to the coach first. But I say take the offer. We'll all understand. After all, how often do you get the chance to study in a foreign country?"

"Right, um you guys wouldn't feel like I abandoned the team, right?"

"Why would we? It's not like you're just leaving without giving us a heads up right?"

"Well, no," Roberto said.

"Then I say: do it! America sounds fun. Be sure to send me pictures of all the pretty American girls! Bye!" David hung up leaving Roberto to stare at his phone for a while trying to figure what just happened.

He called his coach to let him know about the school. His coach didn't take it was well as David though, "What do you mean you might be going to a school in the United States? What about the team?"

"Um, well, Coach, I think that this might be good for me," Roberto said.

"What about my team?" his coach demanded.

Roberto smiled at that question, "But you have all summer to figure out who will be the striker. Also, it's not as if I'm leaving before a game."

"I know, but why? Why now? Can't you wait until you go to high school to travel to America?"

"Sorry, Coach, but I don't think this can wait. I'll cheer for all of our games."

"Yeah, yeah. Great now I need . . ." his coach hung up the phone.

Roberto sighed and started to dial the numbers of the rest of his friends and teammates.

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"So, I'll be leaving for America on August 29?" Roberto confirmed.

Ororo nodded, "The plane will take off at seven pm. It should get you to New York by 6 am. I'll be waiting at the airport for you."

Roberto nodded. Jean handed him a pamphlet with information about the school for him to look through.

Author's Note: The Holodeira is a Brazilian Cryptid that is some sort of aquatic beast.

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