A/N: Okay people this is part of the Kaiser canon. It takes place shortly before the Fiaz arc and it would have concluded before the current arc. This is rather bittersweet for me to say this but, I had planned on making this a five part mini series and couldn't complete it. Everytime I tried to work on it, and trust me this has been in the works for a while, I just kept hitting a wall. So instead of allowing this to languish in development hell I here by present this.

Autumn a time for change, a time of transitions. For St. John Autumn was his favorite time of year the leafs changed the air cooled. He needed a change that much was clear even as he moved in the brotherhood. As he lay in the grass outside the boarding house flames danced between his fingers in the shape of small humming bird. Behind him the other newest addition of the Brotherhood Anthony was busy laughing but, not of his own consent. He knew that Anthony's girlfriend had some sort of skill to induce forced laughter.

St. John didn't care really even as he got up walking onto the drive. He wasn't really paying attention to wear he was going nor did it matter really. As he made his way he could help but, think about that boy he met in Wales. Some could say St. John had an obsession almost to a dangerous levels love of fire of it's shapes, forms, and colors. At his heart he felt like a artist which was probably why he and Colossus where friends both artist what Peter did with clay and paint St. John did with flame. That boy though that wasn't art that was destruction for the sake of destruction.

St. John found his thoughts interrupted by her, sun kissed skin, deep brown hair, the voice of a south American goddess, most of all though she had fire an inner fire that had drawn him like a moth to flame. Seeing her brought a deep hearted smile to his face. "oye! Amara!"

That smile that brilliant smile was quickly followed by her slamming her bag into his chest. "What you doin' out and about?"

St. John grinned his normal ear to ear grin holding the bag. "Aye was bored needed to get out."

He could see her roll her eyes poking him in the head. "When you get bored St. John," She said his name right that always ignited his heart. "You tend to set things are fire just to see the flames dance."

He couldn't help but cackle his patented acolyte laugh. "aye like seeing the flames dance!"

Shaking her head she takes his arm plastering the grin across his face. "Well since your out why don't you take me shopping."

St. John had a problem the problem that all men had when ever they went on a shopping trip had had become a pack mule. Already they had been shopping for over two hours and he was bored and holding at least six bags and the number was already growing. "Amara my little torch light you need so much?" The look she gave him was withering.

Unknown to either mutant they were about to have a chance encounter which would change Pryo's fate. Running down the side walk was a man in white lab coat holding what looked like a shoe box. As he ran he dared not look back at the two men that marched after him easily slipping threw the crowds. "Got to get at least this one away."

Pryo didn't see it coming half blind by the sheer number of items he was upholding. Even as the man in the lab coat crashed into him. Neither noticed as the man in the lab coat tried to sort out the items. "Oye! Watch where you're going!"

Finding his shoe box the man in the lab coat got up his legs still shaking from the impact. "Sorry I have to run!" breathing heavily with each breathe he noticed the man in the suits still following him. "Sorry." Dashing away he bolted into the crowds trying to use them to disappear.

One of the two men in the suits continued to trail the lab coat wearing man while the other one cocked his head looking at Amara and Pryo. Something about the man set Pryo off the cruel look, the disdain for there existence, the way the skin seemed to be pulled back something about it set him off. "What are you staring you at! " Pyro's fingers twitched as he watched the man cock his head to the other side as if trying to decide if he was even worth the time.

The man in suit took in air before following his partner after the man in the lab coat. It was only when Amara put her hand on his shoulder that the tension that Pryo was feeling dissolved. "St. John lets head back to mansion and unpack. We don't want any trouble."

It took a couple second for Pyro to realize what she meant as he realized he already had his lighter out smoldering his acolyte grin already on. "ya lets head to the mansion."

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The warehouse district was awfully quiet for it being the middle of the day. The reason for the wuiet was soon revealed as several of the warehouse works where lined up against the metal shelves all of them drooling a green discoloration on there bare skin.

Deep inside one of the warehouses the larger of the two men in suits growled at the man in a lab coat. "Where is it Prof. Ren"

His partner the one that had stayed to look at Pyro and Amara opened the shoe box dumping the twin knee boots onto the ground. "Answerr him Prof. Ren." Taking off his glow the short man revealed that his hand was the same green discoloration. "We don't want to hurt you, in fact we want to bring you back into the fold."

Dr. Ren laugh wiping the blood from his chin. "I know what you plan to do with those devices." Picking himself up off the ground. "And it's insane."

The larger man growled . "They're chattel Professor, the entire species even ones with mutations, The half breeds as well. They are to be used as we please."

"Then you severely underestimate them the potential in them, the potential we tried to stomp out." Prof. Ren leaned against a metal beam looking up into the skylight. "No species in the universe is so arrogant, so full of themselves homo sapiens and there subspecies. Though it's that very nature makes them dangerous."

The small man walked up to doctor his hand twisting becoming darker green his middle fingers melding into each other. "Professor, professor" As his hands finished mutation green slime dripped onto the ground burning into the concrete even as he wrapped on of them around the professor's neck. "Humans are rats in a maze of there own creation. They are already on path that will lead to own destruction." The small one smiled his acidic grip tightening. "Indeed we should put them out of there misery. Malefic."

The tall one known as Malefic grinned revealing his filed sharp teeth. "It would be wondrous." Even as he spoke his already stretched skin pulled back even more his very suit absorbing into his skin quills rising out his skin like spines. Crossing his arm across his chest he released a barrage of quills erupted into the bodies of those touched by the small one.

Professor Ren grunted as he watched the quills made there marks. "I warn you both Malefic, Caustier your own bad karma will catch up to you."

Caustier released his grip his hands transforming back to human normal. "when you finally change you mind Professor please you know how to contact us."

Professor Ren slumped to floor watching as Malefic and Caustier left him to his own devices. Standing up he walked over to the fallen forms of the warehouse workers. "I won't have a body count on my time," Flicking his wrist the quills jerked. Drawing his open hand back thin strands of silk glinted as they where pulled taut. Working his hands the quills where quickly extracted being tossed aside. "Shallow wounds still bleeding though." his fingers weaved in the air silken strands drawing out the poison even as the wounds became wrapped in web.

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"Shoes." St. John was having dilemma, the very same dilemma many males across the world had when ever they came back from trips to the mall. "Sheila, why do you really need so many shoes?"

Amara shook her head holding up the shoes in question. "They're not just any shoes they're combat boots." beating down from far above the sun was being blocked by the canopy in front of the restaurant they had decided to eat at. "Good for those long hikes in the jungle."

"I appreciate that," He reached into another bag pulling out a new lighter engraved with his initials. "but I personally like going barefoot in the outback." Flicking up the lighter a small flame sparked into being, waving his hand over it the flames shifted and danced turning into two figures dancing.

St . John watched as she smiled at him watching the dancing figure. Just seeing that smile melted his heart and made him want to create a ball just for her dozens of dancers all twirling around them table. Unfortunately though he couldn't mentally and physically he could do it but, it had been drilled into his head not to do massive public displays.

"I've been thinking," With those words those cruel words St. John's heart sank as though it had been speared like a sword fish. "maybe we should tell," With suddenness that couldn't be predicted Amara's words where cut off just as St. John's flames had been snuffed out.

St. John turned his head watching as the quill pierced the side the building. He knew something was wrong when he saw Amara turning her head in the direction that the quil had come from. Across the street they saw him, that same man that had turned his face up at them chasing the man in the lab coat. Making eye contact with Amara he said the first thing that came to his mind which had shifted into survival mode. "Move!"

Malefic smiled pushing up his glasses onto his nose, "It's always interesting when they run." Raising his right hand peeling out from his skin of his finger tips small almost unnoticeable spines appeared. "Caustier they should be heading in your direction."

Pyro was on high alert even as he dashed down the sidewalk one hand holding Amara's hand while she held onto a couple of there bags. Every sense in his head was screaming at him to run his eyes scanning ahead of him, what he saw triggered another flight or fight response as passing threw the crowds was the other man his skin turning a sickly green.

"This way!" Amara jerked on St. John's hand pulling him down an intersecting street away from the crowds. Out of the corner of her eye she could see of trio of the quills shot past, it was the sound of grunting that scared her more. As she took the time to look she could see Pyro stumbling trying to keep up he was coughing as she could see a duo of quills one of them was deep enough to having punctured a lung.

Pyro was wheezing and he knew why, his lung was punctured he was also wounded somewhere else but it wasn't vital. "Keep," He wheezed trying to take a lung full of air he could feel the fluid building up. "Running get," He coughed spitting up blood over his chin and down his shirt. "Help."

Amara kept running half dragging Pyro behind her, her eyes searched the area trying to find some escape route so she could call for help. As she ran she spotted a sewer grate an idea forming in her mind. "St. John hold on we'll get some help."

Nodding his head his eyes went wide as he saw a quill peel away at her shoulder. That was it he was tired of running letting go of her he flicked his lighter open igniting it. From that one small flame he rose his hand producing an arc of flame turning it into a tidal wave of fire. "I'm Pryo!" He coughed more blood spilling out of his mouth. His rage and fury pushing down his physical pain fueling his power helping him give the fires form.

Caustier covered his eyes shielding himself from the sea of the flames as they curled and bent like the very waves themselves. "I hate elemental users."

Malefic watched in utter amazement as the flames bent and curled into shape. "He shouldn't have that level of control after all the damage I've done." Making his way across rapidly he joined Caustier as the sea of flames. "Well did you get the package?"

"Damn humans," Caustier removed his sunglasses as the flames slowly died down. "They managed to create this fire wall before I could get close enough."

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Spike was former X-man though if you asked any so called former X-man you'd know you never really stop being one. That point had been proven when Apocalypse had made his move to turn the entire planet into mutants. That didn't matter now though as he pressed a wet clothe to head of ailing old woman. "Leech go get me some more disinfectant."

"Right!" The young boy known as Leech dashed out of the makeshift hobble as he did so the wooden door smacked against it's uneven frame.

Magpie watched threw her bleary eyes as the bone plated armor pierced threw Spike's skin. "You need a hair cut boy."

Spike laughed as he used the clean the sweat off her forehead. "Good to see you still have your since of humor."

Pulling her quilt tighter she went into a coughing fit reaching over she grabbed a glass of water "At my age it's all I have left." Reaching up she tapped her on his brow. "Now don't you go looking all sad for Magpie I lived a full life."

Before Spike could respond the door opened with Leech carrying a bottle of dissinfectent as well as some cotton balls "Evan Evan! He's back!"

Spike smiled as the boy excitedly announced the arrival of rather frequent visitor. "Calm down Leech It's alright." Ruffling the kids hair he took the supplies setting them on the night stand. "You can come in Doctor."

"It's Professor." Professor Ren pushed open the door ducking his head to enter. "My dear sweet Magpie." Making his over to the bed side he began to check her pulse. "You haven't been pushing yourself to hard a I hope."

"If you'd let me leave my bed anytime soon I might."

"Heart rates good a bit of a fever that's to be expected though." Prof. Ren smiled before reaching into his lab coat pulling out prescription bottle. "Do you remember ole Parii my darling?"

"We sat under the stars in that glen." She smiled her hand clutching his hand. "You brought that bottle of vintage wine. Candles burning."

Prof. Ren tenderly stroked the back of her liver spotted hand. "aye, the sent of lilacs in bloom floating in the breeze."

"Ewww old people flirting." Leech stuck out tongue causing her to laugh.

Spike ruffled the boys hair before standing up. "I'll go take Leech and give you to some time alone." Putting his hand on the boys shoulder he pointed his thumb to door. "Let's go see if your mom's got any of those buckeyes left."

Leaving Leech with his mother Spike was finally able to get time to do his normal patrols of old subway and sewer lines. It had to be hard on that woman forced to bring her son down to these sewers but, it had been necessary if only because the so called friends of humanity. Her home had been ransacked by those so called humans. There where days that Spike would lean toward Magneto's point of view when it came to baselines. Unfortunately that attitude would alienate the few baselines that actually wanted to work with mutants. "It would also put a serious cramp on what auntie taught me while with the X-men."

Amara was on the move and needed to find help and only place that was close enough was the morlock tunnels. It wasn't that she could take care herself she was already a black belt in karate and could handle most attackers. That was if those attacker where normal humans and these things weren't anything close. It didn't help matters that she couldn't use her powers in populated area if she could that would make all the difference. "We have to keep moving." There was the other problem her boyfriend bless his twisted aussie mind was hurt and bleeding.

Pyro was in a bad way he knew it and doubted very much he was going to make it. "I aint gonna make it Sheila." Every word felt like a knife wound in gut twisting trying to induce as much pain as possible. "Leave me behind." He could see it in her eyes she wanted to disagree but, he knew that he had to be right if only to safe her. Damnit if pyro was gonna snuff it he was going down like an acolyte like an firecracker. "I'm just slown you down we both know I aint gonna make it much farther." As if fate itself was helping his legs gave out and he dropped to the side dropping the one bag he had managed to save. "My vision gett'n blurry gotta find a doc right quick."

Amara was trying not panic she couldn't afford to panic she had trained for this. While the policy was no teammate left behind that didn't mean that they couldn't find help. "Please don't make me do this." Looking down on his she could see his pasty skin going a shade paler how he wasn't burnt from all that she wouldn't know. His eyes those mischievous eyes of his she could see it now those twisted gears in his brain turning. 'Saint-John Allerdyce don't you dare go down in blaze of glory. I need you to burn with me my matchstick.'

Tears welled up in his eyes as he pulled himself against the wall his feet dangling over the quagmire of who knows what. "I'm Pyro and I," For once in his life he had to think, gears turning as he thought about that unpublished manuscript, he thought about what his mum used to say about his dah, he thought about the Brazilian beauty that had knocked him off his feet in the X-men's danger room, he thought about his friends as they put up with his pyromaniac tendencies. "I'm Pyro and I am fire!" Finding his strength again he pushed himself up. "They aint snuff'n this cinder out." Reaching up to his chest he jerked the spike out. All he needed all he wanted was one tiny spark pulling it out his pants pocket he flicked the igniter.

Amara watched as her Pyro her firebug took a tiny spark and grew it. "that's it you can do it." In some morbid fashion she couldn't help but, watch as he used the flames scorching parts of his body cauterizing the wounds. She knew he was still bleed on the inside he needed proper medical care but, he had bought time, time that she could use.

Spike heard it before he saw her someone he was familiar with even before she rounded the corner crashing shoulder first into his bone plated chest. The result of the crash was considerably one sided as she was knocked down while he wasn't even staggered. "Amara? Magma?"

She had left him behind, the hardest decision she had ever made since before she came to the United states. Now lost in tunnels she had to find where those morlocks where and hopped they'd be willing to help. She didn't know how much time had passed since she left him probably just a couple minutes but, each second left Pyro worse than before. Then she slammed into him probably the hardest impact since cannonball accidentally smashed her and DanI Moonstar into the danger room wall. Looking up her prayers had finally been answered as she took Spike's hand. "hurry need doctor pyro's hurt."

Spike had to blink it was the only brain could process what had just been dumped on him. Amara alias Magma the walking volcano wanted him to get help for the mutant psychopath Pyro. Part of him wanted to call her crazy tell that he deserved everything he got then he looked into her eyes. She really cared for that flaming moron and his insane cackling. "Okay I know a doctor that close by tell me what's going on, on the way. "

Pyro knew he was still in bad way he was still bleeding internally and burning himself to close the wounds had hurt a lot. The moment he couldn't hear her feet or see her he let himself drop back down kicking open the bag. "Looks like this is the last showing." His vision was blurry and getting worse. "Got tah keep burning." He was starting to slump to his side using his arm for support. "Aint gonna quick wanna have little firecrackers with mah volcano." He couldn't stay up any longer his arm was already numb, already it was slipping. "Sleepy time." Falling down his face slammed side first into the hard cold cement shocking him partially awake. Looking over he saw Amara shoe box peeking out of the torn paper bag. "pillow." Reaching out he just managed to pulled box toward him before his face smashed into it.

Caustier was in a good mood better than he had been for days his enzyme body filtering threw the raw sewage making his already toxic body even more so. As side effect of this the water the flowed past him was cleaner than it had ever been. His entire body looked like someone had taken a magnifying glass to a toy soldier melting half of it leaving his right side in constant state of oozing. He hadn't been able to assume his true form in weeks. Now in these tunnels he was free to be his toxic self eroding everything in his path. "Ah this is wonderful Just mindless slaughter." As he slogged threw he saw it something that would forever be burned into his more for the rest of his short life.

It knew it had to defend itself moment the creature had screamed that it had activated. It knew that if it faced it in directed confrontation it would be damaged, but it also knew that using any of it's ranged weapons could do more harm then good. A course of action decided in microseconds it's primary melee weapons extended from it's elbows a slight vibration hum filled the empty space the blades curving foreword following the path of the arms to hands.

Caustier looked at it as the dark orange organic armor extended it's sonic swords. At range Caustier knew he'd stand no chance but, in close quarters like this he had the advantage. Charging foreword he hammered his fists together bringing the down from above only for the unit to slice his hands off. Caustier was far from stupid in this muck his hands would regenerate in mere minutes the unint wasn't so lucky as the toxic nature corroded the sonic sword breaking it off. "Not so easy in close quarters is it?"

The unit analyzed the situation realizing it didn't have much height to work with but it risked it anyway. Leaping over the creature it used it's one good sonic sword to slice open a crack in the ceiling dropping it on Caustier with minimal structural damage to itself or the surrounding area. Already it realized the creatures toxic body was corroding the masonry away. It's ranged weapons where starting to look like a more effective method even as it searched it's hosts brain for alternatives.

Caustier was angry and it showing as his skin began to bubble releasing noxious fumes as it corroded the masonry off his body. "When I'm free I'll kill you." He could see the unit setting up for something a shimmer was around it. Was the unit that crazy to try a ranged attack in enclosed space was it willing to risk hundreds of lives just for it's own survival. The he watched as the unit swung it's sword and the shimmer suddenly disappeared. "What was that? Your attempt at modern dance?" The Caustier vision split the right side of his body falling at a forty-five degree angle while the rest of his body splashed foreword.

The unit surveyed it's work having used the gravity control orb to generate a gravity lens to which it could create a vibration vacuum with the sonic sword, across several feet of the wall a crack at the same angle had been created on the wall. Checking it's host the unit noted the host was healed and would need rest. Climbing out of the toxic environment it located a suitable rest area and shut down.

Malefic wasn't stupid not by any means which was why attacking the host while he was a sleep would trigger a threat response from the unit and after what it did to Caustier he was in no mood to give it a go. Turning tail he quickly found a means out of the sewer before taking out a cell phone. "The unit has been activated, unfortunately no a mutant was the one who bonded to it. No I didn't see any change the automated threat response had activated. Understood I will return immediately."

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Chocolate yep, that was only thing he could think about he could already taste it on his lips even if his world was completely utterly black. He could hear things voices all around him all talking like it was threw some type of foam. Running water that was the only other sound he could hear but, the smell that assaulted him was methane he adored that smell it reminded him of his prototype fuel pack that he had built for his freshman science fair project. It took a moment before he realized what was wrong with his eyes he couldn't help but, let out a cackle.

"He's waking up."

Opening his eyes they adjusted to low light "Amara you got any chocolate?" Pyro grinned sitting up in the cot that had been set aside for him.

She wanted to cry she wanted hug him for being alive but, most of all she wanted to smack him for making her worry that he wouldn't survive. So as a consolation prize she did all three smacking him across the face then tearing up as she hugged him. "You stupid fire bug don't you dare scare me like that again."

His face ached like someone had taken a red hot poker and jabbed him in the shape of hand on his left cheek. That didn't matter though he had his Brazilian beauty hugging him and he was largely feeling good. Wrapping his arms around her he brushed some of her out of the path of the tears." It's okay Sheila we got all the time in world. I'm gonna treat ya to some ice cream."

Professor Ren stepped back looking at the back of Pyro's neck he could see them two small bumps. "you boy are either very lucky or very unlucky though I guess it depends of perspective." Rubbing his thumb against his fingers a fine silk formed as he flicked his wrist using it to pull a chair over. "Those creatures the Zoanoids I stole something from them."

Spike clenched his fist extending from his back hand spike emerged smoldering with heat. "You put us in danger by stealing something? You better have a good reason."

"Oih is that fire." Raising his hand the embers at the end of the spike ignited into full fledged flame curling up Spike's arm. So intently watching the fire he didn't notice a silk line attach to his back nor did he notice spike simply ignoring the flames.

"Alright flame brain like this actually hurts." Spike watched as the flames pull away from his arm and shoulder forming into a small crow landing safely on Pyro's fingers. "That's a new trick, You've never been able to touch it before, shape it yeah but that."

Jerking on the line Ren forced Pyro to sit the sudden jolt dissipating the crow. "Mr. Allerdyce had an encounter with what is called a Guyver unit. The reader digest version is symbiotic organism has bonded to him altering his biological structure to his benefit. It's a weapon system created for culling the human race. Mind you I can't tell you the full story mostly because I don't know who originally created them."

"That was blunt to the point."

Taking his hand Ren patted Pryo on head causing him to look up cross eyed at the researcher. "I'd rather be blunt on this before you ask girl, I can't remove the organism. At least not safely as if try to remove it one of two thing would happen. It could react and try and kill me, second if I destroy the control orb it will go into a dormant state again though the users DNA would be purged killing him in effect. The only safe way to remove it would be with the unit remover.

Amara watched as Pyro took out one of his lighters using the flames to write out words taking the shapes like on the covers of various books she read. "Where can we get the unit remover?"

Humming slightly Ren closed his eyes. "First you would have to walk into the Chronos corporation make past armed guards and several very skilled and powerful Zoaniods. Once past those odds you have to face down some Hyper Zoaniods whom you might class as Omega reality warpers. After taking them you will have to face the leader if the other can shape planets he can shape entire universes with a thought. Once you've beaten him the unit remover is yours."

"Sounds like fun!" Pryo grinned standing up.

"Sit down captain insane." Ren forced Pryo back down. "All I can offer is a warning and some training. I know the weapons and systems of a guyver unit. As to the warning they won't stop they will purge the system and give it to someone they can control."

"You're a bowl of sunshine and rainbows." Retracting his spike, Spike looked out of the make shift medical tent. "So your saying they won't stop. I have one question how do you know so much about this Chronos Corporation."

"Up till short time go I used to work for them."

"I've seen this movie, you die!" Pyro cackled pointing at Ren. "The mentor always dies halfway in! or Sooner even!"

"Boy your not helping your case in this matter," popping his fingers Ren put his hand on top of Pyro's head patting him like a puppy. "Now if you all would care to take seat I'll start fro the beginning."

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The highway was littered with the normal traffic of the day something he was very used to b y this point even as he flicked open the lid of his lighter. Hanging from his mouth was a cigarette already lit. Behind him then engine of the cherry red Mustang hummed. Flicking the lighter closed he put it in his pocket as a nondescript car pulled in front his. He watched with mild amusement as Malefic was tossed unceremonious tossed into the highway and scramble to try and get out of the path of oncoming traffic. "In this age of cellphones, smart phones and texting road rage seems to be at an all time high don't you."

Stumbling to his feet Malefic placed his hand the hood of the mustang to pull himself up only to burn his hand so he settled for leaning against the tire. "We failed to retrieve to the unit and Ren is still alive."

The man rolled his eyes adjusting his jacket. "That much is obvious." Taking a drag from his cigarette he stood next to fallen Malefic. "you know I picked this bad habit from one of my younger brothers, smoking I mean, He said I needed something to in his words get control of my temper. I suppose it's the nicotine or maybe the tar."

Malefic looked at his scorched palms. "why are you tell me this?" He listened as the nondescript car that he had been inside drove off. "Let me guess for a failure You're going to execute me."

The man snorted flicking the ashes from his cigarette onto the ground. "Hardly, I'm not going to lay a finger on you. Though, I do have a question for you." He looked down at Malefic. "Do you know the name of the host of the unit?"

"I trailed them after I was sure the self defense system wouldn't activate and kill. They took refuge with the mutants known as Morlocks and they called him Pyro."

"Interesting, " Walking past Malefic stepping over him he stepped up to his car door. "Take care of yourself." Opening the door he got in the car slamming the door shut. Once inside he took out his lighter again flicking the flint igniting the flame. Down the road a Semi cut off a small SUV causing the driver to try and pass the giant.

Malefic felt the Mustang pull foreword forcing him to stand up watching as the Cherry red car pull away. Looking at the license plate he read it out loud not noticing as the Semi driver angry with the Suv driver nudged the semi off the main road. "CNQUST1 Conquest?"

In his rear view mirror the man watched as the semi overturned as massive pile up in sued. Pressing the touch screen on his phone he placed it on speaker before placing it in the passenger seat. "Famine this one of your older brothers speaking I do believe I found an old friend of yours by the name of Pyro. I'd first crack at him."

A wheezing voice on the other end of the line spoke. "The one, who, burned, my flesh," the voice continued to wheeze with each word. "I should, Thank him, Because of him, I am more, He is, mine."

"I'll give you what's left." Reaching over he ended the call. "This seems like to much of a personal thing for you little brother." Taking his hand as he drove down the road he twisted the knob on his classic radio tuning in life in fast lane by Eagles. "Always liked this song."

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The asteroid dinner was in full swing as Remy Lebeau pulled in for a bite to eat. It wasn't the most famous diner in the state let alone the county, it did have one thing that was going for it. That thing was the lemon custard pie which was the best in in country as far as he was concerned. Climbing off his bike he quickly made his way inside. Sauntering up to the counter he slid on the stool and wasn't long before the sixty year old waitress came up to him asking for his order. "I'll have me some lemon custard."

"You think I would want to marry you," Remy knew that tone as he turned around he saw a woman dump a cup of coffee on a man's crotch. "You couldn't support a dog let alone me." He watched as the man now angry grabbed the woman by her hair jerking her out of the booth. Remy about to responded turning on the charm hears the cook screaming at one of the waitresses who slams his face onto the counter. All around him the acts of aggression continue to pile up.

Outside the diner a cherry red mustang rolled into the parking lot. Cutting the engine of the muscle machine the driver climbed out he watched as someone came crashing threw the window slamming into the hood of his car. "Someone's got an arm." Flicking his cigarette onto the man's chest he walks up the ramp into the diner.

Normally Remy wouldn't hit a woman far from it actually but, this time he made exception as he smashes his bow staff into her face. He doesn't take the time watch her fall as the cook comes up behind him with a meat cleaver. Reacting quickly he slams his bow staff's end into the cook's gut before twisting around smacking the cook in the right shoulder bringing the staff around his back striking the left arm forcing the cook to drop the cleaver. Swinging the staff downward he generated a kinetic shockwave knocking back the staff and patrons of the diner.

War stepped through the threshold of the broken front door at the same time stepping over an unconscious body. Glass crunching under his feet as he approached the counter opening the refrigerated display case grabbing a plate of pie just as the form of an old woman came crashing into the case. He watched amused as the old woman rolled off the counter pulling out a pair of sowing needles from her purse. He rolled out of the way as an old man charged the old woman swinging his wooden cane.

Free and clear for the moment flared out his trench before sitting down on the unconscious body of the cook. "You caused me a lot of trouble moni'me." Retracting his staff he placed it back inside the sleeve inside his jacket lining. "Y'all got some strange ideas."

"I couldn't agree," War sliced into his piece of pie ducking as the old man's cane missed it's target. "more."

Flicking his wrist Remy produced a card the queen of diamonds charging it with kinetic energy he tossed it between the old couple. Once it reached it's intended target between the couple the card exploded in an invisible shockwave knocking the pair to ground unconscious. "Who are you,"

"Amused," He spun around in the stool facing the mutant. "Really I am. Not many people can shield themselves from my psionic ability." Taking a piece of pie from his fork he put it in his mouth chewing on it before swallowing it. "Before you ask I'm not mutant. Then again mutants aren't the only ones with psychic abilities."

"You caus'n this?" Below Remy the cook began to stir forcing him to knock him out again. "Could be so kind as stop."

"Why? I mean seriously I do enjoy a good bit violence. I suppose that's why I so enjoyed the Vikings, rape, pillage, destroy all of that. The Gladiatorial games of the holy roman empire where favorite mine as well. Pity I couldn't get Nero to do more always fighting me I suppose that's why I had to burn it." He looked directly at Remy his silver eyes staring as though directly into Remy's soul. "Though as a petty thief most this if not all is going over your head."