"Say, your new in town, ain't 'cha?"

Jet grinned as the young woman moved her finger gingerly along his arm. "Yeah, just got in this morning." He downs a mug of ale. "So, what about you?"

"Been here a year. Never seen a man quiet as handsome as you."

"Heh. Of course not, you never seen me before."

"Hey!" A burly man grabbed Jet's shoulder and spun him around. "What are you doing with me girl?"

"I'm not your girl Rex!" The woman protested.

Jet simply grinned. "I was just talking, really."

"Just talking?" rex questioned sarcastically. "Just talking my ass!" With a quick hit Jet is sent to the floor of the tavern. The woman protesting only to be smacked.

Jet stands with blood on his lip. "You idiot. To hit me?" Jet moves to hit the man, but notices that something's wrong. His body was moving much slower than it really should. He used to be fast. He recalled that much. Why was he so slow that by the time he moved a man that's twice his size has already hit him in the gut? "Shit! What…the Hell? My legs?"

"Don't make excuses!" With that Jet was sent across the floor and to the door. With a simple toss Jet was out on the street. "Don't mess with me or my girl again!"

Jet lied flat on his back watching the night sky. Why was he so weak? He used to be so good! Now, he was just normal. He takes up his ARM and kicks the door open. Aiming at Rex. "I won't take this!" He pulls the trigger, and nothing. "What? I loaded this thing in the afternoon! What,"

A laugh broke his concentration. "Don't ever pull an ARM on me again." With that Rex shoots Jet's shoulder leaving a minor injury, and kicks the young man out into the street, again, flat on his back.

"Shit! What the Hell!" Nothing worked for him now. He was normal. He was just an average guy. Something he always thought he wanted to be. If he's normal, and average, what about that messiah? Was that, where all of his power went?

"Jet?" Virginia walked into the ruins cautiously.

"Who calls my name?" And sure enough, Jet walked out to meet her.

"You had me worried!" She berated as she rushed over to meet him. "What was the big idea running off like that?"

"I'm sorry, who are you? Pheh. Who cares? You are just an insect when it all comes to the grand scheme of things. Stay out of my way human. It is a wise warning to follow." Jet sternly said as he walked into a hall where many had gathered. Their cheers welcoming him.

"Jet leads a cult now?" Virginia wondered as she followed.

"Why are you still here? Do you, want to worship me like these idiots?"

"Why do they worship you?"

"Do you really want to see?" He grinned.

"Yes, most definitely." She said with all seriousness.

"Watch me then." He went over to a wall and placed his hand upon it. A hole opened in the ground nearby and water came flowing out. "I can make water where I desire it to be."

"That, that doesn't make sense Jet."

"You call me Jet? Why do you talk like I'm a peer? I am not to you." He said in disgust.

"But, we're friends? Right? Don't you remember fighting Beatrice and all of that?"

"Beatrice?" He wondered. "Such trivial things do not matter to me."

"So, you're not Jet at all then?"

"I assure you, I am the one and only Jet. There is no replacing me. I was made by the council of seven. A sample of Filgaia."

"But, how can you know that, if you don't know even me?" She wondered.

"Do you wish to help my desire? To, 'aid' those who live on Filgaia?"

"No."

"You don't?"

"I doubt that you actually want to aid Filgaia. And, you're not Jet are you? Not the Jet I know. You may look the part, but even he is not so cold."

Jet smacks her sending her to the floor. "Don't say such blasphemy! I could kill you now, but, instead I think I'll use you as a sacrifice at the ceremony tonight. Yes, a young virgin is the best choice." With a laugh he steps on the chocolate brown haired girl.

Another man stepped on Jet and kept on walking. He really should get off the ground. With a great deal of strength he stands and brushes off the dirt on his clothes. He did not realize it, but his clothes were different too. He no longer had his black shirt and brown coat with scarf. No, he just had a normal black coat, and a white button-up shirt. His coolness level went soaring down. Why did he wake up the way he did? Without his hair. Without his clothes. With Virginia ignoring him. He actually, was starting to miss her.

"I'm, no one now? No one important now that I'm the same as anybody else."

He looked south to the ruins. "I have to go there."