All that had happened, happened in a short time. Yet it was a time of great change, for the planet, and the people who lived upon its surface, above it, and below it. Dr. William Brightwell was one of those affected by the changes.
It was upon his refusal to create for G.U.N. the living vessels of elemental destruction they had wanted him to. But the head of G.U.N. was clear that a choice wasn't to be had. Do it, or rot in military prison for the rest of his life.
So faced with more loss, Dr. Brightwell agreed. But as he worked, he wondered if that had been the correct path to take. He knew what the Commander was wanting them for. And yet he worked, his heart a wretched mix of emotions ranging from self-loathing, to anger at G.U.N., fear for the world as a whole, and sadness for the beings he had to make. But make them, he did. Two boys, brothers.
The one Dr. Brightwell named Cyrus had been born first from the genetic material he had used to craft their bodies. A few moments later, and Nero was entered into the world.
Cyrus had been made to be the cooling water to Nero's raging fire. And as the two laid upon the examining table in the secret, hidden laboratory that G.U.N. had so graciously given the good doctor, it was evident that these two were opposites in the physical sense. Only later would it be shown how different they were in every other way as well.
As they laid there, Cyrus's deep blue eyes quietly took in every sight, every movement he could, while near him his brother cried and screamed. The blue eyed child turned it's head and saw his brother crying. He reached out and lightly laid a hand on his arm and looked at him with a brotherly love much beyond his years, which were not years, but minutes. Nero's red eyes looked at where the touch he felt came from. Seeing Chris for the first time, as Cyrus was seeing him, Nero stopped his crying, and calm came over him. He smiled as well as he could at the other baby laying by him. Cyrus smiled back at him, his blue eyes sparkling like light on a pool of water when the light hit them just right.
And as this happened, Dr. Brightwell watched, and was touched by something he hadn't felt in so long. Not since…he couldn't even think of her name without regret and pain. But as he watched his two boys lay there, he felt love for them, as any father would feel for his sons.
It stayed that way for a while. Unknown to the outside world, the two boys grew fast. Learned fast. Every day it seemed they got stronger. And their father watched them with all the love he had, while still keeping a close eye on them, for they were not normal mobians, these two.
They were Titans. And G.U.N. was anxious to get their hands on them.
As it happened, they came for them one day, it was a rainy, cold day as the marched towards the hidden lab. They had their orders: Capture the subjects, as they called Cyrus and Nero, and bring in Dr. William Brightwell, preferably alive if they could muster it. They quietly surrounded the area, silently waiting on their command to tell them to go forward. The order was given. They started to move forward towards their targets.
This is the point where our story takes a tragic turn.