Jazzerman here, I do not own any of these characters, they are owned by their respected companies, blah, blah, blah. You've heard this sht before. I DO own Jonny, Nathan, and May Wily. If you'd like to use them in a fic, just tell me.

But I do own this story.

A Wily tale, the beginning.

Part 2

"Hey mom... Where are we going?" Jonny asked as he got into the back seat of their car.

May looked back from the passenger seat to give her son a kind smile. "We're just going to the hardware store. Your father needs some new tools on some important lesson at the university."

Jonny nodded and buckled himself in, and waved good bye to Constance as they drove off.

The buildings passed by quickly as they drove, nearly no one was out this late so they saw no other traffic and almost no one on the streets.

Jonny looked out the car window. The night sky was nearly here but no stars could be seen yet. There where a few dark clouds in the sky and Jonny hoped there wouldn't be any lightning. He didn't like thunderstorms.

Jonny's attention was suddenly shaken back to reality when he felt the car come to a stop. He had ridden many times to the hardware many times with his father and mother. He knew that there was no way that they had gotten there so fast.

Nathan rolled down his window and a group of men circled the car. None of them looked too friendly. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, we've been waiting fer you. Get out of the car." No sooner had the man had finished his sentence as both driver and all three passenger doors where jerked open and the men quickly overpowered Nathan and May and got chains around their necks and tightened them so the couple could barely breath.

One of the men revealed a lead pipe and hit Nathan on the knees with it. A loud crack could be heard only a brief second before Nathan let out an agonized scream. From the jagged feeling in his legs Nathan could bet that his knees where either broken or shattered. Regardless, Nathan was no longer able to stand and fell to the ground. This man didn't discriminate because another crack was heard followed by a sharp cry from May as she hit the ground.

One of the more muscular attackers had grabbed the now terrified six year old and was now holding his head tightly so that he could only look at his parents.

"Don't you dare hurt him!" May choked out as she struggled against the men who held the chains around her neck.

"I think your 'spawn' is the least of your worries right now." The man who held May's chain said as he gave it a yank, causing her to gag for air and cling to her neck in an attempt to help herself breath.

"What is wrong with you people? We never did anything to you!" Jonny protested. Only to received the same treatment as his wife.

"It's not so much as what you've done." One of the men said as he spat in Nathan's face. "It's what you MAY do. Maybe with his family gone Dr. Wily will realize you can't bully us good decent folk around."

Jonny managed to jerk his head out of the man's grasp and bite the man who was holding him on the wrist. The taste of sweat wasn't a pleasant thing but at the time it was the last thing on his list of important things. The man let out a growl, grabbed the young boy by his shirt collar and threw him to the hard asphalt. Wherein he then proceeded to kick the child with his hard leather shoes.

"Who are you and why are you doing this?" May cried, she couldn't stand to see her son being struck. What decent parent could?

"We told your damn husband to stop following old man Wily's footsteps." One of the men said as he sneered down at May. "So now we're here to make sure that he doesn't."

Nathan and May struggled as much as they could but the chains that where wrapped around their necks.

The reason for why they been dragged over to the street corner was made clear when the other end of the chains where flung over the street sign and Nathan and May where drug into the air. Nathan and his wife began to violent thrash about trying to get their metal link nooses off their necks but their own weight was working against them. Their struggled chokes and gasps sent waves of sorrow through the small child who now so terrified his legs no longer worked. He was just hanging from where the man was holding him. Tears streaming from his eyes.

This wasn't enough for the attackers. Not by a long shot. Three of the attackers produced cans of gasoline from various hiding places and began to douse both the car and the young couple that hung from the street sign.

Nathan and May knew what was next and now where in a state of total panic. The chains where bad enough but the fumes of the fuel where making it too much for them to breath. Even when they managed to get a small breath in they immediately choked it back out.

One of the men took an old metal Zippo style lighter out and looked up at the couple. Making eye contact for the first time since the attack.

The man smirked and cracked his neck. "I'd just like to say... It's been a blast."

With that he lit the lighter and brushed the young couple's shoes. Their gasoline soaked clothes where ablaze in an instant. Their agonized cries echoed throughout the night streets.

The man that had held Jonny before jerked him up and made him look as his parents burst into flames. Jonny tired to shut his eyes but he just couldn't, he was just too stricken with shock to do so. The man how held him grinned wickedly. He was getting a kick out of mentally scarring the grandson of Dr. Wily. "See kid? That's what the wicked deserve. Swift and brutal justice."

Jonny's face was stained with dirt and tears as he was forced to watch as the hanging form's cries and struggles slowly faded away inside the flames.

Satisfied, the burly attacker that held Jonny from behind smacked the small boy's head against the hard asphalt and just for kicks took his knife and began to beat and cut at the six year old. Then finished by giving the kid a slice across the chest.

The violent gang began to disperse as rain began to fall, washing away the blood and causing the fires to die down. A few of the offending attackers kicked the small boy as they left him for dead. All of them under the delusion that they had done something good for the city. Meanwhile Jonny just lay there bleeding.

To be continued...