The blood drained from Crimson's face as she stared into the wicked eyes of a person that she had thought to be her companion, even her friend. But Disaster was definitely not the same person she had been, or had pretended to be before. Her black hair wove around her head and seemed to resemble serpents, poised for attack.

Crimson opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a weak strangled cry, leaving her mouth open, like the entrance to a cave.

Disaster, (Crimson still thought of her as that, even though she was obviously changed) smirked down into Crimson's face, and it was the first time that Crimson noticed how perfect her skin looked. No imperfections, no blemishes. Disaster seemed to notice.

Reaching her pale hands up to her face for the second time, although this occasion she placed them on the sides of her perfect face. Crimson could hear a small whisper, like the sound of steam escaping from an open kettle, and then the face gave away. Her eyes opened in repulsion as two eyeballs, their irises totally black, were revealed along with a pulsating brain that had many multicoloured wires protruding from its purple membrane.

Crimson wanted to gag, to throw up in revulsion, but she found herself immobile under the stare of the black eyes.

Finally Disaster placed the porcelain mask back on, veiling the horrors that lay below.

"I was a killjoy once, like you," the robot spoke, although its voice had changed back to Disaster's, "But they caught me, and changed me into this. Something beautiful. A beautiful disaster,"

"So you've been spying on us the whole time?" Crimson found her voice, "Why? What's so special about us?"

The robot didn't speak, but merely walked over to Flame's side, placing its china hand on her purple hair. If Crimson could move, she would have flung herself at the robot. How dare it touch her best friend?

"There is much you don't know about your friend," the robot spoke softly, staring down at Flame's scarred face, "Very much indeed,"

Crimson had no idea what the android was talking about. Flame was a remarkable person, no doubt, but for there to be something extraordinary about her that none of the others had noticed? It seemed very far fetched.

"What's so special about her?" Crimson's voice was quivering, "What's so special about her that you had to go to such great lengths just to bring her back to life?"

"In 2011, there was a foretelling that a woman with a name of fire would become the most powerful being on earth, for better or worse. As soon as Korse heard of the prophecy, he began searching for this woman, hoping to make her an ally, so they could rule the world together. But the fires got in the way. Having survived the inferno, Korse conceived BL/ind, a company to rule all companies, in the hope that this woman would be found. Little did they know that at the time, it was a girl of seventeen. Korse heard the young girls parents refer to her as 'Flame'. Korse had a feeling that this was the woman, the one to change everything.

"But something went wrong. The girl witnessed her parents change into Draculoid Units. She exterminated five Draculoid's with a stolen ray gun and fled Battery City. How she survived for the first years, no one is certain. But then she met up with you.

"We had had tabs on you ever since we executed your sister. So when we saw someone running with you issued under the name Flame, we immediately perked up. Could this really be the girl who had escaped so long ago?

"But we lost you again. A mix up on a Draculoid's part. He was taken care of immediately.

"Then we exterminated the Fabulous Killjoys, the most wanted group of beings on the planet, second only to Flame. Korse took Party Poison, hoping to instead make him his partner to rule the world.

"We had left Battery City after the battle, knowing that too many Killjoys would show up and out number us. Korse left by car, taking along a little souvenir."

"Party Poison," Crimson whispered, her voice laced with malice.

"Exactly," the robot continued, "Korse thought that if he couldn't have Flame, he could at least have the second most wanted person.

"But then who showed up at the scene? None other than two girls that went by the names Synthetic Flame and Crimson Pixie. Korse was about to send a whole league of Draculoid's after you two, but then things took a change for the worse.

"One of the Fabulous Killjoys had not been exterminated. The Kobra Kid remained alive, and had on him a secret liquid remedy that could bring anyone back from the dead. You brought the Fabulous Killjoys back to life and set off in search of Party Poison.

"So Korse sent me. Wasn't it convenient that I would have set up a bonfire far too large and far too near a Draculoid Occupation Unit without being seen? It was a trap, to lure you to me. And you caught the bait just perfectly. Flame was once again in our grasp.

"So don't you understand?" the robot no longer looked down at Flame, but her black eyes had traveled upwards, fastening themselves on Crimson's face, "It was never about the Fabulous Killjoys. Only Flame. It was always about Flame."

And Crimson did understand. Something was going to happen when the woman who lay in front of her woke from her slumber, and whatever it was, it was going to change the world forever. Synthetic Flame could save them all from everything.

Or annihilate the world as they knew it.