Location: Banshee Base #1827

Time: ?

After a few hours of researching and getting answers by...other means, Flame had finally pinpointed the location of his friend, Nitro, who had been kidnapped by the Banshees. An operating base just off the Angel Island coast. Flame was determined to get his friend. This was it. Whatever they had done to him, they'll pay for it. And if he was dead...

Flame thrust his arms out, letting a barrage of fire emerge from his emerge, burning the entrance door to nothing. As Flame walked in, he tripped an alarm. A loud noise blared throughout the base, alerting every Banshee in the building. Flame proceeded to make his way through the base, before reaching a dead-end: a group of Banshees were now in front of him, armed and ready. Flame smirked.

"Bring it on, scumbags." Flame shot out another barrage of fire at the group of Banshees, sending them flying across the room. He shot a fire ball right through one of the Banshees chest, ending it. He created a tornado of flames with his arms, taking another approaching group of Banshees out. He turned and saw a Banshee with a sword approach him, swinging at him. The attack sent Flame back, piercing his skin, causing a gush of blood to cover his torso. Flame became angry, his body heating up as he sent a bolt of fire at the Banshee with the sword, taking him out. Flame proceeded through the base, blasting anyone in his way with fire.

Flame reached a large room, looking around. At the far end of the large room, he saw Nitro being held in a box, hooked to a weird machine. Flame sighed of relief, but knew he still had to rescue Nitro. He saw someone next to the box as well. This Banshee looked a little different from the rest. The Banshee whistled, as a group of other Banshees emerged seemingly from the ground, now blocking Flame's way to his friend. Flame just smirked, shaking his head. "That's gonna stop me, hmm?"

Proog stood on the other side of the room, arms crossed, only a group of Banshees between him and this burning Mobian. Proog admired the fight of the Mobian, of all Mobians that have been rising up in the wake of this invasion. But he still knew it was pointless, the Banshee takeover would be successful either way. Proog stepped into the box quickly, picking up a gun and pointing it at Nitro's head, waiting.

Flame shouted in the air, "FIRE FURY!" an unlimited amount of fire began to emerge from his body, engulfing every Banshee around him, creating what could only be described as a fire storm. Flame listened to the screams of the dying Banshees, a sense of relief coming over him. The storm calmed as Flame looked across the room seeing...

Nitro, with a gunshot wound in his head.

Dead.

A bloody mess in the clear box.

Flame's eyes shot up in shock, in horror. It took him a few seconds to process the image he was seeing before his eyes. The Banshee who shot him had a wicked smile on his face, before exiting the room by going through the floor.

Flame slowly made his way to the box.

He climbed inside.

"No..." Flame picked up Nitro's wasted body, holding him.

Images of the past came into Flame's head. The first time they met. The first adventure they went on. The double dates. The celebrations.

"NO..."

Tears poured out of Flame's eyes as he dropped to his knees, defeated. He couldn't do it. He couldn't save his friend. His best friend, his brother, is dead. It's because of him.

All Flame could do was weep over his fallen friend.