Brandon's Story - Columbus Explosion.

Brandon:
The night air was calm. No clouds in sight, a beautiful night for looking up at the stars. And that's what he just did. Brandon's black hair flowered in the cool wind that was running through the streets. It was around 2 am, most likely everyone would be asleep. He'd take a deep breath and stretch his arms, putting them behind his head. "Well, I guess this city would do, too bad it's so far away from everything.." He'd look around for a moment before resting both of his hands on the concrete. Closing his eyes as he'd take another deep breath, the heat that his body was beginning to produce caused the sleeves on his jacket to burn quickly, even though it was specially made. Blue sparks popping in and out of reality as his eyes would glow a bright blue, before the silence that once filled the air was interrupted by screams, the screams of everyone in a 15-mile radius as a giant wall of flames would be produced by Brandon, it melting everything that was in a 1-mile radius of him and beginning to scorch everything that was even further away, it was a giant blue flash of light as the flames would begin to pour over everyone and everything, the ones that were farther away would begin to start to melt, having the skin melt off their flesh in around 2 seconds. The gas stations that were nearby this area wouldn't be much of help, causing chain explosions that went off and caused even more damage to Columbus. He kept on going though, pushing his flames to the limit before creating a 40ft tall 10ft thick layer of flames around the area. The heat inside would melt everything in a matter of seconds. "That was-- damn.. that took a lot.. of.. energy.." His right arm would begin to crisp up as he could hardly move it anymore, smiling as the flames would still be raging as he'd relax for now. Finally, he had somewhere warm to rest.

Nyzea:
'''Nyzea hadn't been fairing well the last few months. He had lost so much in such a little amount of time, after research and a few tests he had come to the conclusion he couldn't get it back. It was gone, forever the day but that didn't mean others need to succumb to the loss he had. The path he was on now may have been a hash one, but in the end, it was a necessary one. Nyzea stood on top of a hill just outside the fires reach. His main planted on the ground and his robe ruffled in the wind. The City below him was in flames, the smoke ascended to the heavens like old slaves trying to reach the privileges of the white man. Sirens were heard, the air was thick with black fog and although he could help Nyzea choose not to. He was here for something else someone else. Word had spread a mutant was the cause of all this suffering, and Nyzea decided his sins would make the perfect sacrifice. He needed innocence, sin, and saint. The first on his list to rapture was the sinner than the innocent.'''

Brandon:
Standing at the center of the giant blazing flame, as he looked around for anything left for him to eat, he regretted not getting a happy meal or at least something to eat. Finding nothing as he looked up at the black ash that covered the moonlight. Once again feeling the heat of the flames, looking down at the charred remains of the innocent people's lives he just took. "I bet you were a caring person on the outside, but deep inside I bet you were as black as you are now.." He'd kick the skull of the unknown person, it crumbling to ash.

Nyzea:
'''Nyzea tipped the brim of his hat and murmured an incantation against the flames. He walked towards the city briskly taking in the scent of death, destruction, and flames once more. The taste it left in his mouth was bitter but oh so familiar. Now as he walked through the fire it gave him a feeling renascent of T.V. stack instead of pain. His body was left unchanged and his clothes remained as they had been.'''

Brandon:
He'd be kicking the remains of hundreds of people, not wanting to stare at their barren and burnt faces, before he felt something odd about the area, looking around as he'd try and spot someone. From all the ash that he had just kicked up though, it was hard for him to spot anyone. It was hot in there.. enough to burn anyone without even touching the flames, but through Magic, it would leave anyone unharmed. He'd stare up at a melting sign before looking down at the ground once more. "Man I'm hungry.."

Nyzea:
'''Ash and flames swirled around Nyzea and so did a sense of hatred of loathing. He knew there was a father or a mother or a brother somewhere, one who had left town for various reasons. Eventually, they would return only to find nothing but ash and broken memories. Brandon had been these people's cosmic cube he had taken their lives, and for what? For pleasure? Madness? What could he possibly have to gain? Nyzea laughed piercing the sound of flames crackling in the destruction and the sirens far away.''' "How hungry would you say, my caucasian friend? I'm sure these people, which you have so kindly shown your grace to were, at a time hungry ."

Brandon:
Snapping his head toward the laugh and the voice, his teeth gritting as he gave him a smile. "Good... Someone survived. I was beginning to think that I might have burnt everyone to ash.." He'd look at the man from head to toe, judging his size and stature, if he could survive this heat.. how much more could he survive..? "You look tasty. Even if you look like.. -" He'd cut himself off midsentence.

Nyzea:
"A negro, a magician, or perhaps a pimp?" '''Nyzea waved off his statement with a brief flick of his hand. The fire still roared around them, while the ash began circling around Nyzea slowly, like a funnel. "What matters is what you delivered all these people, " He gestured towards the ash.''' "And what I'm delivering to you."

Brandon:
He'd point his right hand toward the figure before blue sparks would begin to blink into existence as his eyes glowed a bright blue color. "... I will destroy you... Just like I did the rest of these people." He'd destroy another skull of a person right under his left foot, their ash being splattered along with a little left-over blood that for some reason didn't burn all the way.

Nyzea:
"I understand what you think of your self, " Nyzea walked towards Brandon slowly and casually. "You think you're the hardest shit on the street, the one who should be feared above all. So, to fill this need for self-validation and receive the acknowledgment you so do yearn for, you kill the innocent. Which only shows how much of a pussy you truly are. You kill those who can't defend themselves because you fear, you fear people like me . I lost that sensation long ago. It's the reason I DON'T GIVE A DAMN about your child's play. These flames don't bother me, and I'm not afraid to burn on earth. Because when I die I'll gladly spend an eternity in the flames of hell, and compared to that? This is weak shit." '''Nyzea stopped until he was a few feet from Brandon. He outstretched his own iced hand and the ash swirled around Brandon. Covering him in a tornado of darkness.'''

Brandon:
"You act like you know all about me.." He'd release another explosion of flames, hoping to incinerate the man and the ashes that swirled around himself. Flames still burning on him as he stepped out of it, his eyes glowing with anger and frustration from his comments toward him. Before getting down on all fours, jetting toward the man which was just a few feet in front of him, hoping to swing his left leg into his head if the other attack didn't knock him back.

Nyzea:
'''The Blue flames surrounded Nyzea, and the static feeling that covered his body increased the tips of his hat and clothes lit on fire but stayed only at the edges. The veil of black followed Brandon and swirled around the two, the world simply comes down to a seemingly endless void of black and the occasional burst of electric blue colored flame. The attack placed on him was a good but Nyzea was better unfazed he uttered an incantation:''' "I call forth THE SHACKLES OF SHEOL!" and Brandon was instantly bound.

Brandon:
The shackles wrapped around him as he looked into the void of ash then back to DP, falling to the ground as he attempted to raise his arm up, attempting to blast him again. He just kept going, blast after blast. He didn't wanna be captured. He kept fighting. "Who the fuck are you.."

Nyzea:
'''The blue flames continued to shoot through the tornado of ash, letting in glimpses of the burning hellscape that surrounded them. Brandon continued to try and hit him but his attempts only made the bands tighten. His face was void of emotion and traces of regret. He raised his hand in a fist and the ash stopped swirling everything inside the layer of black was hushed, even the crackling of the flames stopped.''' "I'm just the guy, who can defend himself." '''With that last statement, he thrust forth his hand and the cyclone of ash rushed into the lungs of the Brandon. Soot rocks and debris with went it pouring into his body and filling his lunges.'''

Brandon:
He couldn't make a sound, the soot and debris just pouring inside his mouth as his eyes became to become teary, all the memories of his father chocking him, the skin on his body start to burn, the smell of a new burning flesh made its way throughout the area, he remembers this pain very clearly. The pain of himself burning away into ash. He just wanted others to know his pain, he just wanted someone to save him like they saved everyone else. Why was he denied such treatment..? He screamed it over in his head, over and over.. "Why.." He asked himself in his final moments as he closed his eyes. blue liquid poured from his eyes in a line of tears, before his body would begin to combust into flames, making this his final attack as a giant flash of blue light would fill Columbus once again, before another giant tornado of flames filled with the area, these ones burning a calming blue as it laying waste to everything, these flames were that of his rage he felt through his life. As he screamed a silent scream, his arms would be burned to ash, a burn mark running down both his eyes from the blue tears... He was dead as the flames ignited they died shortly after, Columbus no longer filled with the flames, almost as if gone in an instant. All that was left was Nyzea and Brandon's lifeless body.

Nyzea:
'''Nyzea clenched his teeth and got on one knee. He was surprised at the intensity of the heat and had been forced to call upon the shield of seraphim, the burst of heat that came from Brandon's dead man trigger scorched the very earth and turned Columbus-Ohio and some surrounding areas to dust. The sirens stopped, there were no sounds, no people, no birds, there was only ash and destruction. Once again, everything was gone. Getting off his knee Nyzea wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead. He reached into his robe and pulled out a nice sized Jar. Bending over he scooped the sinner's ashes into the Jar. Brandon's were electric blue and intensely hot. After filling the jar Nyzea gave Columbus's ashes one last look. Then he turned on his heels leaving the city.'''

His journey had just begone.