Dr.Everyone's Metamorphosis

Dr.Everyone crashed through the glass window of a building. He got up and saw a wide eyed little girl looking at him. She wasn't a hero, wasn't related to any of his enemies. Just an innocent little girl in the wrong place at the wrong time. He grabbed her by the neck and spread fire down his arm towards the girl while he walked back towards the window he crashed through.

Dr.Everyone's eyes darted open and he sat up. He looked around. He had collapsed on the rooftop of a building.

"I must have blacked out."

Then the Doctor remembered the visions he had been having. The reason he flew away from Queens and the Assault. His memories were returning. And they were memories he did not like. Memories of him doing terrible things to animals, to people. Thing we would never do. They were just wrong. But his blackout dream was the worst. He knew how that dream ended in reality, what he had done. He'd seen it too many times. But now he knew it was him that had done those things. He was a mass murderer, and he only killed innocent people. And he remembered why he did it. And that part stung his soul most of all. He had done it out of no reason besides madness.

Doctor Everyone feel forward, kneeling on all fours. He began to sob, the tears hitting his mask and pooling. His stomach felt uneasy.

[i]"Why would I do this? How could I do this. What kind of person could do those things to other people?"

Then he ripped off his mask and threw up on the ground, emptying everything in his stomach. Even after that he still felt like throwing up, like his stomach didn't even like him anymore. Dr.Everyone kept on weeping, on all fours over a puddle of his own puke and tears. He didn't even stop when he heard a familiar voice calling for him.

"Doc? Where are you Doc?"

"Doc? Where are you Doc?" Phoenix shouted through the streets of New York. With a large leap, Andrew made his way to the rooftops for a better view. Once up on top, he found his old friend in a puddle of puke and tears. "You know, If I used people like you did, I'd throw up too." Andrew said harshly. He was happy he found his friend, but now it was time for some QNA's. Using nearly full power, he created a wall around them of fire. Burning at 6000 degrees very few things would be coming in or out of there. "So what was it all for why did you use me? I trusted you Darkf.. Doctor Everyone. It all came out during the Assault. Where were you? Leaving me and Volt to die, that's where." Andrew was starting to get upset now that he knew that Doc wasn't dead. Looking at his old friend with such disgust, he couldn't help but feel bad. The Doctor was crying like a child and on all fours. Phoenix in fact had a heart so the harshness began to subside. "So what happened man?" Andrew asked starting to become friendlier and calmer with his old friend. The wall of fire burning down to a small circle around them. Breathing in and out, the fire seemed to rise an fall with his breath. "I feel I've done enough talking. Why don't you start answering some questions." Andrew to Fredrick.

Andrew looked up at the cloudy sky. Rain wasn't falling yet, but it looked like at any moment the skies would open up. The wind was picking up and it blew Phoenix's hair around. The city seemed empty, cold, and barren. After the assault a lot of things changed. New groups stepped from the woodwork, heroes dead, villains gone. It was an awful event to say the least. Wondering on how deeply it actually effected people made Andrew a little upset, but he had done his best in the assault. Looking Down in Doc's eyes he saw something different. Something less morbid and evil. Something more like he was. It seemed the beast was beginning to become a man once more. Throwing up was a sure sign he felt sick about something. All these thoughts shooting through Andrew's head like fireworks.

Dr.Everyone just sat there on all fours, silent. He felt the heat around him from the fire, he felt it as it died down. He heard every word Andrew stabbed him with, and continued to listen as the words became less sharp.

The answers the the questions spun around his head along with his memories of murder and horrible acts. Images of himself massacring people as a little girl went around eating the remains burned his eyes. Combined, the answers and memories, the sum of all these things he had buried deep in his mind, finally blew up. He let out a roar and flew fifty feet into the air. In the blink of an eye he let out a blast of fire (which touched nothing but himself) that was so hot it melted his fireproof outfit. He fell back to the roof on all fours, crying. His outfit was now covered in burn holes, his white lab coat blackened by the fire. The patches of his skin that shown from the holes in his clothes were on fire, though the fire did not hurt him.

"I used you to get what I wanted....money...a rise in crime. And of course I left you and Volt to die..it's what I do. I'm a murderer! A COLD HEARTLESS MURDERER! I don't hesitate to murder children! Why would I hesitate to play mindgames with you and leave you for dead with my ex-employee Volt?!"

What he said was a mix of truth and lies, lies he mixed in on purpose. He hated himself. So much so he wished only for death.

"I guess the assault weakened me. So your lucky. You can kill me here and now and be a hero. I'm sure the government will pay you a lot for killing me. Hell, Pain will probably give you something. So just kill me! Kill the man that played you, put drugs he lied about into your body! That almost got you killed!"

Dr.Everyone's head drooped.

"It's not even like killing a person...it's like stepping on a cockroach. Just do it and your done."

"You're not a cockroach Doc." Andrew said his voice stern and reassuring. "I don't know if you got the memo, but I don't kill. I'm a hero Doc. I save lives, instead of taking them. Something you have every opportunity to do yourself. You still have time on this world to make a difference. If you just fall over and die, you failed." Phoenix couldn't stand to see another man on all fours sobbing like a small child, especially someone close to him. "Look, regardless of your motives, you saved me. You can try and make yourself feel bad, and blame it on the evil all you want. I know that deep down you aren't the monster the world makes you think you are. You have full capability to do what's right here." Andrew said putting his hand on the Doctor's shoulder.

After his long pep-talk, he took his hand off the man's shoulder and turned to the destroyed city. "This is what not taking action gets you. This is what being a monster gets you. This is not the life you want is it?" Andrew asked very calmly. The wind blew through Andrew's hair, causing it to mess up a bit. "Now come back with me to the Talon's base. Let me help you get yourself back together and put your life in place." Andrew said with a wide smile. Rain clouds were coming in over the two of them, and thunder could be heard in the near distance. "Now let's get out of here, it's the first day of the rest of your life."
Calling for "The Bird" he turned and looked up at the sky once more. "Things are changing around here." he said confidently. "I'm going to be the hero this city needs."

Andrew heard his words and shut his eyes. His genius mind was in all out chaos. So many different feelings thrashing around, different parts of him taking different stances on what to do. But one part of him agreed with Andrew. Two actually. His heart, and the logical part of his brain. And together those two parts took manual control of his inner voice and were not quiet about their stance.

"What Andrew is saying is right. If I die all the things I have done don't just go away. They are then cemented and can no longer be changed. If I die, then genocide is the legacy I leave behind. But if I were to become a hero, even though nobody would trust such a change, I could do enough good to morally undo the things I have done."

Dr.Everyone stood up and looked at the smoke and destruction that filled New York. It was almost as bad as Chicago was that horrible day.

"My emotions and mind tell me that you are wrong. That the only road forward is suicide."

Dr.Everyone stepped closer to the edge of the building.

"That all the things I have done overall cannot be undone on the scales of morality. That my very breath is an affront to God."

The Doctor again walked closer to the edge.

"But those feelings and thoughts are more wrong than anything I have ever done."

Doctor Everyone turned to face Andrew.

"I have done many, many horrible, despicable, downright inhuman things in my life. But death cannot make up for them. Rather, living a better life can make up for all past acts and then some."

Dr.Everyone began to levitate into the air, fire surrounding his feet.

"The world is not my enemy, I see that now. Though the world will still hate me, it is not my enemy. My past self is my enemy. And I must right all of his wrongs. And I will begin to do as much by accepting your offer, Andrew. But first I have something to announce."

He then flew into the air at full speed, a bright trail of blue fire following right behind him. His mind calculated every twist and turn needed to do what it was he wanted to do. He flew around in lines and circles and by the time three minutes had passed, he was flying back to the rooftop. He landed next to Andrew and pointed to the sky.

Written there in the sky, in blue fire that contrasted the storm clouds more than anything, were words that read "I, DR.EVERYONE, AM ALIVE AND WELL".

"Let's go to this Talon base. I imagine there will be a lot of commotion soon."

And as Dr.Everyone put his concentration into the fiery message, it continued to burn. He'd let it burn for an hour or so, to make sure that his message was spread. He didn't want a soul to no know that he was really alive. And soon enough, they'd all know that he was a hero and sorry for his past. But that didn't mean they'd believe him.

"And before you stick your neck out to help me, Andrew, there's something you should know. I am the man that was behind the fire years ago that burnt down half of Chicago. I imagine that people will still be sore about that."