The whole sky lit up, the way a room did when you were trying to sleep but some cruel force had decided that the best way to say good morning was to tear ever curtain in the room open, then the heat and fire rolled through as if some angry tidal wave of fire and doom.

He had been taking his laundry down to the mat down the street, not because he didn’t have a washer and dryer, but because this cute girl from the Gym apparently frequented the place, and if he saw her in the gym and they did laundry at the same place, well obviously fate wanted them to meet each other.

She had a pair of pink work out shorts with white trim, they did justice to the word short, She had some faded blue rock concert shirt on from ’92 proclaiming reunion tour in letters larger than the bands name, it was cut and flaunted a midriff that was well honed. her skin was the color of cinnamon, Her darker than black hair was pulled back into a perky pony tail. She had tall socks that went up to her thighs. And he watched the expression on her perfect face as she burned.

Fate is a funny thing about that sort of thing. Sometimes it made you think one thing, like hey you should meet a pretty girl and take her out to lunch and sometimes it had other plans, like blowing up the whole frickin world around you. His body nearly instantaneously erupted into flame and lava, the wave of heat, fire and brimstone passed him by. Everyone else within sight was erupting to. Except they didn’t stay standing, their bones melted.

MAD had failed them. Mutually assured destruction, indeed. Buildings began to collapse and all he could do was run into the intersection and hope to survive.

A building collapsed on him moments later and he started making the slow climb burning and inching his way through the rubble until his head peeked out to a different world, one made solely of flame and ash.

His first order of business was to get to the Teague estate, Make sure Mom, Dad and his countless siblings were ok. it was Teague family protocol to regroup at his grandfathers estate, his grandparents, aunts,uncles, cousins, brothers, sisters and parents the Teague family made a small army. given their predisposition to procreating and active x-genes he couldn't think of a safer group to be with. it took a couple days to get there and he didn't like what he saw along the way, groups of vandals, thugs and worse.

Still he had to carry on, make his way,he had to get to his family and couldn't stop to help anyone along the way. No one seemed to want to get in the way of the obsidian man with fire for eyes. he avoided fires, sinkholes, car wrecks, looters. and whe nhe finally got there, the place he had the most found memories in the world of was a crater... a smoking whole in the ground, the wrecake of what he assumed was a plane sending plumes so of black smoke into the sky. for days he dug and sifted through the wreckage. hoping he would find someone still alive, but he only uncovered bodies.

family members, servants, the occasional passenger from the plane worse as the days went by no one else showed. he waited three more weeks and slowly came to understand the fact that everyone he knew was deceased.

Something inside of him broke, He wept and his tears hit the ground and sizzled. slowly but surely he fashioned the rubble of his grand fathers home into a memorial, a huge pyre lit with the eruption of his flesh.

He waited until the pyre burned to ash still no one had shown. he was numb, numb to the world and all the pain it had wrought with in moments.

As the last Teague, he would have to bring honor to the name. an occasional wanderer came through and told of the tragic chaos the world was turning into. He he would on the men that preyed on the weak, he would destroy those that threw their morals out with the world they had once known, it was a tragedy.