Central Park, 9pm.

The time was five thirty in the afternoon, and he had pretty much just returned from the future, apparently. From what he could tell, he was already experiencing some changes. He was already different from these other humans, but this difference was seeming to grow larger every minute. His full potential was being unlocked, he just had to learn to control it. It was definately an oddity, the way he was feeling. The headache he had just an hour before was now completely gone, and he felt better than he ever did. What made it even better was the juicy steak he was tucking into. The middle was still red, just the way he liked it. Bleeding. Licking his lips, he finished off his plate, before paying the lady at the counter. Supplying her with a little wink as he left, he walked out of a little resturant. The first step of his great plan had now come to fruitition. Eat. Check.

Next step, was to obtain his bike. That motor was his pride and joy, and it was his way of traveling. He did everything with that bike, it was a friend to him. His best friend. It had seen the darkest days of his life, aswell as the best. It was brilliant, and he wouldn't trade it for the world. Casually walking through the streets, he immediately realized he had atleast two or three hours of walking to do. As such, he thought he may aswell enjoy it. He hadn't been to New York before today, and he was going to look at the scenery, get use to the ideal lookout spots. And there was many. Every street had atleast one place he could get to in order to scout the area, although that was made much easier due to his abilities. Yawning a little, he carried on his way as the light in the sky turned to darkness, the only light being the illuminating moon sitting without a care in the world.

Turning left, he was back at the alley. And there she was. The black, red and white bike which was his. However, there was but a small problem. 'Police line, do not cross.' Bastards. Someone had obviously found the bodies, and now there was an insignificant yellow strip blocking the way between him and his bike. It was time to let the Black Reaper have some fun. Making sure nobody was near, he placed his plain mask back upon his face, once again only showing his eye's to the outside world. Jumping up, utalyzing Rise, he landed utop the building. Definately higher than he could jump before, he wobbled a little, for the first time in a long while. sighing, he looked back down to the ground. His bike was fine, but now there was police swarming the area. He had to deal with them before they searched the bike. It was now the only thing linking him to the crime scene.

At this precise moment, there was three. Three policeman, and one Black Reaper. Looking down at the roof top he was standing on, there was paving utop here. It was a building with a riser at the top, so the power was likely to come from up there. Smirking, he stamped on the floor beneath him, the ground shattering into hundreds of pieces. As he did, the police officers looked up, but only found nothing. He had already made his move. One down, two to go. The only thing they would have noticed was one of the officers bleeding out on the floor. In a panic, they didn't call for backup, and instead tried to revive the man. Little did they know he was already dead. Methias had used one of the shattered pieces of ground to penetrate the mans head. One hit kill. Perfection.

Another moment passed, and Methias had taken his second victim. This one could be seen utop the rooftops, hanging by his jaw through an ariel. The third and final officer looked up, and immediate realized the danger he was in. Shaking, or so it seemed, he just fell to the floor, covering his eye's and hoping it would all go away. The mask looked down at him, the man not even realizing he was there. "You're not even worth killing." he said, before the roar of a motorbike could be heard getting further and further into the distance. Another two victims, another day.

Because of the earlier intrusions, Methias was now running late. He had to get to the park, and quickly. Driving at around one hundred miles per hour, he removed his mask, leaving only one hand on the bike. For many, dangerous, for him, it was just another day. Placing the mask back within his coat, he made his way to the Central park in ten minutes. It was now eight fifty five. Five minutes to spare. Not knowing the exact location on where he was suppose to meet this man, and aswell as the fact he was clearly still on his motorbike, he made sure he parked it up. After, he made his way to a bench, sat down, and looked up at the sky. Stars decorated it, giving it a little hint of mystery and beauty. Soon, everything would fall into place. Soon, he would be here.

Cide entered the real world again and happily toured New York for a bit. He went to his house for a bit. He decided he'd take a small nap and set his alarm. He had a minor nightmare during his nap when pissed him off when he woke up. He sat there in darkness for a bit before Ciro's voice filled his, their, head.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?"
"Mind your own business...I can look after myself..."

Ciro went silent after that and Cide didn't care. He got up and stretched a bit. Leaving from the window, using Rise to land safely on the ground, he began walking down the street to get to his meeting. He would be late, but he didn't care. Cide knew all he needed to know to survive, Methias didn't. No skin off his nose if Methias' decided to leave.

He arrived around nine o' five, and he had no trouble finding Methias. Nobody was in the park at this time save a few potheads and anything Cide did they would dismiss as them being high. It all worked out. "So...What do you want to know?" He sat down next to Methias. Noir came out of his back, only the spear, and he stabbed a tree repeatedly as he waited for Methias to answer him.

Leaning forwards, Methias moved his area of focus from the sky to the park before him. It was quite nice, considering the vast amount of people enjoying their drug trips. Shrugging lightly, Methias rummaged through his pockets, revealing a cigarette and lighter. He didn't smoke often, infact, he didn't even like it. But after a day like today, it just seemed right for him to have one. Four people killed, as well as some giant worm? Yeah, that was definately cigarette worthy. Sticking it into his mouth, he gradually breathed in as the lighter lit the end. The paper began to burn, revealing an incredibly hot tip. It almost looked like a piece of molten rock. Removing the cigarette, he breathed in a bit more, before blowing out a cloud of smoke. Lovely. Anyone would assume he had smoked for a while, considering the fact he didn't cough. And he had, on and off for about four years. His days as a drug dealer were behind him, but they definately had already taken their toll on the mind of this young man.

Taking in another lug, he instead decided to blow a series of circles from his mouth instead of a gas cloud. This was probably the only part about smoking he enjoyed, getting it out of his system. He didn't really do drugs, not since he was fourteen, but there was the occassional time where stress would take over. A shame, really. He didn't cope too well with stress, which was probably the reason behind his mask. It hid him from the outside world, and struck fear in the hearts of those that gazed upon him. And he loved it. Fear with such a touching emotion, and when people feared you, it made you powerful. Yes, that alone was the order of life. Those who are weak fear the strong. The strong fear themselves. Methias was no exception. He knew what he could do, and after entering Psyren, he was definately scared of what he could eventually become. The man he met earlier was stronger than him, no doubt, but after being hit with the atmosphere from Psyren, how strong would he become? He already had abilities, how much more could be unlocked?

Being lost in thought, he barely noticed the appearance of the man from earlier. Looking towards the now sitting man, he watched as Cide casually began to cut up a tree. An odd thing to do, but then again, this was quite the odd man. He was simply asked what he wanted to know, but that simply bought up more questions than this man could ever answer. "What do I want to know? You can start by answering why the hell I was given this calling card. Then you can tell me what will happen to me now i've been in that atmosphere, before actually telling me your name... So hurry up, you've got a lot to cover." he said, almost in a teasing tone, a light hint of laughter being heard within his voice. He wasn't scared of this man. Infact, for some reason, he felt as if him and this man had a connection. They shared something that many people in the world could never understand. The title of a Psichicer.

Cide's expression was one of a lack of interest. He shifted his blue eyes over to Methias and smiled. "Why were you given a card? Because you're a worthless pawn, that's why. Nemesis Q, our ever vigilant employer, doesn't care for our safety. He...she...it cares for it's own goals and achievements. Us? We're just people who have something it found useful." The spear Noir retracted from the tree before it would fall over and be began to hack away at another tree. He seemed to disregard the other questions, but he was actually just thinking of a proper answer. He sighed, unable to come up with an answer that pleased him.

"I assume you have your card...Take it and put it to your forehead. You're not apart of a game. All the terrorist reports that have been flooding the nation? It's all apart of this game...It's all apart of Nemesis Q..." He sighed again and began to hack at another tree. "My name is Cide...like suicide." He gave a cold grin to Methias. The scythe Noir came out as well now and gently drew it's tip up against Methias' chest cutting off the shirt and leaving him bare chested. Cide looked at his chest for a moment and smiled. "Someone's been working out..." It was as if Cide had completely forgotten about Psyren or why they were there.

Taking yet another lug of his half smoked Cigarette, he simply leant back, and listened to what this man had to say. Truth be told, he was expecting a bit more to be said. With this mans vast knowledge, he didn't seem to know that much more than Methias. But it was more nonetheless, and this information would surely be helpful. He had been given a new title this day, a 'worthless pawn'. No surprise there, it was the story of his life afterall. Since as early as he could remember, he was a pawn in a much greater conspiracy. From the days of 'Exile', from the days he spent on the streets, and even now, he was nothing more than a pawn. It was already apparent that this 'Nemesis Q' was trying to get them to do something for them. But what was it? To save the world? This person sure picked them well if that was the case. The Black Reaper and a lunatic murderer. Who could ask for a better pair.

The man then revealed his name to Methias. Cide. Like Suicide infact. The name certainly did match him though. He was, from what Methias could tell, negativity in human form. From his lust for his PSI abilities, to his love of killing, he imbodied the darkness within every humans heart. To the extremities. However, before the name was even mentioned, he was told to take his card and place it against his head. He didn't. He had simply decided at that moment he would rather see that world through his own eye's. This mans advice and knowledge was more than welcome, but hearing it from another was never the same as seeing it with your own two eye's. It just simply wasn't the same. However, one thing did make sense, and that was all the stories going around. All linked to a single being. A being named Nemesis Q. To get more answers, they'd have to get into contact with this mysterious being. And how would they do that? Psyren was obviously the answer.

While lost in thought, however, Methias seemed to feel... Lighter. Looking down, he saw his favorite green shirt ripped in the middle, his chest and stomach being revealed to onlookers. He then got a compliment about himself working out. That wasn't the case. From an early age he was essentially a test subject. He had to deal with the most a human could deal with and more. That made his body and mind strong, which also made him stronger than average for a Psichicer, let alone a human. "Meh, I guess it is reward for my testing days." he said casually. This time, however, there was no laughter. His usually happiness had simply gone out of the window. He hated his time in Exile, and for good reason. Shaking his head, he let out a fake laughter to cover up his saddened state. From there, he lifted himself up from the chair, before ripping the rest of his shirt off and tossing it at Cide. He then revealed a piece of paper and a pen, before writing a number down on it. "A gift for your information tonight, as well as the sexiest guy in the worlds number." he said, winking, before tossing the paper into the air for Cide to catch. Methias didn't know, nor care about this mans sexual preferences. Most would just laugh it off and leave the number to fall to the ground and be lost forever. This was simply a chance for Methias to see what kind of 'man' Cide was.

Cide looked at Methias as the male began to stand up. He stopped cutting trees and put full attention on the deadly and beautiful man in front of him. His, Cide's, blue eyes traced over the muscles in his torso. It aroused Cide slightly. Not enough for him to move or adjust himself, but enough that he had urges to take Methias where he stood. He looked at Methias' abs, moved up to his muscled chest, he looked over his arms, and finally looked into Methias' face. By this point he had to adjust himself and he did. He lowered his eyes again though to look at Methias' crotch. He began to strip him down mentally. His mind focused on what Methias must look like in the heat of passion. Sweat dripping off of his muscles. His body thrusting in and pulling back. His soft lips parted to release carnal sounds of passion.

The aroused sociopath shook his head to clear his mind of his thoughts. He looked at the paper that drifted down. He used the flat side of the spear and blade Noir to catch the paper. He brought it to him and pulled out his phone. He looked at the number and added it into his phone. Noir caught fire and the paper burned away. Cide stood up, dismissed Noir, and moved to stand close to Methias. Close enough that Cide didn't have to move his head to whisper to Methias. "The sexiest guy in the world? Don't I feel like I lucky boy...I may have to go home and...celebrate..." As he spoke, Cide's hand was on Methias' stomach and moved down slowly stopping at the male's waist.

Cide stepped away from Methias with a coy smile. Cide was definitely aroused by this point. He looked at Methias again and smiled with a slight purse of his lips. He was going to have fun with this one..."I'll call you sometime...Ta." With that Cide used Rise to leave quickly. He had work to do...


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