Night of the walking dead (Mega) (IG/EG)

Today was nothing but business as usual in Crash Alley. A man was getting rushed by about twenty men, knocked down to the ground and started getting kicked. It seemed like their sick fun was going to go on unopposed, but then something came out from the shadows and jumped onto the backs of one of the men.

The man cried out in surprise, but that's all he had enough time to do before a strong jaw locked onto his head, crunching down. The thing that had just killed the man dropped the body. The thugs, now covered in their friends blood and some pieces of brain, turned around to see that the thing that killed their friend was a teenage boy with black hair, smiling as some wounds on his body healed on their own.

The men all yelled in outrage and ran at the boy. The boy just smiled and waited for them to come.

Orion was slowly starting to become a common sight in Crash Alley. Word had been getting around about a giant man who used fire. He had even heard some cool names. Draco, The Red Dragon, Flamespitter- to name a few. He and his brother were still getting settled in though so he didn't show up too many times to this part of town. Didn't want to draw too much attention yet...

And then he'd hear one of his favorite sounds. A Brawl! Orion broke into a sprint toward the sound, feeling his blood boiling at the possibility of a good fight. Didn't take long to find it by following the sounds. And once it was in sight, he threw caution to the wind and flew up into the air using his flames. Righting himself and regaining control with another jet of flames, he came down hard on an unsuspecting thug with a powerful Ax kick that sent the poor guy smashing into the ground hard. He then grabbed another guy, releasing a pointblank stream of crimson flames that made short work of him before Orion pushed his now burning corpse aside.

"It's That Dragon Dude! Shoot em both you morons!" Probably the only thug that had half a brain among them exclaimed before he and several other guys drew firearms. But the resounding clicks of their guns meant something was very wrong.

"Who brings a gun to a fire fight?" Orion growled, pushing his hand out and releasing fire from it like a living flamethrower. Thugs were either engulfed or had the sense to move out of the way as another thug tried to sneak behind Orion with a pipe...

As the men got close to Simon, he held out his arm and it started to change, turning into an axe made of flesh and bone. He leaped at the first man he saw and slashed at his chest, making the man fall down, clutching his wound. He then hacked down the next man as a new fighter entered the fray, a huge man who came in by ax kicking a man into the ground Hmph, nice entrance

Then the thugs all got guns out, but for some reason they all simultaneously didn't work. Simon wasn't complaining though. His new friend then blazed some guys with fire coming from his hands. Simon saw the guy and ran at him, decapitating the man. He subtly stored the head aside, then jumped back into the fray.

At one point, a thug managed to get a lucky shot in, stabbing Simon right in the heart.

Orion was getting careless in his "old" age. He missed that guy. But his current new friend quickly took care of that with... a bone ax? He was a Meta? "Heh, you should see me at parties," Orion quipped, catching the arm of a thug trying to pistol whip him. Lighting his hand up and twisting the arm until the weapon was dropped, and then with his other hand, Orion more or less did what he did to the last guy.

But then he also used the guy's flaming body to crash into a couple other thugs trying to get close to attack when he noticed the other guy was stabbed. Sucked for him. But why wasn't he going down?

The thug turned around, bringing his attention to Orion, after all, there was no need to worry about that guy anymore, he was obviously dead "Hey guys! I got o-" He was interrupted by a hand piercing through his chest, destroying his heart. He dropped down dead as Simon pulled his hand out, looking at his now broken fingers See how you like it

The gangs numbers were starting to thin now. They finally realised that this wasn't going to end well and tried to flee. There were two exits from the alley, the thugs split their forces to try and escape through both. Simon got to one and morphed his hand into a sword, swinging it in a large arc which cut two men in half, and cut a third one open.

Meanwhile, the other half of the gang tried to make it out through the other entrance. It was up to Orion whether or not they got out, since Simon was occupied on his end.

Oh, so the guy was a zombie or something. A zombie that could morph his body? Cool. Orion would notice as the gang finally wised up, and tried to get the hell out of dodge. But he wasn't about to let some free power ups get away. So he raised his hand up and sent a stream of fire going over them, bending it straight down to the ground and cutting them off with a wall of fire.

And then he brought the wall of fire roaring toward them, sending more fire at their backs until they were surrounded. The screams of the thugs were soon drowned out by the roaring flames that engulfed them. "So noisy."

Wow. Those guys didn't stand a chance. Simon's new favourite person was brutal. By the time Orion wiped out the thugs that tried to escape out his side, Simon still had some stragglers to deal with Wow guys, thanks for making me look bad He jumped at one and sliced into his shoulder, taking his arm off. He then pushed him down to the ground with his foot and moved onto one that had managed to make it around him, biting into his neck, then pulling the mans head off.

The last man left went down on his knees and started to beg "Don't kill me man, I'll do anything." Simon thought about it for a few seconds Anything? Okay then. Die for me. He then chomped off the top half of the mans head before he could do anything else. He turned to Orion, smiling, although his smile didn't look very sincere with all the gory stuff in his teeth As far as first dates go, this was pretty fun. What's your name, friend?

Orion basked in his handiwork, letting the flames take care of the garbage for a minute before he'd snuff them out. That was probably not all of the gang, he had learned from previous experience that they were like cockroaches. Still, those were several less things to worry about. In hindsight, it was unlikely that his brother would ever encounter people like them for most of his life. But he wasn't going to take a chance, even in the home of the Teen Titans. Now there was just the slight matter of his new "friend" who had finished up shortly after him.

"Heh, I'm flattered but I'm not that easy~" Orion joked. He looked as if he had been considering sparing one of them, that made him feel more comfortable around him. But Orion wasn't going to totally rule out him starting the fight just yet. Thugs were one thing, but a Meta was a different problem altogether. "Orion- you got a whole lot of stuff in your teeth by the way," Orion introduced himself.

The man introduced himself as Orion, then pointed out that Simon had stuff in his teeth Yeah. That's what I hate about this sh*t. Speaking of which, gimme a second. He went over to the head of the other person he had decapitated and did something very gory to it so that he could take the brain and eat it.

After eating it, the wounds he had received during the battle all healed. Then he turned back to Orion Sorry about that. I'd understand if you want to leave, the whole 'eating brains' thing is usually a conversation killer.

"Well, it doesn' do wonders to make you endearin'. But I'm not gonna go jut yet," Orion replied seriously. He didn't care that much for the fate of crooks that crossed this guy's path, he was also not worried about having to fight him later if need be. "Right, do ya make a habit of gettin' into scrapes wit' thugs? Or do ya have a taste for other thins'?" He asked, referring to whether or not he targeted innocent people or just the trash they cleaned up.

Orion claimed that he wasn't leaving yet, Simon nodded and took out a water bottle, pouring a decent amount in his mouth. He gargled it around in his mouth and then spat it out in the corner, before answering Orion's question A taste for other things? Well, I'm making myself spaghetti and meatballs for dinner tonight, but that's probably not what you mean. I'm a zombie, so I have to eat brains or I'll waste away. That's why I hunt down guys like this. He then looked Orion up and down What about you, big guy? Why did you get involved in this?

"Me? I heard a fight and wanted to be in it," Orion smiled cheekily. That was half true. So he WAS a zombie, interesting. "Well that ain' completely true I guess. I'm just cleaning up the trash," he added grimly, a very unpleasant look in his eyes. Did zombies have souls? He had seen plenty of zombie flicks but none of them ever dug down into the possibility that zombies could have souls. But the fact he was being selective with who he ate brains of, atleast meant he could relax.

"So would they come back as a zombie then? Hence tha' choppin'?" He asked curiously. If zombie movies told him anything, it was never get bit.

Orion said that he joined in because he heard a fight and wanted to get involved, but then he also added that he was 'cleaning up the trash'. That wasn't disturbing at all. Orion then asked if they could come back as zombies, but Simon shook his head I'm not that kind of zombie. If you wanted to get another zombie like me, you'd have to get another corpse. He scratched his chin and then spoke again Why do you feel the need to 'clean up the trash'? You don't seem like a hero-type to me.

"I got my reasons," Orion replied simply. It wasn't so much that he didn't trust him. But the less people knew the better. Information was very valuable to certain types of people. "So long as I don' have to go Walkin' Dead with ya, that's cool with me. By the way, whats yer name?" Orion asked, realizing he never got his name yet.

Simon chuckled at Orion's response to his question Reasons eh? Nice and vague, I love it despite the nature of his remark, his tone of voice made it clear that he didn't actually mind his vagueness. Orion then said that he was fine as long as he wasn't at a risk of becoming a zombie before asking for his name Simon. Simon Rogers, at your service.