He was running atop a building, his footfalls lightly tapping on the concrete roof. When his eyes flickered down at his feet, there where strong, black combat shoes. He jumped a large gap between buildings, easily making the jump. Glancing behind him, a dark figure rose from behind the roof. In the figure's right hand were orange flickering flames, hovering over his hand. He sped up and leaped another gap, not breaking his breathing pattern. His heart wasn't pounding in his head, and he jumped with inhuman agility and grace.
   Skidding to a stop, he stopped before running into another hero. His sidekick and recently now girlfriend, Night, was standing in front of him, smiling gently. She drew her sai, suddenly the hero's expression darkened. He adjusted his leather gloves, grinning sarcastically at the powerful girl.
"How did he follow us here?"
"I don't know," he said, his tone turning serious. "We need to lure him somewhere cold and snowy, and I'm aware it's the middle of summer."
"Why do you think I told you to meet me here?" she smirked, eyes glistening, "we're on top of an warehouse, where the whole first floor is reserved ice storage."
   "Man, I lo-"
"I love you too," she stopped him, holding a hand up, "but we have incoming. One nasty looking fire villain coming 12 O'Clock."
In a swift movement, he reached behind his shoulder and pulled a scythe out. The black and red hooded figure had a blank expression, and flames flickered above his palm. On the figure's costume were streaks of red, creating fire patterns. There was no mask on the villain's face, but its hood shaded its face enough. Something told him he was not controlling the floating fire with gasoline and fire. Night took a step back, melting into the shadows. The villain ran at him, throwing a burst of flames at his face. He jumped to the side, onto his feet. A plan formed in his mind faster than he could even process it. He grabbed the villain by the hood, swinging over the side of the building. Twisting outside and smashing through a window, he landed inside the main floor of the monstrous warehouse. The icy air sent chills down his spine, causing his face to painfully frost over. Quickly holding his deadly scythe up to the perpetrator's neck, he narrowed his white eyes. His mask gave the illusion of white eyes, so people would never know his true identity. Even his sidekick, and girlfriend, didn't know who he was. She constantly pestered him about it, reminding him that they had known each other for a year. Night, as he she called herself, was a quick learner, but had a short temper. The Incinerator spit a streak of red onto the icy floor. The villain chuckled darkly, as if he wasn't about to become frozen deli meat.
   "You lose," Black Skull held the blade up to his artery. "Where is the weapon?"
   "The weapon," The Incinerator croaked, his vocal cords like sand paper, "of course that's what you care about. You'd think after I killed your richy-rich parents, that you'd be out for revenge."
  "Talk." He pressed the black blade closer, and outside the vault he saw Night land inside the building.
   She widened her brown eyes, pushing against the thick metal door. Discovering it locked, his lover disappeared from the submarine-like window.
  "You'll never find it," the pyromaniac smiled creepily, "your 'secret' to molecular manipulation will never be used. Because I used it, now." He looked up, his eyes turning red. "I don't need a flamethrower to kill you."
   Black Skull shot up, back away from the insane murderer. The villain cackled, his eyes glowing bright red. Outside the metal vault, his partner screamed, banging her fists against the glass. With a steady hand on his scythe, he shifted into a battle stance. Red light flooded the room, the evil human rising inches off the ground. Fire formed in his enemies hands, charging brighter. There was no way out of the room, the villain was blocking the window he jumped through, and the walls were probably steel or titanium. The only option was to fight the powered maniac. His parents had made a breakthrough in science. He came from a wealthy family, but he didn't like his old high class life. When his parents were about to release their groundbreaking technology to Eximius City, they were killed by a fire. Their tech was the key to controlling molecules down to their very atoms, to allow forms of telekinesis. He assumed they were assassinated by The Incinerator, but he never had strong evidence for the case, now he knew. Black Skull wasn't there, when they died, he was in the city, training. For years he trained in martial arts, Jujitsu, Kung fu, Karate, and his personal favorite, Shuri-ryū. These techniques would not prepare him for this situation, however.
   "It's finally time for the mighty and heroic 'Black Skull,' to meet his end."
   Black Skull snickered, thrusting his right hand outward. The Incinerator wasn't the only person to experiment with the molecular modifiers. A year after his parents died, he stumbled onto their lab. He bumped into a shelf with his shoulder and the experimental mixtures all exploded onto him. Two weeks and a hospital visit later, he woke up from a coma. About a month afterwards, he laid down in his bed to sleep, and as soon as he turned off his light, he melted into the shadows. For hours he moved around, unable to take physical form, stuck in a different dimensional plane. Once he managed to get a grip on his condition and become somewhat human again, Black Skull spend weeks meditating and practicing his new abilities. Most of the time it was a curse, melting into shadow randomly, or waking up in a dark alleyway. But rarely, very rarely, he could really become a hero, and use his dark powers for good. Night had no powers, but she could still melt into shadows like she had real powers, not literally of course. Lately his powers had been silent, less and less he got stuck in the corner of a dark room or under a table. The ability to control the shadows wasn't his, but just out of reach. His powers were a freak accident of science and physics. He can merely transfer his energy into areas with no light. At night time he was always awake, he could not sleep. Being a vigilante, or hero as Night called it, was all be did. Train during day, fight during night. That life was about to be ripped from him, if he didn't fight.
   Black energy shot out of his hand cocooning itself around the villain. He felt himself growing weak, but shook his head, Black Skull had to remain conscious. The more he pushed his emotions into his powers, the stronger they were. Memories flooded through him of his life, being raised in riches, but then choosing to make a difference. Meeting a scared girl on the street, who fought off people twice her size. Punching the same bag in his secret headquarters. Lastly, sitting on the highest rooftop with Night, pulling down her dark green hood to look at her face. For a moment, the villain fell to his feet, and Black Skull grinned triumphantly. Then, he felt his memories slipping away, the darkness be released pulling the light out of him. It dragged mental energy with it, and he felt his mind go blank. Black Skull fell to his knees, dropping his scythe out of his left hand. He looked up at The Incinerator, who was now standing above him.
  "W-Who am I?" Black Skull grabbed his head.
  "You're dead," The Incinerator raised his hand.
   With a blast of flames, Black Skull was shot back into the wall, his mask falling off, and costume melting. The villain laughed, shooting another column of fire at the unconscious hero. Black Skull's blank and confused eyes drifted towards the window, where his lover pressed a hand against the glass. One fleeting memory rushed into his mind...Night. He reached over to the corner of the room, and disappeared into shadow a millisecond before another wave of flames would have melted him. Night yelled, pounding her gloved fist against the window. He smiled, as he felt his last memory slipping away, his body would eventually be found, alive, with no memory. Without knowing how to come back to reality or speak, it would take him several years to melt back into the 3-dimensional world. Night would leave the cellar door open, she was sloppy at not leaving evidence. He bet they would think he got amnesia, one they found him, and try to tell him fake memories. What would you tell a boy with no memories who was in an ice cellar? He only wished to see Night's smiling face one more time, and tell her his name, Jason Parker.