(Liquid time line….this is roughly five hours later…the others RP can catch up by sleeping.)

Sol trekked through the sewers for about thirty minuets before he found a location to surface.

He managed to get through several military check points learning that the soldiers in the city had no clue what the Pariah’s looked like. The sights he saw were terrifying to say the least. He saw some of his people herded up and bound, kneeling in the streets with blind folds over their eyes. Some were being swiftly executed…others were getting drug away. It was like images from the holocaust had finally come to life. Sol decided to do nothing to help them. For now he would try to ignore these scenes of rape and murder, and focus on the task at hand.

Avoiding the Military was on thing, but he needed rest. Thinking quickly he went into an old dilapidated apartment building. It was a real hell hole. Urine and the ever stomach churning smell of shit and rot filled his nostrils. The people in the building were Normal hiding from the harsh inspections of the military. He went up the stairs and found him an abandoned apartment where he could rest. Lying down on an old stained mattress Sol accepted sleeps embrace.

Hours later he awoke in a jolt and discovered that night had just fallen on the city that never sleeps. Walking down the stairs and going to inspect the building he found the people in it were terrified…to the point that they flinched when he ventured down. Stepping out side he looked around and the site he saw would never leave him.

Soldiers, civilians. Torn apart, machines were flipped over. It was as if a storm had passed through here (Indeed the military was mounting a force to come and inspect its lost platoon, but would not arrive till the mourning) It looked like a battle had taken place…and Sol wondered how he had slept through it. Then he remembered that the sounds of battle had been heard, and could still be heard across the city.

Sol had taken a flannel collared shirt and placed on his body to protect his chest from the chilly air. He cautiously walked into the dimly light neighborhood, and saw a man who had all of his limbs torn off of his body. Sol kneeled down, and stood above the corpse. "What could have done this...? He said with his brown eyes widened, and a chill running down his spine.”

Vincent slowly waked up behind Sol, his arms crossed and eyes shut. "A beast did this..Just before i left into the sewers, there was a...creature if you will, i think it was a pariah but" Vincent stopped speaking as he turned and looked at the night sky. "By the way..my name..is Vincent..Vincent Corseli" Vincent turned back to face the unknown stranger...

The boy lay on the cold concrete of the alley, his body naked underneath the smell droplets of rain that now fell from the gloomy sky due to the appraching atlantic thunderstorm. A cool draft of air blew threw the city, bringing with it an eerie sense of impending doom. The skies thundered, lightning flashing across the rapidly darkening sky. The ooze dripping through the cracks in the stonework, a testament to the decay and downward slope of the once great city. Unconscious Chris lay there, still knocked out from the recent transformation into Meat. Chris, secluded in the alley, was passed by as just being an orphaned kid on rough times. Military forces and patrols walked by, some gazing in to find the "sleeping" young man but most ignoring it completely. Within downtown, it really was best to hide in plain sight.

The last of the chaos Meat had caused faded, the people forgetting it just as they would forget to fill up the car on friday night after work, but the majority hid in their homes or what they referred to as such. No one wanted to be out as night descended, as it was, with the news of Meat's rampage or something similiar at the front of their minds. The people of NYC were boarded up against the nightmares of that day and many days like it. . Shockingly, the marks on the young boy's wrists were gone, healed as if weeks had passed leaving only the faint white scar that was created by such acts of depression. If one had looked closely, they would have noticed that the boy was shuddering, no doubt due to nightmares, but no one would have cared. The moans of the boy in his blacked out state would have been blamed upon drugs or mental disorder; it was a mental disorder but not one anyone has ever diagnosed.

Chris, shuddering from the nightmares even within his unconscious mind, lay at the epicenter of the destruction Meat had caused...blood ran through the streets into gutters, buildings lay in ruins, holes filled buildings that weren't completely destroyed. The aftershock of the being known as Meat. This very alley, was the exact same one where Meat had appeared just a matter of hours ago, the blood, gore, and flesh that used to be Chris' outer covering still lay nearby... the flesh ripped and stretched, but still human skin. Chris' skin had grown back in a matter of seconds after the transformation.

Suddenly, the boy's large eyes shot open, his head shooting off of the ground placing him in a sitting position. His eyes told the horrid tale of a boy, a mere child, forced to face the worst in the earth with no hope of getting out. The windows to his soul showing a tale of despair, sadness, anger, rage, and guilt. the boy hugged his knees to his chest, silent sobs rocking his body, no tears falling from the boy's thin face. There would be no solace for this shattered creature this night. As darkness began to descend upon the city, the sun retreating over the horizon and its comfort vanishing, the streets were clear of almost all of the citizens of the large urbanized community. Only those Like Chris, or the druggies and drunks would be out at this time.

Chris, still shaken from Meat's wrath, stood, his body seeming frail for his age. The trauma of carrying the secret that he carried taxing his body and mind; he walked back to his mother's house. The one person who knew who, and what, he was and still cared for him anyways. Chris did not understand it. He was a monster, a demon in a human body, caged into this Hell that humans called life. As his unshoed feet walked the split concrete path, his eyes did not focus on the walkway, rather looking beyond not needing to notice any details. His gaze drifted beyond this plane, not wanting to see the destruction he had caused. The bodies that covered the streets....everything, he did not see.

Because he was not paying attention, the youth ran into a person..a man. The boy flinched, his arms wrapping around his body, not because of the cold but of paranoia. The child no longer felt the cold, such things only reminded him that he was, in fact, alive. something he desperately did not want to be. Quickly, Chris stumbled back a few feet, his head rising to gaze up the figure. Standing near him, the man appeared to be of about 6 feet, with a lean but muscular build likely of a bit under 200 pounds, judging from Chris' point of view. The man towered over the boy, who was small, and weighed much less.

As the boy turned away, deciding to take the longer route to Mother's, he mumbled a choppy apology, scared for his very life for his carelessness. He did not want to have to pass near this man. "so....sorry, sir..." Was the only understandable portion of his speach..and even this was filled with fear almost to being unrecognizable. His movements were hurried, short and choppy, the movements of one who had lived years of his life in fear and panic, never knowing what will happen.

Sol jolted slightly as he heard Vincent’s voice come from behind him. Sol stood up and turned about crossing his arms across his chest, and continued to look at the destruction that this “beast” had brought upon this neighborhood. Sol did not ask any questions of Vincent, merely sent him a curious look. When Vincent was finished introducing himself, Sol reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. removing one, he placed it in his lips, and holding the pack with his left hand shielded his lighter from the chilly gusting wind.

The area was dimly light, and when the distant lightning flashed it illuminated the entire area. Sol inhaled the menthol flavored tobacco “I am Solomon…I take it you are a Pariah?” he said judging by his knowledge and indifference to what was going on. Sol did not meet him in the sewer, and to be honest Sol was hardly paying attention. “Are you sure it wasn’t you?” He said placing his lighter and pack of cigarettes away. He said more as an accusation. Sol hated senseless slaughter…and the sight of these mutilated women children, men and soldiers had Sol on edge already. He was trembling from the shock of it.

Sol went to advance on Vincent when he felt something plow into him. Sol jolted, jumped as if surprised and felt his heart pound violently as the adrenalin entered his blood stream. Sol turned and looked and saw a tattered naked teenager. “What the hell?” he said turning to look at the boy as he fell back. Lightning flashed and sol caught a glimpse of him. Scars, veins. He was a mess, and looked young, a teenager at the very most. He was naked which made Sol step back. A derelict.

“Watch it!” Sol said. Diverting his attention from Vincent. Sol shifted Vincent a look that seemed to give him the benefit of the doubt. That kid probably had an idea of what had happened. “Hey kid, did you see what happened here?!” Sol shouted as he moved after him, closer to a rather unlit area.

Vincent opened his eyes to look at Sol."Yes I am pariah..." It's a pleasure to meet you. Vincent reached out his hand as a gesture to shake Sol's when a naked teenager rushed into him. The teenager seemed stressed and scared. As he mumbled some words he ran off into the dark.

Sol had thought he might know something about the creature Vincent had seen earlier, not thinking twice he chased after him into the dark area he had gone. Vincent didn't move from his spot, staring at the mangled man on the ground, he thought to him self. "Just like...12 years ago.." Vincent closed his eyes and ran off after Sol and the teenager he was chasing.

The child, for the first time, noticed that there were two people, but he was more concerned of the man asking him if he had scene anything of the terror a few hours before. Damn well he had....he had caused it. The thin teen stopped in his tracks, flinching as the man's voice increased in volume, scaring the youngin. Being approached by the man, he didn't turn around, prefering to not give the man the chance to see his face well. Rain drenched the kid's naked frame, cascading off of him in small rivulets of moisture; this suited Chris fine, he didn't even feel it. After a moment of silence, the boy answered the question. His voice soft, barely audibly, still coated with fear and paranoia.

"Y...yes. I...saw it all. Every moment, every shriek every tearing rip of human flesh....everything." Chris' voice became almost a whail, a pitiful sound. "you can say I saw it....." In a tiny whisper, unable to be heard clearly, he said one more thing... "I caused it..."

Sol puffed his cigarette as he did his best to catch up with the boy, but not pushing the envelope and decided to hold back as opposed to freaking him out. Chris stopped, and would see a small but powerful light flash on his back and illuminate the area in front of him. Sol was standing with his key chain flash light trained on the boy. “What was it then?!” Sol asked gritting his teeth. The Boy appearance had him even more unsettled. The scars on his body, and his veins gave him a very macabre appearance that was shaking Solomon's courage like a earthquake. A bad vibe was creeping over Sol, and he did not even react to Jinx who was trotting in behind him.

“Was it a Pariah?” Sol asked, ignoring the whispers. This was weird, all the signs were in front of Sol and Vincent, but Sol’s own apprehension was getting in his way. Goose skin rushed all over Sol's body as he adjusted him self and felt the grinding of busted concrete under his booted feet.

Vincent caught up to Sol and the mystery boy, Vincent could feel Sol's uneasiness, he to was feeling rather strange, he felt as if something horrifying was about to happen. "Sol..what do you want to do with him? he looks as if hes going to collapse" Vincent looked to the boy. "What...is your name? and what are you mumbling about?" Vincent felt that there was something indeed wrong with him, more then the fact he was walking about naked and scared.

Chris stood, noticing the questions, viewing them as an opportunity to explain himself to others...maybe others like him. At every question he repeated it softly to himself, preferring to think he was talking to himself than to the other to. He was oblivious to the eerie feel of the situation, his own mind being the cause of the feeling...the aura of doom. "Who am I" he whispered. The question struck him as odd...he had never asked himself that. "Chris, Meat, a monster, a human, an experiment, a doomed soul...what does it matter? Who did this? A demon from within a human, a creature of bone other than flesh. An experiment. Was it a pariah? Not really. It was ......an experiment. Something the government took in to be a play thing....a test subject in an effort to control the human DNA strand. to create a superhuman. It is not exactly a pariah...just a mistake. A curse lavished upon a person who shouldn't bear it. A rampaging beast is what it is." The boy's voice was calm...a bad omen, the words almost bearing a poetical chant to them.

Chris didn't move an inch, his body tense....and the tiny drop of black blood at the base of his neck was invisible amidst the torrential downpour.

This would be the point, where an empathy would try to soothe Chris, and tell him none of what had happened was his fault. But the Aura of this situation was overwhelming Sol. Fortunately for the city Sol was Brave, which is different then being Fearless. Unfortunately the boy was speaking in riddles.

“You did this?” Sol asked in a horrified and disgusted voice. His mind not grasping the concept of what the boy had said. His words only adding more to the apprehension of this terrifying situation. Sol’s heart pounded in his chest as the air around them suddenly calmed.

Sol shifted a look to Jinx as he asked his questions. Jinx would see the horrified expression on Sol's face. Sol wanted to answer but could not find the words as his Cigarette dropped to the ground. Sol turned his head back to Chris, and said words he thought he may end up regretting. If what the boy said was true, he had to be stopped. Sol stepped forward, and his foot brushed against a severed arm. Pressure engulfed in his blood as he looked down and let out a shriek. “YOU MURDERER!” He yelled at what he believed was a Pariah. “All these people!” Sol howled into the night air his light still trained on Chris. It was then that Sol saw that dark drop of blood on the back of Chris’ neck.

Vincent's eyes grew wide, his very blood ran cold through out his body at the thought."How..how could one so small and feeble do such damage" Vincent said in a almost shaky voice. Vincent turned to Sol as he cried out "MURDERER" Then he said in a soft tone to him self."Can this boy really be...that creature?"

Vincent took a step forward and asked the boy a question in a authoritative voice."What are you! Explain your self" Vincent could feel the air around him, it was still like it had died out of the blue, the night sky flashing and thundering, the rain pounding down, the stage was indeed set.

The boy cried. No, Chris was beyond crying, his guilt came out in a flood, his body falling over, his legs unable to support the weight of the world. "Yes....I am that creature. I am the murderer, the demon. I, ME, massacred these people." The young man, naked on the ground, barely managed to choke out the words amidst his crying...unable to shut the flood of emotions running through him. "you don't understand it. I don't want to...I don't want these people to die, what did they do wrong? I just can't stop Him. the Beast within me...perhaps the real me revells in the slaughter, his body being bathed in the blood of innocents. I just can't stop myself!" The boy was shrieking, his voice attempting to convey the pain concieled in the small child....but unable to even come close.

"You people, the Pariah, are normal to me...you may be different but at least you aren't a monster! You don't know how it feels to have this thing inside of you, never knowing when you will kill! The death throas of those people you slaughtered echoing in your mind all day and night. You don't understand! I have killed. I have killed thousands. I have lived with this....this creature inside of my soul every second for the past 5 damn years! You can't even hope to understand! Death would be a joyous release for me!" The cries of the tortured soul rose to the heavens, his screams of emotionally pain rising to the sky. He face was upturned, the rain flowing off. His face a mask of guilt, pain, and suffering.

Sol ignored the ice cold rain as he heard the boy attempt to explain to him even a small piece of what was wrong with him. It was as if the boy was speaking to him self, and Sol’s mind was still gripped with psychic backlash that was causing his overwhelming fear. “I don’t care what is in side of you little monster!” He howled back at him flicking his light off.

Light flashed off. Lightning flicker in the sky above and the sounds of the city being purged could be heard under the thunderous report of the lightning cracking. “Vincent, Back away slowly.” Sol said in a commanding voice. “We do not know what this one is capable of, but we have to stop it.” He said biting his fear back.

A booted foot stepped forward. “What ever is inside of you, is about to get exposed to the rain!” Sol shouted as he began circling around Chris, preparing to launch a clumsy attack on this obviously confused and horrified young man.

The storm out side was getting even more fierce. "Perfect timing" Vincent said as he herd Sol telling him to step back."I shall, but be careful..If he reverts back into that form.." Vincent ended his words there, he stepped back a little ways, but his hand at the ready if anything should go wrong. "I have your back Sol" Vincent said as he once again closed his eyes and tried his best to shake the fear his was now feeling inside of him.

As Sol prepared his attack, all Vincent could do was think to him self."How can we stop such a thing..this might be..the end.."

Chris kneeled on the broken concrete, hearing the man's accusations, his blind remarks. There was no way in Hell he could understand what he himself had been through...of course, Chris has been to Hell before. Slowly, a change came about the kneeling teen, a subtle change in stance or a change in...something. It was slight, tiny where only a trained eye could see. The figure let out a deep sigh, the tears not mingling with the rain anymore.

the voice that came out of the child's mouth wasn't his own...but a deeper, maddened, violent voice...His voice. The same undertone of the child was present...more strained this time. <The thing inside me be exposed to the rain? You blind, hopeless fool. I WILL OPEN YOUR SKIN AND SHOW YOUR GUTS TO THE RAIN!!!!! I shall feast on your flesh, I shall gouge out your eyes and eat your brains. Your soul will be devoured and you will enter Hell as the thousands of others have!>

"No, no, stop! Please don't! I don't want to kill anymore, they haven't done anything! Go back inside...stay locked up!"

<Shut up, weakling. You can grovel all you want but you shall kill! Why don't you submit already? You know that you enjoy the massacre as much as I do!>

"No, GET OUT OF MY HEAD! Stop...I don't want you to be here....leave..." The boy was screaming, his hands covering his eyes, the voices alternating between the demon's speach and the boy's begging for release.

<You can't stop me. You are weak. You can't escape me, I am part of you whether you want me here or not! You are a demon-child despite what you want! Now, the slaughter begins.....>

The form spazmed, shuddering violently as some internal conflict came to a close. As Chris...or Meat look up, one feature dominated his face. Both eyes were black, bearing a flame from the depths of Hell. "Please....Forgive me," Chris' voice came through pure...

Sol stopped his advance and observed, in sheer terror of what he himself was actually seeing with his own eyes. Their was no faking it or denying it. Sol was watching something he would have only seen in a horror movie take form in front of him.
The Dialogue that the child was having with him self was not one of a schizophrenic, but two distinct different voices.

The second harder voice made Sol freeze dead in his tracks. The lightning flickered illuminating the now rain soaked city street. It gave him a full look into those horrible black eyes. Sol was frozen stiff and no words escaped his mouth. If he could have shit a dictionary you could not have gotten a word out of Sol in this instant in his life.

Hearing the argument the teen had with himself made Vincents skin crawl, never before in his life had he seen or herd something so...terrifying. Vincent saw his black eyes, something that would stay with him for the rest of his life."THIS ISN'T..POSSIBLE! HOW CAN EVEN A PARIAH HAVE SUCH AN ABILITY" Vincent was feeling, acting in ways he had never before, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, his pupils grew large, as he watched something..he couldn't explain.

He could tell he was slightly losing it."Pull your self together!" He thought in his mind, he was preparing himself for what was to come, he had witnessed the creature afar, but he had not seen it up close and personal, he had yet to see, it's real strength for himself. Vincent's face grew slightly back to normal but now having more of a anger in his eyes."This will be the end for you" He whispered quietly.

Then, the screaming began. Not the human scream of pain, but an other wordly cry from the very limit of pain and anguish, transcending the boundaries of verbal speach and reaching to the psychic plane. A howl of pain frequently described as the voice of those who have been sentenced to an eternity in Hell, the most pain one can ever suffer. the screaming, a blood curdling sound, burst from Chris' mouth because it was his voice. The voice of a small child, being ravaged by such pain that he can not stand it...but is forced to regardless.

In a mental sense, the boy's very sould was being torn asunder, his mind being shredded except for one portion....the portion that allowed him to experience it all. If one were to look into the very essence of the being now on the ground, they would see a grim, demonic scene. A hall, formed in the likeness of a human's throat, ridges of bone holding up walls of pulsing, pink tissue rotting with decay and filth. The ceiling dripping with the red life blood of humans....their bodies hanging from hooks suspended from the roof. Thousands of bones formed a path along the narrow corridor, forming a bridge spanning the sea of blood housed in this vile place....the tortured inner soul of Chris. As the bridge of human bone slowly rose, something not mean to be seen by humans became visable. A mountain, formed of thousands of human bodies, all murdered in the most violent of ways..and yet still retaining their souls, not being allowed peace. At the zenith of this human mountain...was a throne. The Throne, clear but swirling with the purplish black miasma that is Rage, Wrath, and Hate. Seated atop this throne, was Meat.... However, he was soaked in blood, wreathed in the souls he had killed, his very essence laid open to those viewing the scene. Behind the throne, was a cross, formed of a solid mass of human bone. Crucified on this structure, was a young child, appearing a mere 13 years old, with his skin flayed off, the pulsing, red muscle bare on the surface. The skinless figure dripped a waterfall of blood, in permenant pain but still alive...forever. His eyes were speared with needles. This, was the psychic Avatar of Chris' soul.

Crouched on the floor, Chris finally lost his internally power struggle with Meat, with the actual physical form of the victor coming forth. The teen's mouth, still wailing, was now not speaking. Suddenly, the body convulsed, forming a shape no physical thing should ever be able to create. A loud "snap" was heard, accompanied by a louder than average cry. Every single bone in the young man's body had just been broken simultaniously. His skin began to swell and rupture, scarlet blood gouting from the rifts, the brutal tearing sound accented by more screams. Slowly, the skin peeled away, revieling the bubbling, quickly expanding muscle tissue of the form.

Red blood, the blood of a human, pooled around Chris, none being left at all; however, this was soon replaced by the black blood of a far more sinister creature. The fluid, carrying the soul of Meat, ran over the muscle, not dripping off as a normal liquid would have, but rather forming over the muscles. Now completely escaped from his prison within Chris' soul, the transformation sped up. As if all at once, the kid's small, wiry frame grew to a massive 7 foot height, weighing half a ton. A half foot thick layer of bone surrounded the skinless form, the internal bone structure growing to fit the new..thing's...girth. Horns, spikes and bony blades sprouted from the carapace. Finally, the teenager's pained face.....preserved until now, vanished, reveiling the permenantly grinning, horned visage of Meat.

Without his mouth, the screams of the child almost died down, their feint cries of pure agony still a presence to the two men nearby. The sound able to be heard by those of empathic talents quite clearly. Coming along with the cries of pain, was a laugh. Not the laugh of joy and glee humans experience, but a laugh of enjoyment in pain, a laugh of evil and malicious intent. Meat, a psychic entity in his own right, rang out across the psychic plane, his demented chuckle bringing fear to those who heard it. His laughter, his viscious sound, was in the physical world as well.

It was a horror beyond horrors and Sol could only see the silhouette of the monster as it transformed before him. Lighting flickers relaying a stop motion version of the change as it happened before him. The psychic backlash was in full swing, inhibiting Sol’s thought process, and making every cell in his body scream at him to run, and flee in terror.

Sol found him self digging down deep to maintain his composure. If this thing got loose their was not telling how many people it would kill in this rampage. Thoughts and plans tried to cross his mind. Nothing, he was frozen stiff in fear. He gritted his teeth, and felt his hands ball up into fists. That was then that Sol rushed forward, heading dead into Meat’s reach….

Vincent let out a small gasp, horrified of the now finished product, if felt as if he was staring into the very eyes of the devil. He knew at this point he couldn't back down, even though he cared little for the city and it's in habitants, something inside him made him stay.

As Vincent was about to say something to the awe struck Sol, Vincent's eyes grew wide as he saw Sol rush head on into the giant creature."Like i said before..i got your back" Vincent advanced a small bit, not in the creatures range, only to be of some use if needed.