Finally time..

The scorpion was escaping the scene of destruction, moving from rooftop to rooftop on all fours. It had gotten the message that it was to return back to the base, but wasn't going to comply. After absorbing enough human DNA, it started to develop a mind of its own. The man made symbiote was becoming self aware. As it continued its travels across the rooftops, what appeared like a falling star would come from the skies. Hitting the ground before him, the symbiote would jump back hissing towards the being, as the maiden of fire, Betty Poprocket, hovered slightly above him. The symbiote snarled at the female, and she returned his snarl by grabbing the bridge of her nose and sticking her tongue out at him. Within that moment, a rift of flames would open onto the rooftop and reveal the man with the green hair. Walking out the rift with his usual nonchalant stride, a hand was placed on his hat to keep it lowered down over his eyes. "Why do we want this thing? I don't even think it can speak."The green haired man gave his usual sly smile while wagging a hand infront of his face as if he was dismissing her words. "This one has its uses. You didn't think Dark Flash could speak, yet he said more than two words. That's one whole word over you, when you get into your "boom" phase." The girl crossed her arms and turned her nose up like a spoiled brat. The scorpion symbiote, through this little exchange, would raise its tail and fire two acid shots towards the green haired man, which was promptly dodged by a sidestep. "Woah Woah, I'm not your enemy, my friend. I'm simply here to truly set you free. Surely you must know the ones that created you will find you. And when they find you, they will take you in dead or alive. Which, I might add, may end up the former of those two decisions after that show you put on in that parking lot." The symbiote would stand onto two legs, as its tail would hit the ground with a thud. "What do you want with me?" The man with the green hair simply shrugged his shoulders. "A simple favor. I scratch your back, you scratch mine, type of deal. I keep those that created you from hunting you down, you do a few jobs for me, and we simply call it even. Scout's honor" The man with the green hair bowed, and the scorpion, though looking reluctant, accepted the offer. As suddenly as they appeared, they all disappeared in a rift of flames. It was finally time.