Deep within the bowels of a large scientific research facility located in the outskirts of a small, otherwise boring, town, sat a small creature. It looked very much like a weasel; however, the proportions seemed wrong. The creature sat as if a human would, leaning against the wall with its legs splayed out in front of it, tail a bit to the side. Its dark gray fur almost concealed it in the dark room, away from the prying eyes of scientists who would occasionally peak in through the window on the sole door to the room. The room itself was rather drab. It contained a few blankets for him to lie on, courtesy of one of the interns, and a food and water dish. The creature was rather dirty, and wore torn black jeans that had been fashioned for him, again, thanks to one of the interns. It was really the only thing he had to call his own. The creature sighed to itself, before getting up to walk over to the blankets for the night. It would be a long day tomorrow, full of tests and needles. He might as well get as much sleep as it could. Suddenly, the room brightened a bit, and one of the walls started to distort itself. A gaping white hole appeared in the wall, through which, a man stepped. He was tall, at least over six and a half feet, dwarfing the two foot tall weasel-like creature. He wore a crisp gray trench coat, along with a fedora, pants, and waistcoat of the same color. He also wore a white dress shirt, a black tie, and polished black shoes that looked large enough to smash his head. The man looked around the small room, apparently undaunted by the fact that he had appeared in a locked room. Then he looked down at the creature, and he could feel the man’s eyes pass over his weasel-like tail, muzzle, and ears. After a moment, the man crouched down in a mocking attempt to look him in the eye. Even then, the man had to be at least a foot taller then him. “Excuse me, you look like a native of this place,” the man smirked, “do you know where I can find a Dr. Calvin Marks?” Dr. Marks was the head of this facility. He considered the creature to be his pet project, and had been studying him for the better part of ten years. Why this man, who had come through a hole in the wall, wanted the doctor, the creature couldn’t tell. However, the creature had no love for the doctor, and something about this man made him want to tell him what he wanted to know. “At this time, he’s probably in his office,” the creature muttered, still a little stunned at the man’s sudden appearance. “Ah, good, it is nice to see a creature like you who still has a strong pair of vocal cords on them,” the man nodded, before standing, “the information will prove somewhat helpful. However, it still might be a bit hard to find the man before he gets word of my arrival. I know, you can be my map!” Without even giving the creature the chance to respond, he picked him up by the scruff of his neck, and walked over to the doorway. The door was locked from the other side, and the weasel doubted even the man could open it. However, the man didn’t seem daunted by this either. He simply kept walking, as the temperature suddenly seemed to drop. A spear of some sort of ice formed in the room, and impaled the door with extreme prejudice. The door wasn’t all that thick, only designed to stop the creature from escaping, and thus fell rather quickly to the icy attack, being ripped off its hinges and slammed into a wall across the hallway. Understandably, the sirens blared, and the lights flashed red. The man wasn’t bothered by this, only starting off down the hallway, following the creature’s directions, which had to be shouted above the noise. The doctor had his office right next to the lab the tests on the creature were in, so he had passed it every day when he was dragged to the lab. Of course, they hadn’t gotten halfway there before the guards started to stream into the hall all around them. The two of them were goners now. The guards opened fire, but a wall of ice met their bullets instead of the man and the creature’s soft flesh. The creature heard horrid gasps and shouts of pain, then silence. When the ice disappeared, every single man was dead, with rather large holes in their chests. A few more corridors and several more guards later, they finally arrived at the office. The man quickly dispatched the men guarding the door, then entered. Dr. Marks was waiting for them, a gun in his hand. The man put the creature on the floor then smirked at the doctor. “What the hell do you want!?” the doctor shouted. “Dr. Marks, for crimes against humanity, you’ve got a lovely bounty on your head,” the man smirked, “I’m just here to collect.” The temperature dropped, drastically. Even though he was covered in black fur, the creature shivered. Dr. Marks dropped his gun, the cold making the metal bite at his hand. The man took this opportunity to walk over to the doctor, and grab him by his neck. However, instead of squeezing his windpipe, the man just held his hand there. A look of first confusion, then horror, then finally pain swept across the doctor’s face, as the creature noted that he appeared to be freezing from the inside out. Once the deed was done, the man simply turned his arm, and broke the man’s head off his neck. It was at that moment that more guards decided to stream into the room. Taking Dr. Mark’s head in one hand and the creature’s scruff in the other, the man created another ice wall to separate them from the guards, who immediately started to open fire on the wall. Another ice spear took out the far window, and then the man jumped out, landing on a slide of ice and riding it down to the ground. From there, he took the now thawing head and creature to a nice black car, throwing them both in the back seat, and hopping in the front seat himself. After that, they took off down the road, away from the lab. Throughout all this, the creature had remained silent, beyond shouting out the occasionally direction. Now that he was in relative safety, he finally was able to work his voice for a little more. “What the hell was all that!? Who, what, are you!?” the creature yelled, “What are you doing with me, and with the doctor’s head!?” From the front seat, the man sighed. For a moment, the creature feared he went too far, and that the man would kill him to. However, after a moment, the man spoke, “My name is Alexander Silver, as you saw, I have complete power over Ice, but otherwise, I’m a human, just like most of the people here. I am an Interdimensional Bounty Hunter who hunts the Multiverse for people like the doctor. Opps, I guess I told you too much, what to do now.” The creature’s heart plummeted. He was dead. The man, Alexander, was going to kill him. He definitely sounded crazy, but with what had occurred in the lab, the creature was tempted to believe him. “I suppose I’ll have to take you back to HQ, so my superiors can decide what to do with you,” Alex sighed, thought the creature could imagine him smirking as well, “You got a name?” “No,” the creature answered, “At least, not one I can remember.” “Well, then I guess you’ll have to think of one yourself,” the man chuckled. The creature simply nodded, and thought to himself for a moment. The man, Alex, controlled Ice. The creature kind of wanted to distance himself as much as possible from the man. The opposite of ice was fire, would that work? He was as gray as coal, so maybe he was on to something there. Alex created ice, so what created fire? A flint, of course. That was it! The creature knew what he would call himself! “Alright, call me Flynt,” the creature answered, “Flynt Incansia.” “Flynt, how wonderfully cliché,” the man chuckled. Without another word, the man pulled a small badge out of his pocket, and pressed the button in the center. There was a flash of light, and the world outside the car disappeared. After a moment, the light faded, and they were parked in a large parking lot that surrounded an even larger building. Alex got out of the car, and stepped into the back, pulling the head out. Flynt climbed out of the car after the man, and the door was slammed behind them. This was the first time the weasel-like creature had ever felt asphalt under his paw-like feet, and it left a peculiar feeling, that stung a bit. Before he could comment at all, the man started off towards the building, and Flynt quickly followed behind. If things went right here for him, this could be the start of a new life. If not, then his life would be over before it even began.