Edgar lay there, slumped against the wall of his facility. The son that he had always wanted lay dead at his feet, decapitated and slowly burning with purple fire from the depths of the mutant daughter who he'd never wanted's sick mind.
With his last dying breath, he reached into the pocket of his lab coat and pulled a white pill labeled 'LETHAL'. This was the end of the line for Dr. Wyndham - and he was going down with dignity.
'How ironic' He thought to the hallucinations gathering in his eyes, 'Instead of getting killed by my daughter calling herself Cyanide; I get killed by actual cyanide.' It was really just a rambling train of thought thrown out by a panicking, dying brain - and yet Edgar still laughed.
He swallowed the pill dry and felt his organs begin to burn softly.
A boot slammed down onto his face - crushing his skull and leaving the man prematurely deceased. The boot was worn by a man with glowing flesh, lava shone through his veins and his eyes flickered like hot coals. He reached down into the pocket of Edgar, and pulled out the bottle of pills. He torched them slowly and precisely.
He stepped over to the corpse of Machina, and poked a needle down into the creature's body. Flames licked from his mouth as he smiled in victory.
