Purified by Fire

"WAAAAAH! WWWAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" the baby cried. The redhead teen crossed the room in a leap to claim his child.

"Congrats. It's a boy." the doctor said, but then glanced at the child. He was glowing gold. "What's happening?" he asked. The redhead, Richard, winced, and time froze.

"You had to be an A-Bomb, didn't you?" Richard asked his son, but noticed that he was squirming. "No, you're a mimic like you daddy. Well, let's go somewhere safe. One…Two…"

BOOOM! The entire city was decimated in a cloud of fire, reduced to a desert. Time resumed in a flash of red, and it quickly dissapated. The explosion had become a tiny ball of flame in Richard's hand, and then became a wisp of smoke, which he inhaled.

"Damn it…" he muttered. Even with his Achilles Curse, the force had dislocated his shoulder. He snapped it back into place, and reached up to his son.

"Sorry bout this, buddy." He said to his son in baby talk. "I gotta take away some o' these so we can be safe." He held his son's hand tightly. Purple light enveloped both, and then it disapated as quickly as it had began.

"Strength, Wind, Force Waves, Power Theft, Radiation, and Mimicry. It had to be done. But I feel like I forgot something…"