The forest burned around you. It was a twisting, enraged inferno. The scent of charred flesh and wood washed over everything in a nauseating tidal wave. Blind shots echoed through the hellish scene. Even if they had managed to hit you, a small chunk of lead couldn't hurt a god.

You had always been different. A mutant, as they liked to call it. Your body could produce swathes of massive amounts of heat, often causing those caught in the crossfire to be boiled from the inside out. You mostly used it for your welding work.

Life was fairly normal for you, even though you could just as easily become a terrorist. That was until the Clover Foundation 'aquired' you. They were against any kind of unnatural power a person had. Mutant power. They recognized that heroes made villains, and villains made heroes, in an endless, ever-feeding cycle that might consume the Earth. And so, they made sure you wouldn't add to it.

They tried to take your life several times, to dampen your powers, to drug you till you were lobotomized and useless. But it never worked. All of their attempts ended with dead employees. Over time, you got used to killing. To killing the people that wouldn't stop trying to kill you.

One day, they slipped up on a test. Instead of dampening your powers, they drastically increased it. You had felt the surge, the heat, the sheer energy being transferred into your body. It had taken you less than a moment to disintegrate the entire facility. You had tortured the locations of the other facilities from a survivor. Then, you began your warpath.

You tore through the countryside in a blind rage. Anyone or anything in your way didn't last long. They didn't want superheroes? Well, now they had a tormented and traumatized supervillain on a rampage. What was left in your wake was nothing but dust and charred bones. They tried to take you out of this world. And now you were going to take them with you.