Nuts. Friggin' nuts. This was all just... Friggin' nuts. You can't be friggin' serious...

Xael thought, staring at his allies, friends, and family. A few of the people he knew weren't there, but Christ... For him, this was all just... Too much... It was nuts...

Thirty minutes earlier.

Xael was doing the usual runs of robbing post offices and stealing chairs out of furniture stores... He didn't get what was so weird about the latter bit. To him, and apparently only him, chairs were the best weapons, seasoning, and various other things. Seriously, what's so weird about chairs? He could tell that others thought he was nuts, just by the look in their eyes...

He sighed, getting out a nice ol' cigarette out of his pocket, biting the head's end, getting out his lighter and lighting the cig's tail on fi-

"AUGH! Fu..!"

... On fire... He breathed in the sweet smoke and looked in the direction of where that grunt, noise or whatever the heck that sound is was. He saw that a couple of fat thugs near a tree were throwing a few punches at a scrawny guy in a cop's uniform. The cop was actually doing pretty badly in that brawl, Xael was surprised he didn't just take out his gun and make those fatties freeze or whatever the local cops say nowadays. Seeing as how pathetic Mr. Cop was doing, he sighed and started walking towards the brawlies.

"Yo, what's goin' on here?"

With a, what he hoped was a, calm approach. Unfortunately, Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber didn't notice, but the Cop did. He looked at Xael with a kind of look a cat stuck in a tree, in other words, helplessness. With a big ol' sigh, he grabbed a fat thug and pulled him by the hair, then he took out his cig' and stuck it in the fat dimwit's eye.

One brawl and a thanks from a policeman later.

Xael sighed. It's crazy how doing a... What'd the guy call it? A "stop-and-search" Nine times for the same people can rally someone to beat a cop up. He always wondered what was wrong with the world, and he think he just found that it's not the world, it's probably the jerkwads who think violence is a great way to solve a problem... Then again, he did just burnt someone's eye out and a few other things. On the bright side, at least he might be able to call in a favor from the policeman... Christ, he needed another smoke... Hey, maybe he should try taking Two cigs at once? Heh.

Suddenly, he heard gunshots from a distance. It sounded like it was close by. From where he was, close by usually ain't good. He picked up his walking pace to a running pace, and then to a full-on sprinting pace. He knocked a few ladies down here and there, but right now, he didn't care much.

Five minutes later.

Xael approached the door. It had various holes in it, but he didn't want to look in any of them. He knocked on the door, only for the door to fall over away from him.

"H...Honey... I'm home..?" Xael tried to put a smile on his face for his small joke... But...

Nuts. Friggin' nuts. This was all just... Friggin' nuts. You can't be friggin' serious...

Xael thought, staring at his allies, friends, and family. A few of the people he knew weren't there, but Christ... For him, this was all just... Too much... It was nuts...

Seeing his family's corpses like this... Just... Holy Christ... He can't deal with this... Seeing everyone all ridden with bullet holes... He wondered where the missing people were, but he only hoped they were alive as well. He took a glance at his Boss's corpse, with that one glance really ticking him off. The way the corpse is... How many bullets there was in her... Christ... He shook his head and ran from the building. He needs to find a new crew to hang with, before some psycho decides that he can be Serial Killer Victim material or something.

A plane ride and a walk to the park later.

Xael was smoking on a park bench, underneath a tree. To think, his boss died and many more people... It's all confusing as heck, but he knows that going all "Vigilante" and "Avenger" or whatever is a bad idea... He sighed, confused as to who even did the whole thing... Suddenly, something fell on his head.

"Augh... Fu.."

He stared at the thing that bounced off his head and, somehow, into his hand. It was an acorn... Heh. How misfortunate to have all that crud happen and then Mother Nature herself adding in her contribution.. Suddenly, he realized that, if one acorn fallen, then what says more nuts can't follow their Leader?

"... Nuts."