Inside a long abandoned bar, the Burned Man is seen sitting at the worn out counter. He’s looking at the ceiling, reminiscing about days gone by.
“I remember spending some quality time here with a former friend of mine. This man who, despite having a troubled past, would always strive to do the right thing and see justice done.”
The right side of his mouth curls into a smirk.
“He sought to live in the limelight, to become a role model to all Arcadians and their children. That’s what brought him to me. For a while, we worked together as he became the hero he always desired.”
Maxwell turns his smirk into a full blown smile.
“We took down criminals, helped those in need, and overall acted like the Good Samaritans that Arcadia sorely needed. When our work was done for the day, we’d head to this bar and drink our cares away.”
The mummy sighs, his smile dropping into a frown.
“That was the biggest mistake I could’ve made.”
He reaches over the counter and pulls out a bottle of whiskey, which is somehow still preserved after all these years.
“His inner demons would come out after a few drinks. After which, he would become a sobbing mess of a man that would cry about being abused by his parents when he was a baby. Some more drinks later, he would then turn violent and cruel, lashing out at the nearest patron with harsh words and wild fists.”
Maxwell pops open the bottle and takes a small swig.
“I would eventually forgive him for his actions, but I didn’t forget them. I knew that he would come for me eventually, and I was constantly on guard during what should’ve been a time for jubilation.”
“It was only when his darker side was exposed to the world that he decided to attack me. I had to put him down in the name of self defense. It was something I wish I didn’t have to do, but it was necessary for the good of everyone.”
He closes the bottle and places it back behind the counter.
“And what we have to do this week is for the good of Arcadia.”
“Felix, I once considered you a friend. You wanted to be a champion for Arcadia and its children, and I was willing to help you achieve that for a time. However, what was revealed about you at Forces of Darkness has shown us that the friendly persona you’ve crafted was nothing more than a facade for your true self.”
“With that news come to light, I will have no reservations in helping Tombstone put you out of your misery. We might’ve been partners, but you were never family, nor were you blood.”
We hear someone taking a seat next to the Survivor. Panning to the right, we discover that the person is none other than his son, Destructo Boy.
“You were just another log to the fire, Felix. And you’re about to be burned.”