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Metacomet (Metacombet)

Primary: Energy
Secondary: Fire

Phillip Alexander Greene is the younger brother of Nathan Greene (Masonry). Although he kept abreast of his brother's exploits as Masonry, he was extremely jealous of him. He volunteered himself to S.E.R.A.P.H. for experimental procedures, for the express purpose of eventually outshining his brother. Fortunately for him, Masonry is interred in the Zig to stand on trial for multiple counts of murder, and Phillip's enhancements have finally come into their own. Phillip has taken the name "Metacomet" (both because of his fiery abilities and that he was named after King Phillip, whose Indian name was Metacomet). He strives to prove that he's better than he's brother, and doesn't let anything silly like tactics get in his way. ((He's built to pull.))

(This takes place at least three months after Ben and all that.)

Although it was "solitary", it really wasn't. Between times he was allowed "out", he often sat with Lodestar, running through his many memories like going through someone's attic, listening to him narrate and answer questions about the time and place. He was never alone, and, instead of how he felt about He Who Shall Not Be Named, he welcomed it.

It was during one of these times that he became aware of a change in the room. He felt someone nudge him, and he came back out of his reverie. Three guards stood around him, his usual escort through the teleporter. "You have a visitor."

He stood up in midair and floated down to the floor, his white eyes dimming to their normal brown. "A visitor?"

"Is there an echo? Move."

Masonry allowed them to take him through the teleporter. This teleport dropped him off in a four-by-six cell with a single chair and a rickety table. One wall had been replaced by typical prison bars, but when he walked up to them, he got shocked before he even got within a foot of them. He couldn't see around the walls, so he waited. He could hear gates opening and closing around him. "Noisy," he whispered to himself and to Lodestar.

He saw as a pair of guards escorted someone who carried a chair. He set the chair down across from Masonry's cell, while the guards stood back against the wall on the other side, watching him warily. The man had short black hair and a small red mask around his eyes, and was in a typical heroic spandex outfit, red with yellow and orange flames all over him.

He sat down on the chair and put his feet up on the bars. "So, bro. Screwed up big this time."

Masonry stared at him. "Phil?"

The young man grinned. "In the flesh. And on the outside."

"I haven't seen you since..."

"Mom's funeral." He shook his head, thought Masonry wasn't sure if he was sad or laughing at him. "Good thing she's not here to see this."

"Yeah," he replied, looking away. Lodestar helped him to look at his brother again. "So you're a hero?"

"Yeah. I did it the right way." He wrapped a hand around one of his forearms. "I volunteered. And because I volunteered, they were very careful with me. The suit generates enough energy to power a small foreign country."

"So what's your job?"

"To take down people like you."

Masonry felt the arrow hit the mark. He closed his eyes - his habit when he felt the rage begin to build. He put his hands squarely on his thighs and breathed. "Phil. I made a mistake."

"One?"

"Okay, a few."

Phil pulled his feet down from the bars. "You were a hero. People trusted you with their lives and you betrayed them."

"I'm well aware of it, Phil, and that's why I'm here."

"They still take you out there."

"I'm watched constantly. It's not as great as you think. And when I'm done with this I go back to my cell - alone."

"The point is that you're still going out there to fight. You should be rotting in jail --"

"The point is that someone somewhere thinks I can be redeemed."

"The point is that you were trusted and you blew it."

He stood up, opened his arms. "I did. So shoot me."

"I'd love to, just to take out a weak man like you. You always surrendered."

"Sometimes it's easier."

Phil got up. "I'll never surrender. Ever."

Masonry gave him a small smile. "Wait, wait until you're out there in the field and some Sky Raider captain comes at you with a blade he stole from the Vahzilok, and the rest of your team is lying unconscious at your feet, or they've been teleported to the hospital - you tell me how good it sounds right about then."

Grabbing the back of his chair, Phil stated slowly, "I will do everything to save my team and myself."

He chuckled. "Hopefully in that order."

"I'm done here," he said to the guards. "I thought I'd get some pearls of wisdom out of you."

"Sorry all you got was the usual drivel." As he started away, "Oh, hey, what's the name I should be listening for the prisoners cursing?"

He turned around and faced him. "Metacomet."