(Before this tale begins, the author would like to put a warning here that there will be violent descriptions. If you are eating... probably best you uh, save this story for after. Also, consider this a tie-in to my massive video project scheduled for release next year. (Tie-In in the comic book sense where its additional material but not required to comprehend the main plot of that project. Anyway on with the show. Sit back, get a drink, maybe some food, and enjoy the next 4,500 words of terror. Oh and, if you like the story or want to know more about Blaise, send me a PM.)
The following tale is written as if from Star Swirl the Bearded's personal beastiary journal....
The Equestrian Irruption as Equestrians grew to classify the intergalactic war as, was a massive, expansive Earth conflict that, at one point threatened to spill into Equestrian lands during the late ... though we aren't here to discuss the war itself. This entry exists to discuss one key pawn in this dangerous chess match. A former humanoid named Blaise, or rather, the catalyst that propelled him to be deemed as Equestria's 2nd Most Deadly Terrorist. ,(Number one? We almost killed her. On the spot.)
For that though we don't need to go that far back. Or at least say origin levels as the Queen of the Arcanian Land (or if any humans read this, Starlight Glimmer) would classify it, but to as humans call it, the year 2012. You see, of Blaise's rampages on humanity in his human form era, this is always one that fascinates Equestrians as humankind swept it under their metaphorical rug. This was a destruction fest so bad, so ugly that humanity put it out of their minds...
But Equestrians never forget. Only do they forgive and one day, at a crucial point in his villain terroristic act against Equestria rehab we were lucky enough to get this tale straight from the perpetrator...
As such this tale begins where all tales do. The beginning. This human entity who looked in his early 20's with a clean shaven face, and a twinkish skinny figure borderlining on average to some people gets out of bed. Being a potent entity, he didn't really need a home like the rest of human kind, and as such he chose to take full advantage of this fact and mostly live from motel room to motel room. Laying low in a different city most nights, though on occasions he would spend two, maybe three nights in a town if he liked it enough and thought nobody would recognize him from his escape from the mysterious Canadian facility that unbeknownst to them, gave life to his current status as master of pyrokinetics.
Ever since that day in 2007 he stuck with the experimental dossier name those "disgusting greedy lab rat doctor types" (his words not ours) gave him, Blaise. He liked it way more than his original name*
* (Which would explain his current day bonding with Tempest Shadow, whom he developed a great respect in during the war. Some in Equestria seem to think they could be dating someday.)
On this day, December 21st 2012 (or as some humans feared it being, the Mayan Tribal Prophetic Doomsday) episode seven of season 3 of our show aired. Though, according to Blaise himself, the season premiere two parter stuck out with him the most. It was on this day that the seeds of personal rivalry between King Sombra and Blaise would be planted....
(Ok sure those seeds wouldn't be harvested for years to come but some criminals take time to stew in their hate before it boils over into actions. More on that rivalry in a future journal inscription)
He knew that, given his now supermutant status, that there was a high possibility, if the multiverse theory was true this Sombra does exist, in turn he would be quite the powerful entity. In short, Blaise knew he needed to hone his pyro attacks, and to him at this time, humanity was HIS personal experiment now. He could toy with them any way he wanted. He got away with it 5 years ago just after escape in 2007, surely nobody could stop him a mere 5 years later.
As such he checked out from his motel room at the DoubleTree located just off Interstate 75 in the Atlanta suburb of Smyrna, Georgia. He paid for his room he had been staying in, in this case the past two nights, and walked to his car which was at this time a RUF RTR that was deep berry purple in hue. The male then starts the car, its 3.8 liter flat 6 rumbling evilly with its modified exhaust pipes out under the rear bumper, which revs up as he pulls out of his parking space and navigates hid way onto Interstate 75 northbound.
As he weaves his way craftily over into the fast lane through 7 lanes of morning traffic, he decides that given the amount of cars nearby, it was impossible to portal travel to another city. Annoyed by this fact, the young man rolls his eyes, smoking faintly with annoyance in his gaze and then sighs. As he motors along at 75 miles per hour towards the northern end of Marietta, he sighs in contemplation. Maybe he needed this drive and it would be a good time to help him keep calm. Act... almost human for once and not a deranged experiment.
The male then takes out a CD from his modified center console, Resolution by Lamb of God, and turns the volume up reasonably high. He may be powerful but he was still somewhat human and could only tolerate so much volume.
The male entity really. Really, wanted to speed but he knew doing that was risky, and he needed to buy time until he could gather up the rest of the experimental humans he saw listed in files he hacked into a couple years ago, so speeding, despite his carnal desires of chaotic yet calculated evil, was crossed off his list mentally speaking.
Soon into his drive he encounters his first major junction, the interchange with Interstate 575. Blaise knew that road would take him to Greenville-Spartanburg South Carolina, and eventually lead him to Charlotte. If he stayed on this interstate though, he'd blast like a steamy steed into Chatanooga, Tennessee and have options from there.
It is here where he decides to stay on Interstate 75, but shifting lanes, turn signal on as he does so, to the second lane from the left as this lane was becoming too thick with traffic for his liking. Sure enough he made the right choice as this lane passed the cars holding him up with relative ease. This sets off his joy centers in his brain and he gives those in the lane he was in the middle finger, purple fire wafting off it like a candle. (Surely this was something those people didn't take too kindly to but nobody knows, not even Blaise himself as he alleges they were passed by in a blur and never caught back up to him.)
It was at this point in his journey, about 25 minutes in where he crossed Allatoona Lake and a sick, twisted idea enters his head. Blaise's eyes light aflame with violet purple fire as he snaps his fingers. This spontaneously ignites the Main Street Grocery and Bait which, unfortunately for the poor humans nearby explodes and sends violet fire in both branching north and east directions.
As he looks off to his right he sees his firey creation rushing off to the tiny town of Altoona while in his rear view mirror he notices his secondary fire as a result of the inital gas station explosion starting to consume the nearby town of Acworth.
This sight causes Blaise to laugh with demonic bloodlust as he hears his phone give off the Wireless Emergency Alert tone, a mobile indicator that the Emergency Alert System had been activated. As he checked his phone while driving past the mile marker 283 exit, still in the fast lane it said the following on screen:
"Fire warning in effect for Cobb, Bartow and Cherokee Counties. Residents in these counties need to EVACUATE NOW"
As such the male pauses his CD and rolls down the window. He then hears the sounds of panicked residents and crying children. Sounds he took great delight in. In response, he sticks his head out of the driver's side window, and screeches out in a demonic cadence "Bwahaha. You puny southeastern humans are only getting your first taste of the Master of FIRE! You. Will. Fear. Me!"
The male then, with eyes still visbly aflame sticks his head back in his car's driver's area and rolls up the window, continuing to drive north as both unusual colored fires carve paths of destruction behind him.
Over the next hour, the pyrokinetic chaotic male ignites fires in the towns of Calhoun, Dalton and Ringgold. Those three fires would rapidly consume all three communities with freakish speed, dooming residents who were trying to get out.
This only adds to the human pyro's delight as he drives north towards his first major stop, Chattanooga, Tennessee. Blaise checks his watch on his left wrist, and it says in VCR style font "10:30" He then darts across three lanes of northbound traffic, nearly causing a crash from the traffic having to avoid him. The male then slows to the recommended speed of 25 miles per hour (40 km/h) and pulls into a parking spot. He then pulls out his phone and starts to muse over his plan of attack while looking over a map of Chattanooga.
It is at this moment where he just wanted to be left alone to think. How does this calculating pyro mutant accomplish that? By spontaneously igniting everyone at the visitors center he was at. These fires were the strangest ones he set to date, since they specifically only ignited all humans outside their cars and stopped burning once all trace of human burning was reduced to ash. He didn't care who he murdered. This guy only wanted relative peace and quiet to think. Now with the only sounds being semi-distant traffic on the interstate thanks to two barricades of fire at the on and off lanes (can't really call them ramps as they aren't ramps) to deter away anyone even remotely curious, he sighs and says to himself "Finally. Peace. No whining runts, no trashy redneck women or energy drink chugging frat bros. Just me, my fires and my lovely car. That'sssss how I like it."
Blaise casually swipes through his phone as his engine idles, mulling over his options. He knows he wants max devastation, and if possible, complete annihilation of the city..... then a thought creeps into the back of his mind. "What if I just target a section. They'll rebuild in a few years and besides, I don't just want one try at the city... like this. Muahaha...." At this moment he puts the car in reverse, cancels out his fire barricades and gets back onto Interstate 75, following the eastbound ramp to continue on it instead of taking interstate 24 west, having a plan in mind.
He then navigates his way around the partial cloverleaf interchange onto Tennessee State route 320 westbound before turning northbound onto US route 64.
As he turns right from US Route 64 to Tennessee Route 153, his syes light with violet fire as he snaps his fingers, a cackling evil laugh escaping his throat. He then looks behind him to see the Chattanooga Airport rapidly going ablaze. As he turns now southbound onto Interstate 75 to get to Interstate 24, he laughs and says to himself "That fire should destroy the entire southeast city limits, given the interaction airliner fuel has with my pyrokinetic abilities.... they'll be busy on that for a while!"
Blaise then snickers as he hears his phone go off again. He checks it and this time the text reads "IMMEDIATE EVACUATION FOR ALL OF CHATTANOOGA. LARGE OUT OF CONTROLLED WILDFIRE IN THE CITY. SUSPECT UNKNOWN AND AT LARGE. DON'T WAIT. EVACUATE NOW."
He then decides to turn on the radio knowing the Emergency Alert System would be going off around this time and sure enough, it was. The robotic voice says the following:
"Immediate Evacuation for the entire city of Chattanooga. A large uncontrolled fire has been spotted at the Chattanooga airport. This fire was spreading in all directions, with the speed of destruction being most deadly on its east and north flanks. Unusually, bystanders reported seeing a violet color to these fires. The suspect who started these fires is unknown and at large. If you spot whomever caused this fire, do not approach them, instead call the Hamilton County Sherriff's office at four two three, two zero nine, seven, zero, zero, zero."
As he hears the end of message trio of tonal beeps while navigating westbound along the winding section of Interstate 24, he gets hungry and decides the next major town with decent options for fast food junky goodness, he'd stop there and eat. Along the way he sets fire to a couple meaningless to him towns, those being Whiteside and Haletown, Tennessee.
The special thing about Haletown though was that he got to watch it all be rapidly consumed by his violet fire as he was in moderately heavy traffic going over the Nickajack Lake section of the Tennessee River, the result of which being mostly from the evacuation of Chattanooga. Why they chose to go west, he'd never get, though humans these days were perplexing to him, given he was now, in effect so much above these mere pests.
He does take advantage of the partial gridlock to put in another CD, this one Dark Adrenaline by Lacuna Coil and he finds a clearing in the traffic in the next lane to his right. Blaise reacts with a sinister grin and a dark chuckle, stomping his foot to the floor, speeding past the short lived period of heavy traffic. Once his original lane clears up to his liking he takes his foot off the accekerator pedal, slows back down to the speed limit, causing his black with purple tipped hair to stop flapping around so much.
While clearing it away from his lines of sight, the pyrokinetic male shifts back over to the fast lane, left turn signal active .About ten minutes later he passes by a green road sign saying "Exit 152: Kimball. S Pittsburg: 1 mile."
Knowing that was his exit to get to the place he wanted to eat, he darts dangerously, right turn signal active to the right lane, cutting off a minivan. The driver of the minivan, a middle aged mother, gives him the middle finger out her window. He replies with merely an on fire purple middle finger.... before her car explodes into nothing but purple ash, killing her, her husband and their child, a toddler in a rear facing car seat in the third row which Blaise couldn't see. Not like it mattered to him. The potential for collateral damage was fun.
He then checks his clock and pauses his music as he turns onto the off ramp, and sequentially right onto the tandem routes of eastbound US 64 and 72, making sure to turn right on green, in case there were laws against turning right on red for this state. The clock says 11:10 AM. Blaise then spots his ideal spot, Wendy's. The human orders a large Dave's triple with fries and a coke. He happily pays for his meal with a twenty dollar bill, tells the cashier to keep the change and pulls into a parking spot at the nearby Best Western, wanting to ideally not be disturbed as he ate.
Though in the middle of his lunch his phone goes off. He instinctively switches to radio mode where another EAS alert was being transmitted. This alert's voice transmits the following message:
"Civil Danger Warning now in effect for all of Tennessee, the north half of the states of Alabama and Georgia. This is a top priority message interrupting all normal broadcasts.
The following message is being issued at the combined requests of the Alabama, Georgia and Tennessee Emergency Management Agencies. Dangerous fire making individual identified and at large in the area. The individual responsible for fires set in far northwest Georgia, the city of Chattanooga, and the small towns of Whiteside and Galetown, Tennessee has been identified.
He is a 22 year old looking white male with black hair that has auburn highlights, with an unknown date of birth, a height of around 6 feet, and an estimated weight of 150 pounds. He was last seen driving a purple sports car, make, model and license plate unknown status.
He was last seen wearing a black T Shirt with purple flames and black shorts with purple flames on the outer thighs as well as black tennis shoes with purple flames on them. If you spot this individual you are urged to call 9 1 1 as he is being treated as an armed and fatally dangerous person
Do not approach him under any circumstances. Attempted approaching or self apprehension will result in certain death. Please pay attention to local commercial radio outlets and further Emergency Alert System messages for more details on this dangerous matter."
Blaise laughs with almost Discord like glee as he finishes his fries while the end of message beeps sound. He then turns back on the radio, though this time tuning into a police scanner frequency on his phone.
As he eats his burger and casually with a content look on his face sips from his large soda cup, he hears over the scanner a symphony of chatter from all sorts of police cars and dispatch looking for him. The thing that astounded him the most was that he was quite out in the open relatively speaking and yet these morons couldn't find him? How inept and uncoordinated were the police in this town.
Regardless, the villainous human rolls down his windows and enjoys the mild, dry breeze roaming through his performance supercar as he scarfs down the last few bites of his burger.
Blaise, knowing full well nobody could stop him even if he is surrounded, boldly gets out and confidently strides, empty bag and cup in each hand, cup in his left hand, bag in his right and tosses them into the garbage containers near the front door.
As he walks back to his car, he is soon surrounded by four standard issue Marion County Police Ford Taruses (Taurii?) This sight amuses him, knowing that at most, 8 officers were here. Likely with mere 9mm guns
Things he could easily handle.
Given the current situation, all the officers, which there were 8 as he guessed, slowly got out and carefully ducked behind their respective doors. Then the sheriff himself stood up. He was a mostly average if not slightly stocky man, looking in his 40's or 50's with salt and pepper style hair and glasses.
The sheriff says into his megaphone in a calm tone "Sir. Please step away from the direction of the car with your hands up." Blaise chuckles coldly and follows the directions as asked.
This gives the officers on the scene some relief that maybe this situation would be resolved peacefully.... though that relief turns to pure fear as the officers notice... and then feel the violet flames engulf their weapons. This flame rapidly moves to their hand before rushing over their bodies, the flame turning pitch black as it rapidly intensifies to unprecedented levels, burning their entire bodies in seconds.
Nobody has time to extinguish the fires as they all succumb within 20 to 30 seconds from the heat, and then the inhalation of pure fire, roasting their lungs as if they were cornish hen skins. On the outside, as he playfully blows into the air with a cold, heartless and calculating grin, seeming to extingish his flames that way... he could see their bodies were charred to pure black. He then stomped on the sheriff's head, or what used to be it, and it crumbled as if it was a dry sandcastle under his body's weight.
He would then follow suit with the other 7 corpses, his way of saying visually "I'm here. Don't fuck with me or my element. Don't try to stop me. This is what you'll get"
As he gets back into his own car, his eyes would dart with a lick of deep violet fire, before he drives off, the police cars exploding and becoming a raging inferno on contact, seemingly, with the gas in the tank. The dangerous male then turns westbound, back towards the Lee Highway/Interstate 24 interchange, turning onto the westbound on-ramp. As he gets out of the acceleration lane and darts into the fast lane the phone goes off for another alert.
While the car reaches the 70 mile per hour speed limit, the Emergency Alert System goes off again. This time the text to speech voice says the following after the tones sound:
"The Civil Authorities in your area have issued a Blue Alert for all of Tennessee beginning at 12 o 5 PM and ending at 12 20 PM. The state of Tennessee has issued an emergency Blue Alert. The Tennessee Bureau of Investigation as well as the Marion County Sheriffs Department is warning people to run from the fire starting individual mentioned in previous alerts. He has now shown homicidal aggression during a recent attempt to apprehend him in Kendall, Tennessee.
Thanks to research by state authorities, there is now more info to give as a description. The suspect's name is Blaise, he is an early twenties looking male with caucasian skin tone, black hair with auburn highlights, standing around 6 feet tall and weighing about 150 pounds with a skinny to near average figure. He is driving a purple R U F R G T with Georgia tags identifed as P Y R O F I R E. Blaise is a confirmed high casualty to mass casualty suspect last seen by public fast food employees at a Wendys in Kendall. He is believed to be traveling on Interstate 24 likely westbound towards Murfeesboro, though there is a chance he could be heading south on US 72 towards Huntsville, Alabama. If you spot Blaise, contact the T B I at 6 1 5, 7, 4, 4, 7, 0, 0, 0, and they will attempt to de-esclate the situation using all methods at their disposal."
After the alert, Blaise laughs wickedly in prideful glee and says to himself "Typical authority types. They can't understand the powers I have so they try to extinguish my right to exist and thrive." He then sighs in contemplation "Oh well. Maybe seeing their weak officers in their charred dead, crumbly state will show these human pests, once and for all, that. I. AM. FEAR. INCARNITE!"
Blaise then puts in the third CD of this trip, Neverworld's End by Xandria and focuses on plotting out this leg of his journey whilst traveling past the Fiery Gizzard Recreation Area, which he promptly starts a fire in it with a snap of his fingers on his left hand and following that up 8 minutes layer by setting the entire town of Monteagle, Tennessee alight with violet and black fires, giving residents no time to escape, as per usual for this pyromaniac.
The pyromaniac then diverts off the interstate at the mile marker 127 exit and turns left onto Tennessee State Route 50, heading towards Winchester, Tennessee. 20 minutes after diverting off the interstate he reaches the town.... only to notice his digital gas tank milage keeper he modified his car with told him he was almost empty, so as such he reluctantly resigned to his current leg being cut short and pulling into the Speedway gas station at the location near the intersection of Tennessee State Route 16 and Fairground Street. He then shuts the car off and gets out, adjusting his baggy shirt's bottom before taking his pump out and putting it in the gas tank, casually pumping gas as if he hadn't spent the past 4 hours or so on this road trip setting places on fire and brutally extinguishing lives.
After finishing filling his tank, he pays via credit card and then gets back in his car, carefully turning around and getting back onto Tennessee State Route 16, lighting the town of Winchester ablaze as he stays straight, rejoining US route 64 as he drives towards Fayetteville, Tennessee whilst the skies cloud over and become overcast.
Now why wasn't the weather brought up to this point in this tale? Simple? It was a standard late fall day the entire trek so far, sunny skies and mild temperatures in the upper 40's most of the day, except for the moment where Blaise awoke for the day where temps in Marietta were in the upper 20's.
Though now things were getting semi interesting weather wise, though Blaise just shrugged it off as a result of all the fires he set and nothing more, filing the weather thoughts away in the back of his mind metaphorically.
As the last song of his 4th chosen album to listen to while driving concludes its final song, he takes the CD out of the disc tray and puts in Whitechapel's self titled album, listening to its heavy screamo dark metal genre types as he storms his way on into Fayetteville.
Blaise laughs as he would trek his way westward over the next two and a half hours, setting fire to every town along the way.... except one. His destination town for this trip of the tiny town of Corinth, Mississippi, which he pulls into as it starts to rain. As such, the young looking guy pulls into the Holiday Inn Express, turns his car off and takes out his travel bags, carrying them inside. He'd then get his room all negotiated before heading to it and closing the door, locking it behind him with a sigh of relaxation, happy to be at his overnight stop at just after sunset, which to him was pretty good progress to make for a day road trip.
He then sits on the bed, kicking off his shoes, resulting in them hitting the floor TV stand with a pair of soft thuds, revealing his socked feet, which he remedies by taking the socks off, revealing his purple painted toenails. The male then turns on his TV, enjoying seeing the scenes from various local and national news crews of the towns he destroyed and lives he killed today.
Giving a soft chuckle to himself he would sigh and order food in, truly settling in for the night. Sure he didn't know what was in store but he knew he was going to live this era of his life to his best crazed abilities!
(Star Swirl's addendum: I find it extremely fascinating that by all accounts by Equestrian terroristic activity rehab officials working under the Dual Celestial Canterlot Queens, this set of actions was claimed by Blaise himself to be a setup to try and get a relationship with the Changeling Emprical Territory's Queen going. Of course that attempt failed horribly but alas, still fascinating to me that someone would try to use Chrysi's acting role motivations of destruction to try and appeal to her in reality.)
The following tale is written as if from Star Swirl the Bearded's personal beastiary journal....
The Equestrian Irruption as Equestrians grew to classify the intergalactic war as, was a massive, expansive Earth conflict that, at one point threatened to spill into Equestrian lands during the late ... though we aren't here to discuss the war itself. This entry exists to discuss one key pawn in this dangerous chess match. A former humanoid named Blaise, or rather, the catalyst that propelled him to be deemed as Equestria's 2nd Most Deadly Terrorist. ,(Number one? We almost killed her. On the spot.)
For that though we don't need to go that far back. Or at least say origin levels as the Queen of the Arcanian Land (or if any humans read this, Starlight Glimmer) would classify it, but to as humans call it, the year 2012. You see, of Blaise's rampages on humanity in his human form era, this is always one that fascinates Equestrians as humankind swept it under their metaphorical rug. This was a destruction fest so bad, so ugly that humanity put it out of their minds...
But Equestrians never forget. Only do they forgive and one day, at a crucial point in his villain terroristic act against Equestria rehab we were lucky enough to get this tale straight from the perpetrator...
As such this tale begins where all tales do. The beginning. This human entity who looked in his early 20's with a clean shaven face, and a twinkish skinny figure borderlining on average to some people gets out of bed. Being a potent entity, he didn't really need a home like the rest of human kind, and as such he chose to take full advantage of this fact and mostly live from motel room to motel room. Laying low in a different city most nights, though on occasions he would spend two, maybe three nights in a town if he liked it enough and thought nobody would recognize him from his escape from the mysterious Canadian facility that unbeknownst to them, gave life to his current status as master of pyrokinetics.
Ever since that day in 2007 he stuck with the experimental dossier name those "disgusting greedy lab rat doctor types" (his words not ours) gave him, Blaise. He liked it way more than his original name*
* (Which would explain his current day bonding with Tempest Shadow, whom he developed a great respect in during the war. Some in Equestria seem to think they could be dating someday.)
On this day, December 21st 2012 (or as some humans feared it being, the Mayan Tribal Prophetic Doomsday) episode seven of season 3 of our show aired. Though, according to Blaise himself, the season premiere two parter stuck out with him the most. It was on this day that the seeds of personal rivalry between King Sombra and Blaise would be planted....
(Ok sure those seeds wouldn't be harvested for years to come but some criminals take time to stew in their hate before it boils over into actions. More on that rivalry in a future journal inscription)
He knew that, given his now supermutant status, that there was a high possibility, if the multiverse theory was true this Sombra does exist, in turn he would be quite the powerful entity. In short, Blaise knew he needed to hone his pyro attacks, and to him at this time, humanity was HIS personal experiment now. He could toy with them any way he wanted. He got away with it 5 years ago just after escape in 2007, surely nobody could stop him a mere 5 years later.
As such he checked out from his motel room at the DoubleTree located just off Interstate 75 in the Atlanta suburb of Smyrna, Georgia. He paid for his room he had been staying in, in this case the past two nights, and walked to his car which was at this time a RUF RTR that was deep berry purple in hue. The male then starts the car, its 3.8 liter flat 6 rumbling evilly with its modified exhaust pipes out under the rear bumper, which revs up as he pulls out of his parking space and navigates hid way onto Interstate 75 northbound.
As he weaves his way craftily over into the fast lane through 7 lanes of morning traffic, he decides that given the amount of cars nearby, it was impossible to portal travel to another city. Annoyed by this fact, the young man rolls his eyes, smoking faintly with annoyance in his gaze and then sighs. As he motors along at 75 miles per hour towards the northern end of Marietta, he sighs in contemplation. Maybe he needed this drive and it would be a good time to help him keep calm. Act... almost human for once and not a deranged experiment.
The male then takes out a CD from his modified center console, Resolution by Lamb of God, and turns the volume up reasonably high. He may be powerful but he was still somewhat human and could only tolerate so much volume.
The male entity really. Really, wanted to speed but he knew doing that was risky, and he needed to buy time until he could gather up the rest of the experimental humans he saw listed in files he hacked into a couple years ago, so speeding, despite his carnal desires of chaotic yet calculated evil, was crossed off his list mentally speaking.
Soon into his drive he encounters his first major junction, the interchange with Interstate 575. Blaise knew that road would take him to Greenville-Spartanburg South Carolina, and eventually lead him to Charlotte. If he stayed on this interstate though, he'd blast like a steamy steed into Chatanooga, Tennessee and have options from there.
It is here where he decides to stay on Interstate 75, but shifting lanes, turn signal on as he does so, to the second lane from the left as this lane was becoming too thick with traffic for his liking. Sure enough he made the right choice as this lane passed the cars holding him up with relative ease. This sets off his joy centers in his brain and he gives those in the lane he was in the middle finger, purple fire wafting off it like a candle. (Surely this was something those people didn't take too kindly to but nobody knows, not even Blaise himself as he alleges they were passed by in a blur and never caught back up to him.)
It was at this point in his journey, about 25 minutes in where he crossed Allatoona Lake and a sick, twisted idea enters his head. Blaise's eyes light aflame with violet purple fire as he snaps his fingers. This spontaneously ignites the Main Street Grocery and Bait which, unfortunately for the poor humans nearby explodes and sends violet fire in both branching north and east directions.
As he looks off to his right he sees his firey creation rushing off to the tiny town of Altoona while in his rear view mirror he notices his secondary fire as a result of the inital gas station explosion starting to consume the nearby town of Acworth.
This sight causes Blaise to laugh with demonic bloodlust as he hears his phone give off the Wireless Emergency Alert tone, a mobile indicator that the Emergency Alert System had been activated. As he checked his phone while driving past the mile marker 283 exit, still in the fast lane it said the following on screen:
"Fire warning in effect for Cobb, Bartow and Cherokee Counties. Residents in these counties need to EVACUATE NOW"
As such the male pauses his CD and rolls down the window. He then hears the sounds of panicked residents and crying children. Sounds he took great delight in. In response, he sticks his head out of the driver's side window, and screeches out in a demonic cadence "Bwahaha. You puny southeastern humans are only getting your first taste of the Master of FIRE! You. Will. Fear. Me!"
The male then, with eyes still visbly aflame sticks his head back in his car's driver's area and rolls up the window, continuing to drive north as both unusual colored fires carve paths of destruction behind him.
Over the next hour, the pyrokinetic chaotic male ignites fires in the towns of Calhoun, Dalton and Ringgold. Those three fires would rapidly consume all three communities with freakish speed, dooming residents who were trying to get out.
This only adds to the human pyro's delight as he drives north towards his first major stop, Chattanooga, Tennessee. Blaise checks his watch on his left wrist, and it says in VCR style font "10:30" He then darts across three lanes of northbound traffic, nearly causing a crash from the traffic having to avoid him. The male then slows to the recommended speed of 25 miles per hour (40 km/h) and pulls into a parking spot. He then pulls out his phone and starts to muse over his plan of attack while looking over a map of Chattanooga.
It is at this moment where he just wanted to be left alone to think. How does this calculating pyro mutant accomplish that? By spontaneously igniting everyone at the visitors center he was at. These fires were the strangest ones he set to date, since they specifically only ignited all humans outside their cars and stopped burning once all trace of human burning was reduced to ash. He didn't care who he murdered. This guy only wanted relative peace and quiet to think. Now with the only sounds being semi-distant traffic on the interstate thanks to two barricades of fire at the on and off lanes (can't really call them ramps as they aren't ramps) to deter away anyone even remotely curious, he sighs and says to himself "Finally. Peace. No whining runts, no trashy redneck women or energy drink chugging frat bros. Just me, my fires and my lovely car. That'sssss how I like it."
Blaise casually swipes through his phone as his engine idles, mulling over his options. He knows he wants max devastation, and if possible, complete annihilation of the city..... then a thought creeps into the back of his mind. "What if I just target a section. They'll rebuild in a few years and besides, I don't just want one try at the city... like this. Muahaha...." At this moment he puts the car in reverse, cancels out his fire barricades and gets back onto Interstate 75, following the eastbound ramp to continue on it instead of taking interstate 24 west, having a plan in mind.
He then navigates his way around the partial cloverleaf interchange onto Tennessee State route 320 westbound before turning northbound onto US route 64.
As he turns right from US Route 64 to Tennessee Route 153, his syes light with violet fire as he snaps his fingers, a cackling evil laugh escaping his throat. He then looks behind him to see the Chattanooga Airport rapidly going ablaze. As he turns now southbound onto Interstate 75 to get to Interstate 24, he laughs and says to himself "That fire should destroy the entire southeast city limits, given the interaction airliner fuel has with my pyrokinetic abilities.... they'll be busy on that for a while!"
Blaise then snickers as he hears his phone go off again. He checks it and this time the text reads "IMMEDIATE EVACUATION FOR ALL OF CHATTANOOGA. LARGE OUT OF CONTROLLED WILDFIRE IN THE CITY. SUSPECT UNKNOWN AND AT LARGE. DON'T WAIT. EVACUATE NOW."
He then decides to turn on the radio knowing the Emergency Alert System would be going off around this time and sure enough, it was. The robotic voice says the following:
"Immediate Evacuation for the entire city of Chattanooga. A large uncontrolled fire has been spotted at the Chattanooga airport. This fire was spreading in all directions, with the speed of destruction being most deadly on its east and north flanks. Unusually, bystanders reported seeing a violet color to these fires. The suspect who started these fires is unknown and at large. If you spot whomever caused this fire, do not approach them, instead call the Hamilton County Sherriff's office at four two three, two zero nine, seven, zero, zero, zero."
As he hears the end of message trio of tonal beeps while navigating westbound along the winding section of Interstate 24, he gets hungry and decides the next major town with decent options for fast food junky goodness, he'd stop there and eat. Along the way he sets fire to a couple meaningless to him towns, those being Whiteside and Haletown, Tennessee.
The special thing about Haletown though was that he got to watch it all be rapidly consumed by his violet fire as he was in moderately heavy traffic going over the Nickajack Lake section of the Tennessee River, the result of which being mostly from the evacuation of Chattanooga. Why they chose to go west, he'd never get, though humans these days were perplexing to him, given he was now, in effect so much above these mere pests.
He does take advantage of the partial gridlock to put in another CD, this one Dark Adrenaline by Lacuna Coil and he finds a clearing in the traffic in the next lane to his right. Blaise reacts with a sinister grin and a dark chuckle, stomping his foot to the floor, speeding past the short lived period of heavy traffic. Once his original lane clears up to his liking he takes his foot off the accekerator pedal, slows back down to the speed limit, causing his black with purple tipped hair to stop flapping around so much.
While clearing it away from his lines of sight, the pyrokinetic male shifts back over to the fast lane, left turn signal active .About ten minutes later he passes by a green road sign saying "Exit 152: Kimball. S Pittsburg: 1 mile."
Knowing that was his exit to get to the place he wanted to eat, he darts dangerously, right turn signal active to the right lane, cutting off a minivan. The driver of the minivan, a middle aged mother, gives him the middle finger out her window. He replies with merely an on fire purple middle finger.... before her car explodes into nothing but purple ash, killing her, her husband and their child, a toddler in a rear facing car seat in the third row which Blaise couldn't see. Not like it mattered to him. The potential for collateral damage was fun.
He then checks his clock and pauses his music as he turns onto the off ramp, and sequentially right onto the tandem routes of eastbound US 64 and 72, making sure to turn right on green, in case there were laws against turning right on red for this state. The clock says 11:10 AM. Blaise then spots his ideal spot, Wendy's. The human orders a large Dave's triple with fries and a coke. He happily pays for his meal with a twenty dollar bill, tells the cashier to keep the change and pulls into a parking spot at the nearby Best Western, wanting to ideally not be disturbed as he ate.
Though in the middle of his lunch his phone goes off. He instinctively switches to radio mode where another EAS alert was being transmitted. This alert's voice transmits the following message:
"Civil Danger Warning now in effect for all of Tennessee, the north half of the states of Alabama and Georgia. This is a top priority message interrupting all normal broadcasts.
The following message is being issued at the combined requests of the Alabama, Georgia and Tennessee Emergency Management Agencies. Dangerous fire making individual identified and at large in the area. The individual responsible for fires set in far northwest Georgia, the city of Chattanooga, and the small towns of Whiteside and Galetown, Tennessee has been identified.
He is a 22 year old looking white male with black hair that has auburn highlights, with an unknown date of birth, a height of around 6 feet, and an estimated weight of 150 pounds. He was last seen driving a purple sports car, make, model and license plate unknown status.
He was last seen wearing a black T Shirt with purple flames and black shorts with purple flames on the outer thighs as well as black tennis shoes with purple flames on them. If you spot this individual you are urged to call 9 1 1 as he is being treated as an armed and fatally dangerous person
Do not approach him under any circumstances. Attempted approaching or self apprehension will result in certain death. Please pay attention to local commercial radio outlets and further Emergency Alert System messages for more details on this dangerous matter."
Blaise laughs with almost Discord like glee as he finishes his fries while the end of message beeps sound. He then turns back on the radio, though this time tuning into a police scanner frequency on his phone.
As he eats his burger and casually with a content look on his face sips from his large soda cup, he hears over the scanner a symphony of chatter from all sorts of police cars and dispatch looking for him. The thing that astounded him the most was that he was quite out in the open relatively speaking and yet these morons couldn't find him? How inept and uncoordinated were the police in this town.
Regardless, the villainous human rolls down his windows and enjoys the mild, dry breeze roaming through his performance supercar as he scarfs down the last few bites of his burger.
Blaise, knowing full well nobody could stop him even if he is surrounded, boldly gets out and confidently strides, empty bag and cup in each hand, cup in his left hand, bag in his right and tosses them into the garbage containers near the front door.
As he walks back to his car, he is soon surrounded by four standard issue Marion County Police Ford Taruses (Taurii?) This sight amuses him, knowing that at most, 8 officers were here. Likely with mere 9mm guns
Things he could easily handle.
Given the current situation, all the officers, which there were 8 as he guessed, slowly got out and carefully ducked behind their respective doors. Then the sheriff himself stood up. He was a mostly average if not slightly stocky man, looking in his 40's or 50's with salt and pepper style hair and glasses.
The sheriff says into his megaphone in a calm tone "Sir. Please step away from the direction of the car with your hands up." Blaise chuckles coldly and follows the directions as asked.
This gives the officers on the scene some relief that maybe this situation would be resolved peacefully.... though that relief turns to pure fear as the officers notice... and then feel the violet flames engulf their weapons. This flame rapidly moves to their hand before rushing over their bodies, the flame turning pitch black as it rapidly intensifies to unprecedented levels, burning their entire bodies in seconds.
Nobody has time to extinguish the fires as they all succumb within 20 to 30 seconds from the heat, and then the inhalation of pure fire, roasting their lungs as if they were cornish hen skins. On the outside, as he playfully blows into the air with a cold, heartless and calculating grin, seeming to extingish his flames that way... he could see their bodies were charred to pure black. He then stomped on the sheriff's head, or what used to be it, and it crumbled as if it was a dry sandcastle under his body's weight.
He would then follow suit with the other 7 corpses, his way of saying visually "I'm here. Don't fuck with me or my element. Don't try to stop me. This is what you'll get"
As he gets back into his own car, his eyes would dart with a lick of deep violet fire, before he drives off, the police cars exploding and becoming a raging inferno on contact, seemingly, with the gas in the tank. The dangerous male then turns westbound, back towards the Lee Highway/Interstate 24 interchange, turning onto the westbound on-ramp. As he gets out of the acceleration lane and darts into the fast lane the phone goes off for another alert.
While the car reaches the 70 mile per hour speed limit, the Emergency Alert System goes off again. This time the text to speech voice says the following after the tones sound:
"The Civil Authorities in your area have issued a Blue Alert for all of Tennessee beginning at 12 o 5 PM and ending at 12 20 PM. The state of Tennessee has issued an emergency Blue Alert. The Tennessee Bureau of Investigation as well as the Marion County Sheriffs Department is warning people to run from the fire starting individual mentioned in previous alerts. He has now shown homicidal aggression during a recent attempt to apprehend him in Kendall, Tennessee.
Thanks to research by state authorities, there is now more info to give as a description. The suspect's name is Blaise, he is an early twenties looking male with caucasian skin tone, black hair with auburn highlights, standing around 6 feet tall and weighing about 150 pounds with a skinny to near average figure. He is driving a purple R U F R G T with Georgia tags identifed as P Y R O F I R E. Blaise is a confirmed high casualty to mass casualty suspect last seen by public fast food employees at a Wendys in Kendall. He is believed to be traveling on Interstate 24 likely westbound towards Murfeesboro, though there is a chance he could be heading south on US 72 towards Huntsville, Alabama. If you spot Blaise, contact the T B I at 6 1 5, 7, 4, 4, 7, 0, 0, 0, and they will attempt to de-esclate the situation using all methods at their disposal."
After the alert, Blaise laughs wickedly in prideful glee and says to himself "Typical authority types. They can't understand the powers I have so they try to extinguish my right to exist and thrive." He then sighs in contemplation "Oh well. Maybe seeing their weak officers in their charred dead, crumbly state will show these human pests, once and for all, that. I. AM. FEAR. INCARNITE!"
Blaise then puts in the third CD of this trip, Neverworld's End by Xandria and focuses on plotting out this leg of his journey whilst traveling past the Fiery Gizzard Recreation Area, which he promptly starts a fire in it with a snap of his fingers on his left hand and following that up 8 minutes layer by setting the entire town of Monteagle, Tennessee alight with violet and black fires, giving residents no time to escape, as per usual for this pyromaniac.
The pyromaniac then diverts off the interstate at the mile marker 127 exit and turns left onto Tennessee State Route 50, heading towards Winchester, Tennessee. 20 minutes after diverting off the interstate he reaches the town.... only to notice his digital gas tank milage keeper he modified his car with told him he was almost empty, so as such he reluctantly resigned to his current leg being cut short and pulling into the Speedway gas station at the location near the intersection of Tennessee State Route 16 and Fairground Street. He then shuts the car off and gets out, adjusting his baggy shirt's bottom before taking his pump out and putting it in the gas tank, casually pumping gas as if he hadn't spent the past 4 hours or so on this road trip setting places on fire and brutally extinguishing lives.
After finishing filling his tank, he pays via credit card and then gets back in his car, carefully turning around and getting back onto Tennessee State Route 16, lighting the town of Winchester ablaze as he stays straight, rejoining US route 64 as he drives towards Fayetteville, Tennessee whilst the skies cloud over and become overcast.
Now why wasn't the weather brought up to this point in this tale? Simple? It was a standard late fall day the entire trek so far, sunny skies and mild temperatures in the upper 40's most of the day, except for the moment where Blaise awoke for the day where temps in Marietta were in the upper 20's.
Though now things were getting semi interesting weather wise, though Blaise just shrugged it off as a result of all the fires he set and nothing more, filing the weather thoughts away in the back of his mind metaphorically.
As the last song of his 4th chosen album to listen to while driving concludes its final song, he takes the CD out of the disc tray and puts in Whitechapel's self titled album, listening to its heavy screamo dark metal genre types as he storms his way on into Fayetteville.
Blaise laughs as he would trek his way westward over the next two and a half hours, setting fire to every town along the way.... except one. His destination town for this trip of the tiny town of Corinth, Mississippi, which he pulls into as it starts to rain. As such, the young looking guy pulls into the Holiday Inn Express, turns his car off and takes out his travel bags, carrying them inside. He'd then get his room all negotiated before heading to it and closing the door, locking it behind him with a sigh of relaxation, happy to be at his overnight stop at just after sunset, which to him was pretty good progress to make for a day road trip.
He then sits on the bed, kicking off his shoes, resulting in them hitting the floor TV stand with a pair of soft thuds, revealing his socked feet, which he remedies by taking the socks off, revealing his purple painted toenails. The male then turns on his TV, enjoying seeing the scenes from various local and national news crews of the towns he destroyed and lives he killed today.
Giving a soft chuckle to himself he would sigh and order food in, truly settling in for the night. Sure he didn't know what was in store but he knew he was going to live this era of his life to his best crazed abilities!
(Star Swirl's addendum: I find it extremely fascinating that by all accounts by Equestrian terroristic activity rehab officials working under the Dual Celestial Canterlot Queens, this set of actions was claimed by Blaise himself to be a setup to try and get a relationship with the Changeling Emprical Territory's Queen going. Of course that attempt failed horribly but alas, still fascinating to me that someone would try to use Chrysi's acting role motivations of destruction to try and appeal to her in reality.)
