Tale: Origins of the Pyre Part the Third

There stood Operator Nerosol, his body covered completely, with his head tilted to the side.
"Well? What are you three doing here? What are your orders?" he asked as he stretched out.

The trio Glanced at each other then held out the data player once more. From within it crackled a voice of an older gentleman.
"Operator Nerosol, By Order of the Nine Towers High Council and authorized by the majority of the house, you are to set in motion Protocol 7825AS23/Polo. Pass code: Immortal army." The voice stated.

The wooden puppet of Buddha gasped as it stopped its random stretching. "That... is not possible."

To this The operator shrugged and pointed to the computers. "Do it yourself. But I warn you.... It is not going to be pretty. I will effected by that Protocol too."

"We Know....." The Trio stated in Unison as they pulled their guns and unloaded them into The body of the Operator. "So we shall kill you first."

"That was stupid of you...." Nerosol said as he fell.
The trio Moved to the computers and began to execute the protocol. The protocol was designed to speed up the transformation from Prisoners to Brainwashed obedient super warriors. Behind them The body of the operator was fretted over by the wooden puppet of Buddha. It wailed over the body as a human would.

"Really.... You three make me sad...." A voice echoed from somewhere in the room.
This Caused the trio to look around frantically. They Cast their eyes back to the body of the dead operator. Suddenly it burst into flames and Suddenly stood up.

"Really did you think I would not be effected by the protocol because I was dead? You don't know me...." The corpse Stated as it shed the black armor. The flaming body that emerged was that of a young man. His back marred with a large burn scar that continued down the right arm to the elbow. Black brown hair covered his face as he walked to the bed and closet. From there he dressed, Putting out the flames as he did. He pulled the hair back out his face.

The Trio raised their weapons once more at the operator and spoke. "Operator Nerosol. Stand down or we will kill you once more."

"Nero Who?" The wooden puppet of Buddha squealed as it cut the hair of its master. In doing so revealing the scar that went from ear to ear across the young man's face.

"Operator Nerosol Died." The young man stated as he grinned softly. "I am The Pyre."