"Oh my gosh. That looks like Ace!" I exclaimed.

"It can't be. Can it? Ace wouldn't something like that. Would he?" Shulk asked.

Ace was killing them off one by one by cremating them. He begins laughing demonically. His voice wasn't his normal pitch, though, it was much lower. He also had a flash of agony in his voice, making it sound like he was in pain. But he was still out of control.

"Ace! You've got to stop!" I yelled.

Vincent saw the ashen sculptures of what were once men. "I think we need to go!" he yelled.

"That's probably a good idea." I replied, as the military showed up. I grabbed Shulk and quickly flew out the back window with him.

"Where are we going?" Shulk asked.

"I don't know yet. We've got to get out of here, however." I replied.

"Anywhere but here," Vincent said, going as fast as Tails was flying, below the two.

"I can't believe Ace would do that." Shulk said.

Ace finally gave up. The flames went down as he laid on the ground. He was shivering, whimpering, and barely breathing. His eyes were shut, he had fallen unconscious.

"My house is about a half-mile away from here. Maybe we won't be found there."

"Good plan." I agreed.
"You'll have to help us tell which one's which."

"It's the red one, with the number 444 on it. You can't miss it."

The military shoved Ace into an everything-proof cage and carted him off somewhere.

Eventually, I saw the house.
"That must be the place down there." I stated, flying towards it.