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Synopsis : Jason wakes up one day after a crazy christmas party, only to find himself in Hel. Not the fiery, boil you alive kind but the cold, desolate one. The only living person around him is Hela, the Goddess of Death from the Scandinavian myths. Unfortunately for him, she is all too stabby happy. Now he has to use all his wits to survive.
Norway
Thor watched with an empty look as his father passed away, turning to a golden wave of energy, before disappearing to the skies.
"So, he is dead."
Both siblings turned around to face the owner of the female voice, most likely the person Odin had just warned them about.
A figure in glossy, dark, form-fitting garb with green accents and damage in several places stood there, hair dark as night, radiating a feeling of dread and death.
This person was dangerous, extremely so, and Thor was on edge. "Who are you?" he demanded, Mjolnir held tight in his hand, ready to strike should she prove to be hostile.
She merely grinned, reaching behind to pull someone out of the gate, and introduced herself, "Hela, the firstborn of Odin, the rightful heir of Asgard, and so on. I assume you are Thor, and you, Loki."
Thor blinked, hand wavering for a second as the implications settled in.
A sister?
"You know us?" Loki realized that she was imprisoned before Thor was born, as the knowledge that they had a sister was a recent one for both.
"Yes, I have been informed of your existence, though the exact nature of your connection to Odin was not clear," their sister smirked, pulling up her companion from the ground, who groaned in discomfort.
From his garb, he was most likely a Midgardian, though how or why he would be with Hela was a mystery.
"We are his sons," Thor was still wary, but his sister—and it felt truly unsettling to say that—had not taken any hostile actions.
He would give her the benefit of the doubt, for now.
"Adopted," Loki was quick to correct, and Hela's smirk widened.
"Would you happen to be a Jotun?"
Loki's finger twitched, and he hesitated. Even after everything that had happened, the number of people who knew he was a Jotun was just Thor and himself, so, "Yes, how did you…?"
"At least you weren't entirely wrong," She tapped the Midgardian on his temple with her knuckles, though the mortal was too weak to speak more than a sentence.
"There definitely is a discrepancy between the myths and the facts," the Midgardian grunted.
"What now?" So far, his father's worries over Hela seemed to be, while not entirely unfounded, not meeting the severity of his warning.
"I honestly don't know." Hela summoned a seat of black metal to sit down. "I had intended to kill anyone in my path and take Asgard's throne, but I am not sure if I even want it anymore."
At the least, they would not come to blows over the throne, though there was another matter to solve: "That is relieving to hear, but who is he?"
"My advisor, I suppose," She waved her hand, looking at the horizon where Odin had disappeared in a breeze of light.
"Hey," the mortal advisor waved his hand, pale as a corpse.
There was an awkward silence between the siblings, since neither knew what to do or say now.
Hela started by asking how Asgard was doing, scoffing upon hearing how peaceful and prosperous it was under the benevolent rule of the late King Odin.
When she explained that her siblings did not know Odin as she had, the mighty conqueror of the nine realms, both Thor and Loki found it hard to believe that their peace-loving father could be a bloodthirsty warlord.
He had gone as far as to banish his perfect son for almost starting a war with Jotunheim and always strived for peaceful solutions to the quarrels across the Nine Realms.
It had turned into a shouting match between Thor and Hela, and the Goddess of Death was getting angry, which did not bode well for her little brother.
"If I may," the mortal intervened as the gods were about to exchange blows, and interestingly enough, Hela held her blades back.
"Continue."
"Rather than standing here to discuss and then come to blows over who knew Daddy best," the mortal raised an index finger, pointing one to Thor and the other to Hela, "or who the favorite child was, why don't both of you prove your claims?"
Hela smirked in that unsettling and dread-inspiring way she did, "He is correct. What do you say, little brother? Shall I prove what a liar Odin was?"
"Very well."
---
Asgard
The second Jason came out of the rainbow bridge, he bent down, feeling his stomach do the entire range of movements a gymnastics champion would, but thankfully, he did not puke all over the pristine floors and embarrass himself.
"Thor, you have returned! Where is King Odin?" A fat, ginger Asgardian greeted them, brandishing a large, double-sided axe in his hands, while the siblings watched as Hela repaired her attire, looking as if she was overwhelmed by something.
Loki quickly figured out that their sister was drawing power from Asgard, something only Odin could do until now.
She truly was his firstborn and heir.
"My father is dead," Thor's voice lacked any of the usual joviality, and his friends stopped, still as the statues adorning Asgard's palace.
"Are you proud of yourself, Loki, for killing your own father?" The fat one gritted his teeth, raising his axe to the deceiver's neck, and his blonde companion wasn't far back, raising his sword to match.
Loki raised his hands in surrender, but Hela could see that he had already switched himself with an illusion, "I am not to blame this time."
"He is correct. It was simply my father's time," Thor smacked the back of the illusion's head, dispelling it.
"Where is Heimdall? Don't tell me he has passed away too," how amusing that would be, to hear that Odin's faithful watcher was dead as well.
"Thor, who is your friend? And more importantly, why haven't you introduced us?" the blonde, suave Aesir gave a light bow with a very charming smile, but the knife at his neck chilled him to the core.
"I am Hela, the Goddess of Death, and if you speak to me in that manner again, I'll tear your tongue off."
Thor raised both hands, stopping the oversized Aesir from attempting anything, and gave Hela a very pointed stare, "Peace, sister, Fandral is harmless."
---
Learning that Heimdall, the faithful watcher of Odin, turned fugitive because he was accused of treason by Loki while impersonating the king was certainly an amusing turn of events.
"You wanted proof of Odin's past? Here you have it," Hela grinned, launching her summoned swords to the ceiling. Jason was quick to backtrack to avoid the falling pieces from the top, and beneath the glimmering murals of tea parties and treaties, a far more horrific truth was revealed.
Hela and Odin slaughtering their way through multiple battlefields, leading the mighty armies of Asgard to bloody victories.
Workers, possibly slaves, were whipped by Einherjar to build something, while a gigantic black wolf watched over them all.
In the middle of it, Odin, holding his spear, Gugnir, with the black thorns of Hela's helmet behind his golden one, showing just how much he valued his daughter as a weapon.
Once, long, long ago.
"That's not possible," Thor turned around on the spot, feeling his head spin as he saw Odin.
"How little you know," Hela chuckled, feeling immense pleasure from breaking her naive little brother's view of Odin, "I was his weapon in the conquest that built Asgard's empire. One by one, the realms became ours. But then, simply because my ambition outgrew his, he banished me, caged me, and locked me away like an animal."
"Odin, so proud to have it, ashamed of how he got it."
---
The revelation shook Thor, and the God of Thunder was sitting on the steps of the throne, unnaturally quiet and still, looking at the throne as if it was a monument to thousands of years of blood and lies. The blood that was shed for it must be astronomical, and it made him sick.
"What now? Odin is dead, but Asgard needs a ruler," the God of Mischief, however, seemed to be more concerned about the succession crisis.
"Not you," Hela shut down her adopted brother before he could make his bid.
She had nothing against his status, only against his personality.
"Why? Because I am a jotun?" the boy's tone was bitter, and his smile did not reach his eyes.
"Because you, from what I heard, are too much like Odin, only you are a terrible liar, while he was the greatest of them all," Hela opened her arms wide, gesturing to the rubble covering the floor of the throne room, the remains of Odin's lies.
"That can't be entirely accurate." Of all the times he had been compared to Odin, lies had never been a subject of it.
"She is right," the mortal advisor intervened, much to Loki's irritation. "I mean, even the myths of Earth tell that you are a liar and a deceiver, but Odin's lies were only revealed after his death, and there is not a thing anyone can do to him now."
"When you say it like that, I can't disagree. Will you take the throne then, sister?" Loki conceded quickly, for the sole fact that Hela was not like Odin.
One mistake, and he had no doubt she would kill him on the spot.
It was best to reconsider his approach.
Hela ran her finger across the armrest of the throne, her face blank like an empty canvas, "Once, I would have killed you both for even thinking of sitting on it, but now? Now I don't truly care."
One year, and the human had done what neither Odin nor centuries of imprisonment could.
Made her reconsider her life choices.
"Thor doesn't want it either," Loki glanced at Thor to see if his brother would refute, but the God of Thunder just shook his head, "No, I don't."
Hela left the throne, looking down at her mortal advisor, "Since you are my advisor, do your job. Advise me on how to solve this conundrum."
"Well, we have a claimant that wants it, but the people would revolt if he ascended as king." Jason gestured at Loki, already having an idea formed in his head due to just how people treated him, "another that the people would love, but does not want the throne," Thor was still looking at the murals. "And then there is you, the one people don't know at all."
"And?"
"And I believe you should take the throne, at least for a while, to see if you actually want it or not. If you decide that you don't, then it is no longer your problem, and you can spend the rest of your possibly immortal life discovering what you want to do."
It was the entire basis of their discussions in Helheim, that Hela had only one life, and did she truly want to spend it conquering the galaxy because she was still stuck in the past as Odin's general and executioner.
"You would take the advice of a mortal?" on such an important matter as the future of Asgard, no less.
Loki found the sharp edge of a sword at his neck, and his throat bobbed, feeling the cold metal touch his skin.
It was too fast for him to reach, but fortunately Hela put down her sword after Loki raised his hands in surrender, "A mortal that is the sole reason you are not dead or kneeling before me."
"So be it," Hela took a step, passing near Thor on purpose, who merely glanced at his sister. "I shall take the throne," she decided, finally seating herself.
"Great. Now if I may ask, Your Highness, can I get clothes to change into? I've been wearing the same attire for who knows how long, and they are about to fuse with my skin."
Hela rolled his eyes, instructing Loki to summon servants to see to her advisor's needs.
---
Once Jason had taken a bath and changed into the only available clothes, which were silk robes and garments, he was brought back to the throne room, where the siblings were sitting in silence.
"Tell me, Midgardian, how did you find yourself with our sister?" As the revelations regarding their father's past and newfound older sister settled, Thor had one more question in his mind.
Jason shrugged. He had already explained it to Hela and still didn't have an answer. "I don't know. I fell asleep after arriving at my home and woke up in Helheim."
"Could it be because of the Convergence?" Loki knew that several humans had disappeared due to the anomalous effects of the Convergence, and this human could be one of the unfortunate ones.
Jason did not know what Loki referred to, but the literal meaning of the word did not inspire anything nice: "The what now?"
Thor and Loki shared a look. "Right, you would not know the exact cause. It was an event where the nine realms aligned, and your world was affected as well. In fact, one of your cities, London, I believe, suffered several anomalies and damage as a result of the battle between me and Malekith." Unless the mortal was living under a rock, he should have been aware of the events caused by the Convergence.
"I am sure I would remember if something like that happened. What year was it anyway?" Jason would certainly remember magical bullshit causing anomalies across London, one of the most important cities in the world.
Meaning it must have happened after he had somehow arrived in Helheim.
"I believe the year 2013 by the Midgardian calendar, four years ago," Thor explained, taking a couple of seconds to remember the dates in Earth's time.
Now it was Jason's turn to look at Thor and Loki as if they had suddenly turned green. "That can't be possible. It was the tail end of 2025 when I went to sleep and woke up in Helheim."
His words confused the brothers, but there was a possible explanation for it as well.
"Could you be from the future?" Time travel wasn't something Loki had dabbled in, but perhaps whatever or whoever meddled in the mortal's life might be
Jason sat down, hands tangled through his curly brown hair, a sign that he was frustrated. "I don't know."
Even if he had time traveled to the past for some unknown reason, that did not explain the whole about this Convergence.
"What of the Avengers? Surely, you must know them?" The mention of the heroes had Loki twitch in his seated position, as the memory of that giant brute using him to redecorate the Stark Tower's floor came unbidden.
"Who?" Who the hell were the Avengers? An emo boy band?
"The Avengers? The heroes that saved the world from the Chitauri invasion five years ago?" Thor knew something was definitely wrong now.
"What invasion?!" Jason was aghast, because he sure as hell did not remember an alien invasion on Earth.
What the hell was going on?!
---
The discrepancy between Jason and Thor's knowledge of Midgard, which included the convergence, the Avengers, and the Chitauri invasion, had stumped them all.
Until Jason realized what was happening, and a great weight settled on his stomach, dragging him down, "I think this is not my Earth."
"I beg your pardon?" Loki didn't know what the mortal meant by not his Earth, because there certainly was only one planet with that name where humans lived.
Unless they were wrong on a galactic scale, of course.
"Do you guys know what the multiverse is?" The theory must not have existed in Asgard, because they looked at Jason as if he had grown a second head.
"Basically, there exist an infinite number of universes in parallel to each other. For example," he gestured to Thor, "let's say that in this universe, you are a male, and in another, you are a female."
Loki chuckled at the thought of a female Thor, a tall maiden with muscles like sculpted marble and a thunderous voice, forced to wear dresses by their mother.
Which made him miss Frigga.
"You believe you are from another reality? Where we possibly did not exist, or existed as your myths described us?" because as far as Hela was concerned, these myths were worse than this reality by far.
Her being brothers with Fenrir and a serpent the size of a planet, all born from the same mother as children of Loki?
Ugh, even the thought of it made her nauseous.
"How are we described in the myths? I am not familiar with Midgardian beliefs regarding the rest of the Nine Realms." Loki had been on Midgard two times, once to fulfill his end of the dare with Thor, and the other for the failed conquest; as such, he did not know much about how the mortals saw them before learning that Asgard actually existed.
Thor, looking at the Midgardian in their midst, had an idea on how to mess with Loki: "Yet you wanted to conquer and rule Midgard."
His brother's eyes widened in worry, because if the human had as much influence over Hela as he thought, then he might just be in trouble.
"You what?" Jason hissed like an agitated serpent. He was definitely in a different dimension now, but that didn't mean he was going to ignore the fact that this bastard tried to invade Earth.
"Oh, he was the one leading the Chitauri invasion against Earth," Thor grinned as Loki glared at him.
Jason turned to Hela. "Any chance we can bind him to a rock and let a snake drip venom in his eyes?" because this bastard deserved nothing less.
Loki tensed, ready to flee should Hela actually decide to punish him, but she just waved her hand.
"My, you Midgardians are certainly creative," Hela remembered Jason's tales of Midgardians that worshipped the Aesir, who believed Loki's cries of pain were the causes of earthquakes.
Cute.
"Ignoring his failure in taking Midgard, you said he commanded the Chitauri?" Jason had told her about the futility of such an action, because the humans would sooner destroy their world than let anyone else have it.
Every time Hela called Thor and Loki "brother," it was done as mockery, but this time, her tone was serious.
Thanos was trying to recover the Infinity Stones once again if he had sent Chitauri to Midgard, and once the Titan learned Odin was dead, he would not wait any longer.
Norway
Thor watched with an empty look as his father passed away, turning to a golden wave of energy, before disappearing to the skies.
"So, he is dead."
Both siblings turned around to face the owner of the female voice, most likely the person Odin had just warned them about.
A figure in glossy, dark, form-fitting garb with green accents and damage in several places stood there, hair dark as night, radiating a feeling of dread and death.
This person was dangerous, extremely so, and Thor was on edge. "Who are you?" he demanded, Mjolnir held tight in his hand, ready to strike should she prove to be hostile.
She merely grinned, reaching behind to pull someone out of the gate, and introduced herself, "Hela, the firstborn of Odin, the rightful heir of Asgard, and so on. I assume you are Thor, and you, Loki."
Thor blinked, hand wavering for a second as the implications settled in.
A sister?
"You know us?" Loki realized that she was imprisoned before Thor was born, as the knowledge that they had a sister was a recent one for both.
"Yes, I have been informed of your existence, though the exact nature of your connection to Odin was not clear," their sister smirked, pulling up her companion from the ground, who groaned in discomfort.
From his garb, he was most likely a Midgardian, though how or why he would be with Hela was a mystery.
"We are his sons," Thor was still wary, but his sister—and it felt truly unsettling to say that—had not taken any hostile actions.
He would give her the benefit of the doubt, for now.
"Adopted," Loki was quick to correct, and Hela's smirk widened.
"Would you happen to be a Jotun?"
Loki's finger twitched, and he hesitated. Even after everything that had happened, the number of people who knew he was a Jotun was just Thor and himself, so, "Yes, how did you…?"
"At least you weren't entirely wrong," She tapped the Midgardian on his temple with her knuckles, though the mortal was too weak to speak more than a sentence.
"There definitely is a discrepancy between the myths and the facts," the Midgardian grunted.
"What now?" So far, his father's worries over Hela seemed to be, while not entirely unfounded, not meeting the severity of his warning.
"I honestly don't know." Hela summoned a seat of black metal to sit down. "I had intended to kill anyone in my path and take Asgard's throne, but I am not sure if I even want it anymore."
At the least, they would not come to blows over the throne, though there was another matter to solve: "That is relieving to hear, but who is he?"
"My advisor, I suppose," She waved her hand, looking at the horizon where Odin had disappeared in a breeze of light.
"Hey," the mortal advisor waved his hand, pale as a corpse.
There was an awkward silence between the siblings, since neither knew what to do or say now.
Hela started by asking how Asgard was doing, scoffing upon hearing how peaceful and prosperous it was under the benevolent rule of the late King Odin.
When she explained that her siblings did not know Odin as she had, the mighty conqueror of the nine realms, both Thor and Loki found it hard to believe that their peace-loving father could be a bloodthirsty warlord.
He had gone as far as to banish his perfect son for almost starting a war with Jotunheim and always strived for peaceful solutions to the quarrels across the Nine Realms.
It had turned into a shouting match between Thor and Hela, and the Goddess of Death was getting angry, which did not bode well for her little brother.
"If I may," the mortal intervened as the gods were about to exchange blows, and interestingly enough, Hela held her blades back.
"Continue."
"Rather than standing here to discuss and then come to blows over who knew Daddy best," the mortal raised an index finger, pointing one to Thor and the other to Hela, "or who the favorite child was, why don't both of you prove your claims?"
Hela smirked in that unsettling and dread-inspiring way she did, "He is correct. What do you say, little brother? Shall I prove what a liar Odin was?"
"Very well."
---
Asgard
The second Jason came out of the rainbow bridge, he bent down, feeling his stomach do the entire range of movements a gymnastics champion would, but thankfully, he did not puke all over the pristine floors and embarrass himself.
"Thor, you have returned! Where is King Odin?" A fat, ginger Asgardian greeted them, brandishing a large, double-sided axe in his hands, while the siblings watched as Hela repaired her attire, looking as if she was overwhelmed by something.
Loki quickly figured out that their sister was drawing power from Asgard, something only Odin could do until now.
She truly was his firstborn and heir.
"My father is dead," Thor's voice lacked any of the usual joviality, and his friends stopped, still as the statues adorning Asgard's palace.
"Are you proud of yourself, Loki, for killing your own father?" The fat one gritted his teeth, raising his axe to the deceiver's neck, and his blonde companion wasn't far back, raising his sword to match.
Loki raised his hands in surrender, but Hela could see that he had already switched himself with an illusion, "I am not to blame this time."
"He is correct. It was simply my father's time," Thor smacked the back of the illusion's head, dispelling it.
"Where is Heimdall? Don't tell me he has passed away too," how amusing that would be, to hear that Odin's faithful watcher was dead as well.
"Thor, who is your friend? And more importantly, why haven't you introduced us?" the blonde, suave Aesir gave a light bow with a very charming smile, but the knife at his neck chilled him to the core.
"I am Hela, the Goddess of Death, and if you speak to me in that manner again, I'll tear your tongue off."
Thor raised both hands, stopping the oversized Aesir from attempting anything, and gave Hela a very pointed stare, "Peace, sister, Fandral is harmless."
---
Learning that Heimdall, the faithful watcher of Odin, turned fugitive because he was accused of treason by Loki while impersonating the king was certainly an amusing turn of events.
"You wanted proof of Odin's past? Here you have it," Hela grinned, launching her summoned swords to the ceiling. Jason was quick to backtrack to avoid the falling pieces from the top, and beneath the glimmering murals of tea parties and treaties, a far more horrific truth was revealed.
Hela and Odin slaughtering their way through multiple battlefields, leading the mighty armies of Asgard to bloody victories.
Workers, possibly slaves, were whipped by Einherjar to build something, while a gigantic black wolf watched over them all.
In the middle of it, Odin, holding his spear, Gugnir, with the black thorns of Hela's helmet behind his golden one, showing just how much he valued his daughter as a weapon.
Once, long, long ago.
"That's not possible," Thor turned around on the spot, feeling his head spin as he saw Odin.
"How little you know," Hela chuckled, feeling immense pleasure from breaking her naive little brother's view of Odin, "I was his weapon in the conquest that built Asgard's empire. One by one, the realms became ours. But then, simply because my ambition outgrew his, he banished me, caged me, and locked me away like an animal."
"Odin, so proud to have it, ashamed of how he got it."
---
The revelation shook Thor, and the God of Thunder was sitting on the steps of the throne, unnaturally quiet and still, looking at the throne as if it was a monument to thousands of years of blood and lies. The blood that was shed for it must be astronomical, and it made him sick.
"What now? Odin is dead, but Asgard needs a ruler," the God of Mischief, however, seemed to be more concerned about the succession crisis.
"Not you," Hela shut down her adopted brother before he could make his bid.
She had nothing against his status, only against his personality.
"Why? Because I am a jotun?" the boy's tone was bitter, and his smile did not reach his eyes.
"Because you, from what I heard, are too much like Odin, only you are a terrible liar, while he was the greatest of them all," Hela opened her arms wide, gesturing to the rubble covering the floor of the throne room, the remains of Odin's lies.
"That can't be entirely accurate." Of all the times he had been compared to Odin, lies had never been a subject of it.
"She is right," the mortal advisor intervened, much to Loki's irritation. "I mean, even the myths of Earth tell that you are a liar and a deceiver, but Odin's lies were only revealed after his death, and there is not a thing anyone can do to him now."
"When you say it like that, I can't disagree. Will you take the throne then, sister?" Loki conceded quickly, for the sole fact that Hela was not like Odin.
One mistake, and he had no doubt she would kill him on the spot.
It was best to reconsider his approach.
Hela ran her finger across the armrest of the throne, her face blank like an empty canvas, "Once, I would have killed you both for even thinking of sitting on it, but now? Now I don't truly care."
One year, and the human had done what neither Odin nor centuries of imprisonment could.
Made her reconsider her life choices.
"Thor doesn't want it either," Loki glanced at Thor to see if his brother would refute, but the God of Thunder just shook his head, "No, I don't."
Hela left the throne, looking down at her mortal advisor, "Since you are my advisor, do your job. Advise me on how to solve this conundrum."
"Well, we have a claimant that wants it, but the people would revolt if he ascended as king." Jason gestured at Loki, already having an idea formed in his head due to just how people treated him, "another that the people would love, but does not want the throne," Thor was still looking at the murals. "And then there is you, the one people don't know at all."
"And?"
"And I believe you should take the throne, at least for a while, to see if you actually want it or not. If you decide that you don't, then it is no longer your problem, and you can spend the rest of your possibly immortal life discovering what you want to do."
It was the entire basis of their discussions in Helheim, that Hela had only one life, and did she truly want to spend it conquering the galaxy because she was still stuck in the past as Odin's general and executioner.
"You would take the advice of a mortal?" on such an important matter as the future of Asgard, no less.
Loki found the sharp edge of a sword at his neck, and his throat bobbed, feeling the cold metal touch his skin.
It was too fast for him to reach, but fortunately Hela put down her sword after Loki raised his hands in surrender, "A mortal that is the sole reason you are not dead or kneeling before me."
"So be it," Hela took a step, passing near Thor on purpose, who merely glanced at his sister. "I shall take the throne," she decided, finally seating herself.
"Great. Now if I may ask, Your Highness, can I get clothes to change into? I've been wearing the same attire for who knows how long, and they are about to fuse with my skin."
Hela rolled his eyes, instructing Loki to summon servants to see to her advisor's needs.
---
Once Jason had taken a bath and changed into the only available clothes, which were silk robes and garments, he was brought back to the throne room, where the siblings were sitting in silence.
"Tell me, Midgardian, how did you find yourself with our sister?" As the revelations regarding their father's past and newfound older sister settled, Thor had one more question in his mind.
Jason shrugged. He had already explained it to Hela and still didn't have an answer. "I don't know. I fell asleep after arriving at my home and woke up in Helheim."
"Could it be because of the Convergence?" Loki knew that several humans had disappeared due to the anomalous effects of the Convergence, and this human could be one of the unfortunate ones.
Jason did not know what Loki referred to, but the literal meaning of the word did not inspire anything nice: "The what now?"
Thor and Loki shared a look. "Right, you would not know the exact cause. It was an event where the nine realms aligned, and your world was affected as well. In fact, one of your cities, London, I believe, suffered several anomalies and damage as a result of the battle between me and Malekith." Unless the mortal was living under a rock, he should have been aware of the events caused by the Convergence.
"I am sure I would remember if something like that happened. What year was it anyway?" Jason would certainly remember magical bullshit causing anomalies across London, one of the most important cities in the world.
Meaning it must have happened after he had somehow arrived in Helheim.
"I believe the year 2013 by the Midgardian calendar, four years ago," Thor explained, taking a couple of seconds to remember the dates in Earth's time.
Now it was Jason's turn to look at Thor and Loki as if they had suddenly turned green. "That can't be possible. It was the tail end of 2025 when I went to sleep and woke up in Helheim."
His words confused the brothers, but there was a possible explanation for it as well.
"Could you be from the future?" Time travel wasn't something Loki had dabbled in, but perhaps whatever or whoever meddled in the mortal's life might be
Jason sat down, hands tangled through his curly brown hair, a sign that he was frustrated. "I don't know."
Even if he had time traveled to the past for some unknown reason, that did not explain the whole about this Convergence.
"What of the Avengers? Surely, you must know them?" The mention of the heroes had Loki twitch in his seated position, as the memory of that giant brute using him to redecorate the Stark Tower's floor came unbidden.
"Who?" Who the hell were the Avengers? An emo boy band?
"The Avengers? The heroes that saved the world from the Chitauri invasion five years ago?" Thor knew something was definitely wrong now.
"What invasion?!" Jason was aghast, because he sure as hell did not remember an alien invasion on Earth.
What the hell was going on?!
---
The discrepancy between Jason and Thor's knowledge of Midgard, which included the convergence, the Avengers, and the Chitauri invasion, had stumped them all.
Until Jason realized what was happening, and a great weight settled on his stomach, dragging him down, "I think this is not my Earth."
"I beg your pardon?" Loki didn't know what the mortal meant by not his Earth, because there certainly was only one planet with that name where humans lived.
Unless they were wrong on a galactic scale, of course.
"Do you guys know what the multiverse is?" The theory must not have existed in Asgard, because they looked at Jason as if he had grown a second head.
"Basically, there exist an infinite number of universes in parallel to each other. For example," he gestured to Thor, "let's say that in this universe, you are a male, and in another, you are a female."
Loki chuckled at the thought of a female Thor, a tall maiden with muscles like sculpted marble and a thunderous voice, forced to wear dresses by their mother.
Which made him miss Frigga.
"You believe you are from another reality? Where we possibly did not exist, or existed as your myths described us?" because as far as Hela was concerned, these myths were worse than this reality by far.
Her being brothers with Fenrir and a serpent the size of a planet, all born from the same mother as children of Loki?
Ugh, even the thought of it made her nauseous.
"How are we described in the myths? I am not familiar with Midgardian beliefs regarding the rest of the Nine Realms." Loki had been on Midgard two times, once to fulfill his end of the dare with Thor, and the other for the failed conquest; as such, he did not know much about how the mortals saw them before learning that Asgard actually existed.
Thor, looking at the Midgardian in their midst, had an idea on how to mess with Loki: "Yet you wanted to conquer and rule Midgard."
His brother's eyes widened in worry, because if the human had as much influence over Hela as he thought, then he might just be in trouble.
"You what?" Jason hissed like an agitated serpent. He was definitely in a different dimension now, but that didn't mean he was going to ignore the fact that this bastard tried to invade Earth.
"Oh, he was the one leading the Chitauri invasion against Earth," Thor grinned as Loki glared at him.
Jason turned to Hela. "Any chance we can bind him to a rock and let a snake drip venom in his eyes?" because this bastard deserved nothing less.
Loki tensed, ready to flee should Hela actually decide to punish him, but she just waved her hand.
"My, you Midgardians are certainly creative," Hela remembered Jason's tales of Midgardians that worshipped the Aesir, who believed Loki's cries of pain were the causes of earthquakes.
Cute.
"Ignoring his failure in taking Midgard, you said he commanded the Chitauri?" Jason had told her about the futility of such an action, because the humans would sooner destroy their world than let anyone else have it.
Every time Hela called Thor and Loki "brother," it was done as mockery, but this time, her tone was serious.
Thanos was trying to recover the Infinity Stones once again if he had sent Chitauri to Midgard, and once the Titan learned Odin was dead, he would not wait any longer.
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The Many Heroes : MHA x League of Legends
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Synopsis : Izuku awakens a quirk. Only, it is the weirdest one ever. Each day he gets a card, depicting gods, monsters, furry little squirrels, assassins, warriors and more. All at random. He has the chance to be a great hero, perhaps the greatest, as long as he could use his champions correctly.
UA Exam Grounds
Izuku took a deep breath.
It was time.
Holding his right hand out, he closed his eyes, waiting for the power to crystallize in his hand. He wondered what champion he would get today. Personally, he wanted someone like Darius or Garen, humans that wouldn't stand out too much.
Not like Aatrox, a four-meter-tall fallen god, or Cho'Gath, an enormous creature from the void.
Or worse.
The champion card formed in his hand, and his grin fell. It was Lulu, a yordle support character. Not that he didn't like them, but it wasn't a good time for a support champion.
Still, it would do.
Pressing the card to his chest, Izuku felt his body shift, morphing into the smaller stature of the yordle, with her staff, and companion Pix appearing out of who knows where.
He still didn't understand many aspects of his quirk, but it worked. The announcers gave the order to go, and he held on dearly, casting an enchantment, letting the staff fly him into the mock city.
The first robot he saw was a one-pointer, and two glitterlances tore through it. Back on the staff, he sought new targets.
A two and a three-pointer were close together, and he transformed one into an adorable little pink fox while shooting the other with a glitter lance.
Once the first one transformed back, it was dead in the same way.
—
"What's with that examiner? What even is she?" Nemuri asked. The purple child-sized figure had a fairy next to her, shooting purple beams and transforming the exam bots to fairy tail creatures.
Even with all these examinees, that was weird.
"I believe he is Midoriya Izuku. A candidate that can apparently transform into different characters each day?" As he read the hero hopeful's file, Sekijiro's brows furrowed, "Wait, what?"
"What do you mean different characters?"
"Well, if I am reading this list right, so far he has transformed into a minotaur, a metal golem, a burning man, an ice phoenix, and a lot more that sounds ridiculous."
"Let me see that." Nemuri said. She rolled down the list, seeing pictures of several wild and exotic creatures, though one caught her eye.
"My, this one is interesting," she said. Her sultry smile was at full power, and Aizawa understood why.
"Of course you'd find the walking dress code violation interesting. Troublesome woman." It was a blue creature, dressed in extremely provocative clothing.
Just the kind of thing Midnight loved.
"So what is he now?" Power Loader asked. The small, purple creature was transforming his bots into organic-looking creatures, bending the laws of physics more than any other quirk he had seen in his life.
It was almost like magic.
"A yordle, I believe," Khan said. There were other creatures similar to the one Midoriya Izuku had transformed into.
Each one was more exotic than the other.
—
Past a certain point, Izuku stopped counting his points. He took out as many as possible and hoped for the best.
But once he saw the giant robot taller than the buildings around him, he knew it was time to retreat.
"Help!" He heard the faint voice of someone calling. Looking around, Izuku saw another examinee, one that had stopped him from falling face down at the entrance, stuck under debris.
With the giant robot heading right for her.
Unwilling to take the chance that the robot might stop in time, he cast the enchantment again, speeding up. Near the robot, he raised the staff and slammed it on the tracks.
The zero point rippled, its plates buckling and groaning under the stress. With a pop, it transformed into the purple critter.
His mana levels were low.
Rushing to help the nice girl, he found the debris too heavy for his current form, but there was enough in the tank for one last trick.
Izuku twirled the staff, and suddenly, Lulu was six times as big, easily able to remove the large piece of concrete. He took the girl into his arms and ran away.
—
"At least he didn't destroy it," Power Loader said. He had just pressed the button to stop all bots.
It was a good thing the young man didn't transform into something that could damage or destroy the zero pointer. It already was an expensive piece of work, and having to rebuild it again would be a killer on their budget.
"Some of these transformations are just… I mean, gods? Demi-gods? Trolls? Demons?" Vlad King shook his head.
Did the boy believe his transformations were gods? Or was there something else at play?
"I'll admit, of all the quirks I saw, that one is definitely interesting," their principal said. He then began to giggle, sending shivers down the spines of the staff.
Whenever the rodent found something interesting, it never ended well for their sanity.
Aizawa glanced at the recent addition to their school. "All Might, you have been awfully quiet."
"I actually had the chance to meet young Midoriya. While his transformations are eccentric, I believe he has the heart of a true hero."
"Eccentric? Some of them are undead creatures," Vlad said. He pointed at the list, where several walking corpses were glowing an eerie green. One had spears going through her torso, and another was basically a ghost centaur.
"Ah, yes." All Might laughed nervously. He had asked if the young man had any transformation in his arsenal that might heal his condition, and to his fortune, there actually was one.
A wanderer from the celestial dimension.
He didn't know, nor want to know, what exactly that entailed.
However, young Midoriya's transformations were random, and he did not know when Soraka would be available again.
All Might hoped it was soon.
—
The exam was over soon, and he took his fellow examinee to Recovery Girl.
Trying not to squeal like the fanboy he was, Izuku searched for his hero autograph book. Realizing he was still in his transformed state and the book was gone, he quickly turned back to a human.
The Recovery Girl, in the meantime, gave the wounded examinee a smooch on the cheek, and she was right as rain.
"Recovery Girl, can I get an autograph, please?!" He asked, jumping where he stood.
"Of course, dearie, here you go." She much preferred the ones that wanted autographs over the ones that needed medical help.
"Thank you so much!" Izuku's voice was pitched as he ran out of the examination area. He didn't even hear the girl call out behind him.
—
Midoriya Residence
"Hey Mom," Izuku called out. Their apartment was already smelling something delicious.
His mother came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on the apron. "Izuku, welcome. How did it go?"
"Awesome. I got a support class, but I still managed to do pretty well." The entire ride home, he was calculating the points.
He should have at least close to fifty.
"That is great, honey. Why don't you get cleaned up? I made katsudon."
—
Waiting for his exam results was torture. Well, maybe not. But Izuku still was restless.
His transformation choices for the last week were not the type to be easily shown in public, and he couldn't even train.
Except for Rell and her ferromancy. There was a nearby beach that the people used for illegal dumping. With Rell's metal manipulation and some permits to use his quirk under observation for public service, he cleaned the beach in a single day.
It was a great way to train and help the people.
The results had finally arrived, and he sat on the couch, holding the envelope tightly.
"Aren't you going to open it?" Inko said.
Izuku gently tore the wax seal off, taking out the object inside.
He didn't have the time to observe it before All Might popped out in a hologram with his signature smile.
"I am here as a projection."
"All Might?!" Both mother and son let out high-pitched noises.
He was too busy fanboying to listen.
"Greetings, young Midoriya. Yes, it is me, All Might, a new teacher at UA starting this year."
"Now, without further ado, let us get to your test results. Your written exam was excellent, and in the practical part, you got forty-seven points. More than enough to pass."
"However, a hero's true nature is not just defeating the villains but also saving the people," All Might pointed to the screen on his right.
It was a recording of the girl he saved. She was speaking to Present Mic, wondering if the boy who saved her had enough points, and if not, she offered some of her points.
Izuku's eyes teared up slightly. It was the first time someone his age had done something kind like this. Usually, they either were sucking up to him because of his quirk or were Bakugo's lackeys.
"Not only have you gained forty-seven points from defeating the robots, but you also earned sixty rescue points, putting you in first place."
The scoreboard had him in first place with one hundred and seven points.
Thirty more than Katsuki.
"Come, young Midoriya, this is your Hero Academia."
—
UA
Izuku sighed.
The academy was extremely big, and finding his class took more time than the train.
He finally stood before the entrance of class 1-A. The door was large enough that some of his taller transformations could pass through it with ease.
Pulling the door aside, he saw the two people he did not wish to.
One was Katsuki, a boy he was friends with years ago, and the other, the overbearing boy at the exam door.
They were in the middle of an argument but stopped once he entered inside, bringing the entire class's attention to him.
"Good morning," the tall boy with glasses said.
He was walking just like Blitzcrank.
"I am…" he started to introduce himself, but Izuku raised his hands. "Ah, I heard. I am Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet you, Iida."
"Midoriya, you realized there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you?"
"Huh?"
"I had no idea. I misjudged you."
"Huuh?"
"I hate to admit it, but you are better than me."
"I didn't really realize anything," Izuku confessed. He assumed Ida was referring to the rescue points.
"That curly hair," another familiar voice came from behind. "You are the one that transformed into a purple creature."
Izuku turned around to see the girl he had saved, the one that helped him before the exam.
"You passed just like Present Mic said," she said. The bubbly girl was so excited, she talked nonstop for a while.
"Go somewhere else if you want to play at being friends." Someone drawled.
Izuku saw that it came from an unkempt man cocooned in a sleeping bag. He looked more like a caterpillar that would never become a butterfly.
"This is the hero course," the man said. Opening the sleeping bag, he took a sip from a juice box.
Izuku was weirded out, but less than his classmates. After all, he transformed into worse entities.
"It took eight seconds for you to quiet down. Time is limited. You kids are not rational enough." Their teacher moved out of the sleeping bag, and Izuku shuddered to imagine him sleeping in the class because it was more convenient.
"I am your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you," he said.
The class members of 1-A reacted as expected, raising a collective "Eh?!"
"It is kind of sudden, but put this on and go out to the field," he said, pulling out a PE uniform.
Izuku looked at his champion card of the day. It would have been more useful during the exam.
—
"A quirk assessment test?" 1-A asked, speaking as one again.
Aizawa explained that as heroes, they did not have the time for leisurely activities like orientation. UA's selling point was how unrestricted its school traditions were and that the teachers ran their classes accordingly.
They would be doing the physical fitness tests everyone did since junior high school. This time, they would be doing it with their quirks.
"Midoriya. You got first place in the exam."
"Yes?"
"Go ahead and transform."
"It's best if I don't. It'll ruin the weather."
"Oh? Are you saying you won't give it your all? I am sure we can deal with bad weather."
"Okay," Izuku said. He walked a few feet away and took out the card. Pressing it to his chest, he let the transformation run its course.
True to Midoriya's words, the sunny sky was slowly covered with storm clouds. The wind picked up speed. Thunder rolled in the sky.
Aizawa's eye twitched as a raindrop fell on his head.
Once Izuku's transformation was over, a monster stood in his place.
Eight meters tall, it was a bear with white fur, blackening near the limbs. Shards were poking out of its back, each one crystallized lightning.
Izuku roared instinctively.
Volibear's voice shook the air. His classmates covered their ears, though one looked particularly pained.
"What is that?!" A short boy with purple balls on top of his head screamed, echoing the feelings of the class.
"What do I do now?" Izuku asked, scratching the back of his head. His voice was like the rumbling sky, and he had to be careful to not raise it too much.
Otherwise, lightning followed.
It was weird to see a bear that tall looking sheepish, and it made him appear less harmless. Regardless, the class members of 1-A took a step back, and even the usually belligerent Bakugo was silent.
Raising his paws to the sky, Izuku focused, dispelling the storm, much to the relief of his classmates and teacher.
"Can't you change to something else?" Aizawa asked. This transformation would ruin the field for other students.
"No, it's one random champion card a day. I haven't found a way to transform into more than that." Izuku had tried everything he could think of but could not suppress the one-card limit.
"Change back then," Aizawa drawled. Beyond the weather, having a bear of this size and weight among the remaining students was an incident waiting to happen.
The bear nodded, glowing as he shrunk down, revealing the human.
"Hope you trained with more than just your quirk, Midoriya," Aizawa grinned. This quirk was challenging, and he wanted to know if Midoriya Izuku could control it or not.
Being a hero required more than just a flashy quirk.
"Bakugo, you go first," Aizawa said. He handed the ball to the second-ranked student in the exam. The boy's personality was like his quirk, explosive. However, he seemed to have good combat instincts and would do so as a baseline.
Midoriya would be tested in his transformed state before the end of the day.
"Die!" Bakugo screamed. An explosion trailed after the ball, launching it further than possible by a quirkless throw.
"Know your maximum first," Aizawa said. The ball could be seen in the distance, falling as it glinted.
"That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero." Aizawa raised the phone, showing the result of Bakugo's throw.
705.2 meters.
"705 meters, for real?" "What's this? It looks so much fun." "We can use our quirks as much as we want. As expected from the hero course."
His classmates cheered at the chance to let loose with their quirks.
But Izuku got the goosebumps.
"It looks fun, huh?" Aizawa spoke, but this time, his voice carried more than just fatigue.
"You have three years to become heroes. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time?"
Their teacher grinned. "Alright. Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion."
"We're free to do what we want about the circumstances of our students," he raked his fingers through his hair. "Welcome to UA's hero course."
"Oh, and Midoriya, transform back," Aizawa ordered. If these children wanted to be illogical, he would show them otherwise.
Izuku's throat bobbed.
This teacher was intense when he wanted to be.
UA Exam Grounds
Izuku took a deep breath.
It was time.
Holding his right hand out, he closed his eyes, waiting for the power to crystallize in his hand. He wondered what champion he would get today. Personally, he wanted someone like Darius or Garen, humans that wouldn't stand out too much.
Not like Aatrox, a four-meter-tall fallen god, or Cho'Gath, an enormous creature from the void.
Or worse.
The champion card formed in his hand, and his grin fell. It was Lulu, a yordle support character. Not that he didn't like them, but it wasn't a good time for a support champion.
Still, it would do.
Pressing the card to his chest, Izuku felt his body shift, morphing into the smaller stature of the yordle, with her staff, and companion Pix appearing out of who knows where.
He still didn't understand many aspects of his quirk, but it worked. The announcers gave the order to go, and he held on dearly, casting an enchantment, letting the staff fly him into the mock city.
The first robot he saw was a one-pointer, and two glitterlances tore through it. Back on the staff, he sought new targets.
A two and a three-pointer were close together, and he transformed one into an adorable little pink fox while shooting the other with a glitter lance.
Once the first one transformed back, it was dead in the same way.
—
"What's with that examiner? What even is she?" Nemuri asked. The purple child-sized figure had a fairy next to her, shooting purple beams and transforming the exam bots to fairy tail creatures.
Even with all these examinees, that was weird.
"I believe he is Midoriya Izuku. A candidate that can apparently transform into different characters each day?" As he read the hero hopeful's file, Sekijiro's brows furrowed, "Wait, what?"
"What do you mean different characters?"
"Well, if I am reading this list right, so far he has transformed into a minotaur, a metal golem, a burning man, an ice phoenix, and a lot more that sounds ridiculous."
"Let me see that." Nemuri said. She rolled down the list, seeing pictures of several wild and exotic creatures, though one caught her eye.
"My, this one is interesting," she said. Her sultry smile was at full power, and Aizawa understood why.
"Of course you'd find the walking dress code violation interesting. Troublesome woman." It was a blue creature, dressed in extremely provocative clothing.
Just the kind of thing Midnight loved.
"So what is he now?" Power Loader asked. The small, purple creature was transforming his bots into organic-looking creatures, bending the laws of physics more than any other quirk he had seen in his life.
It was almost like magic.
"A yordle, I believe," Khan said. There were other creatures similar to the one Midoriya Izuku had transformed into.
Each one was more exotic than the other.
—
Past a certain point, Izuku stopped counting his points. He took out as many as possible and hoped for the best.
But once he saw the giant robot taller than the buildings around him, he knew it was time to retreat.
"Help!" He heard the faint voice of someone calling. Looking around, Izuku saw another examinee, one that had stopped him from falling face down at the entrance, stuck under debris.
With the giant robot heading right for her.
Unwilling to take the chance that the robot might stop in time, he cast the enchantment again, speeding up. Near the robot, he raised the staff and slammed it on the tracks.
The zero point rippled, its plates buckling and groaning under the stress. With a pop, it transformed into the purple critter.
His mana levels were low.
Rushing to help the nice girl, he found the debris too heavy for his current form, but there was enough in the tank for one last trick.
Izuku twirled the staff, and suddenly, Lulu was six times as big, easily able to remove the large piece of concrete. He took the girl into his arms and ran away.
—
"At least he didn't destroy it," Power Loader said. He had just pressed the button to stop all bots.
It was a good thing the young man didn't transform into something that could damage or destroy the zero pointer. It already was an expensive piece of work, and having to rebuild it again would be a killer on their budget.
"Some of these transformations are just… I mean, gods? Demi-gods? Trolls? Demons?" Vlad King shook his head.
Did the boy believe his transformations were gods? Or was there something else at play?
"I'll admit, of all the quirks I saw, that one is definitely interesting," their principal said. He then began to giggle, sending shivers down the spines of the staff.
Whenever the rodent found something interesting, it never ended well for their sanity.
Aizawa glanced at the recent addition to their school. "All Might, you have been awfully quiet."
"I actually had the chance to meet young Midoriya. While his transformations are eccentric, I believe he has the heart of a true hero."
"Eccentric? Some of them are undead creatures," Vlad said. He pointed at the list, where several walking corpses were glowing an eerie green. One had spears going through her torso, and another was basically a ghost centaur.
"Ah, yes." All Might laughed nervously. He had asked if the young man had any transformation in his arsenal that might heal his condition, and to his fortune, there actually was one.
A wanderer from the celestial dimension.
He didn't know, nor want to know, what exactly that entailed.
However, young Midoriya's transformations were random, and he did not know when Soraka would be available again.
All Might hoped it was soon.
—
The exam was over soon, and he took his fellow examinee to Recovery Girl.
Trying not to squeal like the fanboy he was, Izuku searched for his hero autograph book. Realizing he was still in his transformed state and the book was gone, he quickly turned back to a human.
The Recovery Girl, in the meantime, gave the wounded examinee a smooch on the cheek, and she was right as rain.
"Recovery Girl, can I get an autograph, please?!" He asked, jumping where he stood.
"Of course, dearie, here you go." She much preferred the ones that wanted autographs over the ones that needed medical help.
"Thank you so much!" Izuku's voice was pitched as he ran out of the examination area. He didn't even hear the girl call out behind him.
—
Midoriya Residence
"Hey Mom," Izuku called out. Their apartment was already smelling something delicious.
His mother came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on the apron. "Izuku, welcome. How did it go?"
"Awesome. I got a support class, but I still managed to do pretty well." The entire ride home, he was calculating the points.
He should have at least close to fifty.
"That is great, honey. Why don't you get cleaned up? I made katsudon."
—
Waiting for his exam results was torture. Well, maybe not. But Izuku still was restless.
His transformation choices for the last week were not the type to be easily shown in public, and he couldn't even train.
Except for Rell and her ferromancy. There was a nearby beach that the people used for illegal dumping. With Rell's metal manipulation and some permits to use his quirk under observation for public service, he cleaned the beach in a single day.
It was a great way to train and help the people.
The results had finally arrived, and he sat on the couch, holding the envelope tightly.
"Aren't you going to open it?" Inko said.
Izuku gently tore the wax seal off, taking out the object inside.
He didn't have the time to observe it before All Might popped out in a hologram with his signature smile.
"I am here as a projection."
"All Might?!" Both mother and son let out high-pitched noises.
He was too busy fanboying to listen.
"Greetings, young Midoriya. Yes, it is me, All Might, a new teacher at UA starting this year."
"Now, without further ado, let us get to your test results. Your written exam was excellent, and in the practical part, you got forty-seven points. More than enough to pass."
"However, a hero's true nature is not just defeating the villains but also saving the people," All Might pointed to the screen on his right.
It was a recording of the girl he saved. She was speaking to Present Mic, wondering if the boy who saved her had enough points, and if not, she offered some of her points.
Izuku's eyes teared up slightly. It was the first time someone his age had done something kind like this. Usually, they either were sucking up to him because of his quirk or were Bakugo's lackeys.
"Not only have you gained forty-seven points from defeating the robots, but you also earned sixty rescue points, putting you in first place."
The scoreboard had him in first place with one hundred and seven points.
Thirty more than Katsuki.
"Come, young Midoriya, this is your Hero Academia."
—
UA
Izuku sighed.
The academy was extremely big, and finding his class took more time than the train.
He finally stood before the entrance of class 1-A. The door was large enough that some of his taller transformations could pass through it with ease.
Pulling the door aside, he saw the two people he did not wish to.
One was Katsuki, a boy he was friends with years ago, and the other, the overbearing boy at the exam door.
They were in the middle of an argument but stopped once he entered inside, bringing the entire class's attention to him.
"Good morning," the tall boy with glasses said.
He was walking just like Blitzcrank.
"I am…" he started to introduce himself, but Izuku raised his hands. "Ah, I heard. I am Midoriya Izuku. Nice to meet you, Iida."
"Midoriya, you realized there was something more to the practical exam, didn't you?"
"Huh?"
"I had no idea. I misjudged you."
"Huuh?"
"I hate to admit it, but you are better than me."
"I didn't really realize anything," Izuku confessed. He assumed Ida was referring to the rescue points.
"That curly hair," another familiar voice came from behind. "You are the one that transformed into a purple creature."
Izuku turned around to see the girl he had saved, the one that helped him before the exam.
"You passed just like Present Mic said," she said. The bubbly girl was so excited, she talked nonstop for a while.
"Go somewhere else if you want to play at being friends." Someone drawled.
Izuku saw that it came from an unkempt man cocooned in a sleeping bag. He looked more like a caterpillar that would never become a butterfly.
"This is the hero course," the man said. Opening the sleeping bag, he took a sip from a juice box.
Izuku was weirded out, but less than his classmates. After all, he transformed into worse entities.
"It took eight seconds for you to quiet down. Time is limited. You kids are not rational enough." Their teacher moved out of the sleeping bag, and Izuku shuddered to imagine him sleeping in the class because it was more convenient.
"I am your homeroom teacher, Shota Aizawa. Nice to meet you," he said.
The class members of 1-A reacted as expected, raising a collective "Eh?!"
"It is kind of sudden, but put this on and go out to the field," he said, pulling out a PE uniform.
Izuku looked at his champion card of the day. It would have been more useful during the exam.
—
"A quirk assessment test?" 1-A asked, speaking as one again.
Aizawa explained that as heroes, they did not have the time for leisurely activities like orientation. UA's selling point was how unrestricted its school traditions were and that the teachers ran their classes accordingly.
They would be doing the physical fitness tests everyone did since junior high school. This time, they would be doing it with their quirks.
"Midoriya. You got first place in the exam."
"Yes?"
"Go ahead and transform."
"It's best if I don't. It'll ruin the weather."
"Oh? Are you saying you won't give it your all? I am sure we can deal with bad weather."
"Okay," Izuku said. He walked a few feet away and took out the card. Pressing it to his chest, he let the transformation run its course.
True to Midoriya's words, the sunny sky was slowly covered with storm clouds. The wind picked up speed. Thunder rolled in the sky.
Aizawa's eye twitched as a raindrop fell on his head.
Once Izuku's transformation was over, a monster stood in his place.
Eight meters tall, it was a bear with white fur, blackening near the limbs. Shards were poking out of its back, each one crystallized lightning.
Izuku roared instinctively.
Volibear's voice shook the air. His classmates covered their ears, though one looked particularly pained.
"What is that?!" A short boy with purple balls on top of his head screamed, echoing the feelings of the class.
"What do I do now?" Izuku asked, scratching the back of his head. His voice was like the rumbling sky, and he had to be careful to not raise it too much.
Otherwise, lightning followed.
It was weird to see a bear that tall looking sheepish, and it made him appear less harmless. Regardless, the class members of 1-A took a step back, and even the usually belligerent Bakugo was silent.
Raising his paws to the sky, Izuku focused, dispelling the storm, much to the relief of his classmates and teacher.
"Can't you change to something else?" Aizawa asked. This transformation would ruin the field for other students.
"No, it's one random champion card a day. I haven't found a way to transform into more than that." Izuku had tried everything he could think of but could not suppress the one-card limit.
"Change back then," Aizawa drawled. Beyond the weather, having a bear of this size and weight among the remaining students was an incident waiting to happen.
The bear nodded, glowing as he shrunk down, revealing the human.
"Hope you trained with more than just your quirk, Midoriya," Aizawa grinned. This quirk was challenging, and he wanted to know if Midoriya Izuku could control it or not.
Being a hero required more than just a flashy quirk.
"Bakugo, you go first," Aizawa said. He handed the ball to the second-ranked student in the exam. The boy's personality was like his quirk, explosive. However, he seemed to have good combat instincts and would do so as a baseline.
Midoriya would be tested in his transformed state before the end of the day.
"Die!" Bakugo screamed. An explosion trailed after the ball, launching it further than possible by a quirkless throw.
"Know your maximum first," Aizawa said. The ball could be seen in the distance, falling as it glinted.
"That is the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero." Aizawa raised the phone, showing the result of Bakugo's throw.
705.2 meters.
"705 meters, for real?" "What's this? It looks so much fun." "We can use our quirks as much as we want. As expected from the hero course."
His classmates cheered at the chance to let loose with their quirks.
But Izuku got the goosebumps.
"It looks fun, huh?" Aizawa spoke, but this time, his voice carried more than just fatigue.
"You have three years to become heroes. Will you have an attitude like that the whole time?"
Their teacher grinned. "Alright. Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished with expulsion."
"We're free to do what we want about the circumstances of our students," he raked his fingers through his hair. "Welcome to UA's hero course."
"Oh, and Midoriya, transform back," Aizawa ordered. If these children wanted to be illogical, he would show them otherwise.
Izuku's throat bobbed.
This teacher was intense when he wanted to be.
Percy Jackson and the Powers of the Unholy Triangle Pilot Chapter (Percy Jackson x Gravity Falls)
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Synopsis: When Bill called out to Axolotl to survive, he didn't exactly had the time to word it correctly. His consciousness was forever gone but his powers could not disperse so easily. They were cast adrift, eventually ending up bound to a certain demigod.
Manhattan
New York City
Metropolitan Museum of Art
Percy stood in the gallery, rubbing his temples. His teacher, Mrs. Dodds, was there as well, arms crossed, waiting in front of a frieze of Greek gods. He thought she was either trying to clear her throat like a big cat or failing miserably.
Either way, her growls weren't a good omen.
"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said.
"Sorry, ma'am," he replied, which was the safest thing to do.
"Did you really think you would get away with it?" she asked, something darker bleeding into her tone.
He raised an eyebrow. "No ma'am."
"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."
He blinked, not sure what she was going on about. If this was about the snacks he sold out of his dorms or that stupid book report, then this was an awfully dramatic way to punish him. He already had a bigger problem to deal with.
A problem that was rearing its ugly, evil eye in him.
"Well?" she demanded as he stood there, trying to figure out what she was talking about.
He opened his mouth, an excuse at the tip of his tongue. Pain, sharp and hot, struck from inside his head, making him wince.
She didn't take his silence well. As he nursed a headache with half-lidded eyes, Mrs. Dodds began to transform. Her cold eyes were replaced with two small infernos, and fingers turned into talons that could filet him alive. Her leather jacket, which was the only cool thing about Mrs. Dodds, melted into wings.
He thought she was a vampire.
"Listen, I don't know what you are, and I don't want to know. But believe me, this won't end the way you think it will," he said, tears welling up in his eyes. His face was blank, though; not a sign of fear to be seen.
Monsters before her had discovered it the hard way.
Mrs. Dodds took it the wrong way, launching herself at him.
His stress levels were already high from his stupid classmates and the constant bullying. The monster attack was the last straw. His pupils elongated, becoming slits. A sickly green hue took over his sclera.
He felt the laughter bubble inside him, ready to erupt.
Two bolts of energy, white and zigzagging like lightning, struck out. Mrs. Dodds, or whatever the heck she was, didn't see it coming. Once they impacted her, turning her to solid gold, she saw nothing anymore.
Percy fell on his knees. He laid his palms on either side of his jaw, pushing up. He tried to suppress the laughter. Huffs of air escaped from his tightly clamped lips. Tears flowed freely now as the pain left its place for joy.
A twisted one.
"Percy?" Mr. Brunner's voice came from the door. His head snapped towards him, the quick rise and fall of his chest stopping cold. The strict warmth in the man's tone was gone now. His throat bobbed as he slowly rose to his feet.
"Please join the rest of your classmates if you are done," Brunner said, wheeling himself away. Percy blinked as he left, scratching his head.
—
When he was outside, his tormentor, Nancy Bobofit, was waiting for him. She was grumbling to her friends, still wet from her bath in the fountain. "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt," she said. Her friends laughed as he gave her a blank look.
"Who?" he asked. First Mrs. Dodds had transformed into a vampire, and now there was a Mrs. Kerr? Something weird was going on.
Which described his entire life.
"Our teacher, duh!" she said, sniggering at him.
He walked away in the interest of not killing her. Just seeing Nancy caused his headache to return. He found Grover. His friend was still picking pieces of peanut butter sandwiches out of his head.
"Hey, where is Mrs. Dodds?" he asked. A sinking feeling in his gut told him his paraplegic friend wouldn't give him the answer he wanted.
"Who?" Grover asked, pausing for a moment first. Percy knew he was lying then but didn't want to press him more.
He asked Mr. Brunner as a last choice. He had seen him turn Dodds to a gold statue, though it must have disappeared by now.
And he was acting like none of it had happened.
He decided to drop the matter.
—
He was used to the weird.
His life, as far as he could remember, was filled with it. Objects would float at him whenever he couldn't reach something and threw a tantrum. If he got too angry or stressed, well, thankfully it was only monsters who met the same golden end.
Speaking of monsters, he glanced at his friend, Grover. He was still claiming Dodds didn't exist. In fact, no one except him showed any signs she ever had. He, though, was not the best liar around. The hesitation before he always said no was a dead giveaway.
It still didn't stop it from messing with his head. Sometimes he wondered if she was just a nightmare, a part of the weirdness he was used to. Every now and then, he would see it, a golden triangle with an eye in the middle. Four eyelashes at the top, three at the bottom, and a small, black bowtie. Two stick-figure hands with four fingers and two legs finished the creature.
It was, by all means, something straight out of a cartoon.
Only, he had found nothing about it.
In his nightmares, the triangle was causing havoc. He burned worlds, turned people to stone, and committed acts that woke him up in a cold sweat more than once. The worst part was the laughter. Even after he woke up, he would hear that nightmarish, mad cackling echoing in his mind.
Rarely, he would be the one committing those acts. He felt the endless glee that came with deceiving, manipulating, destroying, and torturing.
But it wasn't without its good parts either.
He could turn pebbles to gold and sell them to the pawn shops. He knew he was always getting ripped off, but it didn't matter. They didn't ask questions or care about his age. He was resistant to damage. He had taken enough punches to realize they only hurt momentarily. There were no bruises formed. He didn't remember bleeding, ever.
His dyslexia and ADHD disappeared whenever those powers sprung up to the surface. He could pay attention and read properly as long as he didn't lose control.
It was difficult, though. The urge to destroy, to torment everything around him was strong. It wasn't out of hatred or anger but simply for the fun of it. Whenever he imagined hitting Nancy or humiliating her, his powers would tingle.
He resisted it.
He only had his mother in his life. It was for her sake he didn't simply turn everyone who had offended him to golden statues. Or into animals. Or shuffled the functions of the holes on their faces.
The last one was from a rather scary nightmare, even by his usual standards.
There was one other effect of his powers. Whenever his pupils turned into slits, he would see things people couldn't. Like the lower half horse body Mr. Brunner had, or Grover's shaggy goat legs.
His teacher and friend weren't the only ones.
At random times, he would see monsters. Girls with bird wings and talons; cyclopes—big, fat, and ugly creatures with one eye like his; half-snake ladies; and more. Some had bothered him, only to be transformed into golden statues. They were quick to disappear afterwards. He had thought they were illusions his eyes showed him, things in his nightmares taken form in real life.
Mrs. Dodds had changed that belief.
Now, he wouldn't claim to be above average in the brain department. He barely got Cs, along with an occasional B in his classes. He also didn't think it would be possible without his powers. But he wasn't stupid either.
Mr. Brunner's insistence that he learn the answer to why Greek mythology would matter in his life was weird. That he was a centaur, while Grover was most likely a satyr, was even more so. Both were creatures from Greek myths, and both possibly knew Mrs. Dodds existed.
Putting two and two together, he guessed the Greek myths weren't myths but reality.
How much of it existed, he couldn't start to guess. Did the gods exist? Was Zeus out there, causing the freak weather they were experiencing? One night, a thunderstorm blew his window open, and only his. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy.
They were even studying the unusual number of small planes that had gone down due to sudden squalls in the Atlantic.
He was scared, which made him cranky and irritable. It was a horrible mix, one that would explode on someone's face in a horrifying manner.
Did Brunner and Grover watch him because his powers had something to do with Greek gods? Was he cursed? Did someone seal the triangle monster inside him, like in comic books? Was he a threat?
He had a million questions, virtually no answers, and it drove him mad each day. He made sure to stay away from Brunner and Grover. He couldn't trust them, not without knowing more.
His sleeping schedule was shot to hell. He could only nap in the classroom, the only safe place he had left.
His grades slowly slipped into Ds. His performance in the Latin class was by far the worst. He steeled himself against Brunner's disappointed look, but it still hurt.
His self-control to not vaporize Nancy and her friends disappeared faster than his grades. He had barely stopped himself from blowing up at a teacher for calling him lazy.
Still, he had made it.
—
He decided to head to Mr. Brunner's office to apologize for his performance during the lessons. He was only doing it to appear as if he hadn't discovered Brunner's horse parts. He would be back at Yancy next year. Chances are, Brunner would be too.
"...worried about Percy, sir," a voice from the office said, a familiar one. He ignored his mother's lessons this time, deciding to listen in. It concerned him, so he had the right to hear it.
"... alone this summer," he continued, "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too…"
"We would only make matters worse by rushing him," Mr. Brunner said. "We need the boy to mature more. Especially with his unknown power."
He blinked.
"Have you found anything about it, sir?" Grover asked. Only one monster had the ability to petrify with a glance. Given Percy didn't have snakes as hair, they could rule out a connection to Medusa.
"Nothing, I'm afraid," Brunner said. The golden statue of the Kindly One was hidden by the mist. He still had to make arrangements to get it out of the gallery. The magic that had petrified Dodds wasn't an ordinary one for sure.
"But what about the summer solstice deadline?"
"Will have to be resolved without him. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can."
"Sir, he saw her…"
"His imagination," Brunner said with a firm voice. "The Mist over the students and the staff will convince him of that."
Percy narrowed his eyes. So they were actually playing the fool.
"'Sir, I… I can't fail in my duties again," Grover said, choking on his words, as if he were ready to cry. "You know what that would mean."
"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said, his voice softening. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy alive until next autumn—"
He didn't bother to listen any more, hurrying off. His mind raced a thousand miles a second. Brunner didn't know what his powers were. They were still watching him but for a different reason. The summer solstice deadline, the Mist, the Kindly One—they all meant nothing to him individually.
But he understood something was happening out there. Something that he was a part of, whether willing or not.
—
He returned to his dorm much later than he should have. Grover was there, lying on his bed, bleary eyes going over his notes. If he didn't know better, he would have thought Grover was there the whole night, studying.
"Hey," his friend—he still wasn't sure about calling him that—greeted, putting his notes down.
"Hey," he said, acknowledging the half goat boy properly for the first time in weeks.
"Ready for the test tomorrow?"
"I think so."
—
Magical eyes or not, he hated the three-hour exam. He thought he did alright, especially after knowing Brunner and Grover weren't after him because of his powers. Being able to sleep peacefully had certainly helped. The conversation he had eavesdropped had answered a lot of questions.
Only for more to take their place.
The Latin words were there whenever he blinked. Before he could leave to spend the rest of his afternoon resting, Mr. Brunner called him inside.
"Percy, take a seat," Brunner offered.
He sat down wordlessly. Since Brunner, if that was even his real name, decided to keep him in the dark, this was about his grades, no doubt.
"I heard you will be returning to Yancy next year," he said.
"Yes sir."
"I just wanted to say it might take some time for you to find the right place for you."
He had to take a slow, steady breath to bury the pang in his heart. "Okay?"
"I mean," Brunner stammered, "You just have to be patient. I don't believe that Yancy Academy is the right place for you."
Percy closed his eyes, both to hide the tears and the change. Just as he thought Brunner was actually nice, he had to go and say this. "Was that supposed to be an encouragement, sir?" he blurted out.
"Yes," Brunner replied.
He opened his sea-green eyes, getting up without being dismissed. "Then you need to word it better, sir," he said, gritting his teeth, walking out.
Brunner hung his head as Percy left.
—
He stuffed his clothes into his suitcase. He didn't even bother to fold them. Tired and angry or not, he still heard the other students and their plans. A trip to Switzerland, cruising in the Caribbean—these were all vacations he could only dream of. He would go back to the city, stuck with Gabe.
The only good part was his mother. He had missed her every day. She was the only one who understood him, even with his weirdness. He stopped, a shirt in his hand, remembering her words.
She always called him special with a sad look in her eyes that she tried to hide. She was also worried about him and his powers but not that much. Shouldn't she freak out that her son could turn anything to gold? That he had magic?
Manhattan
New York City
Metropolitan Museum of Art
Percy stood in the gallery, rubbing his temples. His teacher, Mrs. Dodds, was there as well, arms crossed, waiting in front of a frieze of Greek gods. He thought she was either trying to clear her throat like a big cat or failing miserably.
Either way, her growls weren't a good omen.
"You've been giving us problems, honey," she said.
"Sorry, ma'am," he replied, which was the safest thing to do.
"Did you really think you would get away with it?" she asked, something darker bleeding into her tone.
He raised an eyebrow. "No ma'am."
"We are not fools, Percy Jackson," Mrs. Dodds said. "It was only a matter of time before we found you out. Confess, and you will suffer less pain."
He blinked, not sure what she was going on about. If this was about the snacks he sold out of his dorms or that stupid book report, then this was an awfully dramatic way to punish him. He already had a bigger problem to deal with.
A problem that was rearing its ugly, evil eye in him.
"Well?" she demanded as he stood there, trying to figure out what she was talking about.
He opened his mouth, an excuse at the tip of his tongue. Pain, sharp and hot, struck from inside his head, making him wince.
She didn't take his silence well. As he nursed a headache with half-lidded eyes, Mrs. Dodds began to transform. Her cold eyes were replaced with two small infernos, and fingers turned into talons that could filet him alive. Her leather jacket, which was the only cool thing about Mrs. Dodds, melted into wings.
He thought she was a vampire.
"Listen, I don't know what you are, and I don't want to know. But believe me, this won't end the way you think it will," he said, tears welling up in his eyes. His face was blank, though; not a sign of fear to be seen.
Monsters before her had discovered it the hard way.
Mrs. Dodds took it the wrong way, launching herself at him.
His stress levels were already high from his stupid classmates and the constant bullying. The monster attack was the last straw. His pupils elongated, becoming slits. A sickly green hue took over his sclera.
He felt the laughter bubble inside him, ready to erupt.
Two bolts of energy, white and zigzagging like lightning, struck out. Mrs. Dodds, or whatever the heck she was, didn't see it coming. Once they impacted her, turning her to solid gold, she saw nothing anymore.
Percy fell on his knees. He laid his palms on either side of his jaw, pushing up. He tried to suppress the laughter. Huffs of air escaped from his tightly clamped lips. Tears flowed freely now as the pain left its place for joy.
A twisted one.
"Percy?" Mr. Brunner's voice came from the door. His head snapped towards him, the quick rise and fall of his chest stopping cold. The strict warmth in the man's tone was gone now. His throat bobbed as he slowly rose to his feet.
"Please join the rest of your classmates if you are done," Brunner said, wheeling himself away. Percy blinked as he left, scratching his head.
—
When he was outside, his tormentor, Nancy Bobofit, was waiting for him. She was grumbling to her friends, still wet from her bath in the fountain. "I hope Mrs. Kerr whipped your butt," she said. Her friends laughed as he gave her a blank look.
"Who?" he asked. First Mrs. Dodds had transformed into a vampire, and now there was a Mrs. Kerr? Something weird was going on.
Which described his entire life.
"Our teacher, duh!" she said, sniggering at him.
He walked away in the interest of not killing her. Just seeing Nancy caused his headache to return. He found Grover. His friend was still picking pieces of peanut butter sandwiches out of his head.
"Hey, where is Mrs. Dodds?" he asked. A sinking feeling in his gut told him his paraplegic friend wouldn't give him the answer he wanted.
"Who?" Grover asked, pausing for a moment first. Percy knew he was lying then but didn't want to press him more.
He asked Mr. Brunner as a last choice. He had seen him turn Dodds to a gold statue, though it must have disappeared by now.
And he was acting like none of it had happened.
He decided to drop the matter.
—
He was used to the weird.
His life, as far as he could remember, was filled with it. Objects would float at him whenever he couldn't reach something and threw a tantrum. If he got too angry or stressed, well, thankfully it was only monsters who met the same golden end.
Speaking of monsters, he glanced at his friend, Grover. He was still claiming Dodds didn't exist. In fact, no one except him showed any signs she ever had. He, though, was not the best liar around. The hesitation before he always said no was a dead giveaway.
It still didn't stop it from messing with his head. Sometimes he wondered if she was just a nightmare, a part of the weirdness he was used to. Every now and then, he would see it, a golden triangle with an eye in the middle. Four eyelashes at the top, three at the bottom, and a small, black bowtie. Two stick-figure hands with four fingers and two legs finished the creature.
It was, by all means, something straight out of a cartoon.
Only, he had found nothing about it.
In his nightmares, the triangle was causing havoc. He burned worlds, turned people to stone, and committed acts that woke him up in a cold sweat more than once. The worst part was the laughter. Even after he woke up, he would hear that nightmarish, mad cackling echoing in his mind.
Rarely, he would be the one committing those acts. He felt the endless glee that came with deceiving, manipulating, destroying, and torturing.
But it wasn't without its good parts either.
He could turn pebbles to gold and sell them to the pawn shops. He knew he was always getting ripped off, but it didn't matter. They didn't ask questions or care about his age. He was resistant to damage. He had taken enough punches to realize they only hurt momentarily. There were no bruises formed. He didn't remember bleeding, ever.
His dyslexia and ADHD disappeared whenever those powers sprung up to the surface. He could pay attention and read properly as long as he didn't lose control.
It was difficult, though. The urge to destroy, to torment everything around him was strong. It wasn't out of hatred or anger but simply for the fun of it. Whenever he imagined hitting Nancy or humiliating her, his powers would tingle.
He resisted it.
He only had his mother in his life. It was for her sake he didn't simply turn everyone who had offended him to golden statues. Or into animals. Or shuffled the functions of the holes on their faces.
The last one was from a rather scary nightmare, even by his usual standards.
There was one other effect of his powers. Whenever his pupils turned into slits, he would see things people couldn't. Like the lower half horse body Mr. Brunner had, or Grover's shaggy goat legs.
His teacher and friend weren't the only ones.
At random times, he would see monsters. Girls with bird wings and talons; cyclopes—big, fat, and ugly creatures with one eye like his; half-snake ladies; and more. Some had bothered him, only to be transformed into golden statues. They were quick to disappear afterwards. He had thought they were illusions his eyes showed him, things in his nightmares taken form in real life.
Mrs. Dodds had changed that belief.
Now, he wouldn't claim to be above average in the brain department. He barely got Cs, along with an occasional B in his classes. He also didn't think it would be possible without his powers. But he wasn't stupid either.
Mr. Brunner's insistence that he learn the answer to why Greek mythology would matter in his life was weird. That he was a centaur, while Grover was most likely a satyr, was even more so. Both were creatures from Greek myths, and both possibly knew Mrs. Dodds existed.
Putting two and two together, he guessed the Greek myths weren't myths but reality.
How much of it existed, he couldn't start to guess. Did the gods exist? Was Zeus out there, causing the freak weather they were experiencing? One night, a thunderstorm blew his window open, and only his. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy.
They were even studying the unusual number of small planes that had gone down due to sudden squalls in the Atlantic.
He was scared, which made him cranky and irritable. It was a horrible mix, one that would explode on someone's face in a horrifying manner.
Did Brunner and Grover watch him because his powers had something to do with Greek gods? Was he cursed? Did someone seal the triangle monster inside him, like in comic books? Was he a threat?
He had a million questions, virtually no answers, and it drove him mad each day. He made sure to stay away from Brunner and Grover. He couldn't trust them, not without knowing more.
His sleeping schedule was shot to hell. He could only nap in the classroom, the only safe place he had left.
His grades slowly slipped into Ds. His performance in the Latin class was by far the worst. He steeled himself against Brunner's disappointed look, but it still hurt.
His self-control to not vaporize Nancy and her friends disappeared faster than his grades. He had barely stopped himself from blowing up at a teacher for calling him lazy.
Still, he had made it.
—
He decided to head to Mr. Brunner's office to apologize for his performance during the lessons. He was only doing it to appear as if he hadn't discovered Brunner's horse parts. He would be back at Yancy next year. Chances are, Brunner would be too.
"...worried about Percy, sir," a voice from the office said, a familiar one. He ignored his mother's lessons this time, deciding to listen in. It concerned him, so he had the right to hear it.
"... alone this summer," he continued, "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too…"
"We would only make matters worse by rushing him," Mr. Brunner said. "We need the boy to mature more. Especially with his unknown power."
He blinked.
"Have you found anything about it, sir?" Grover asked. Only one monster had the ability to petrify with a glance. Given Percy didn't have snakes as hair, they could rule out a connection to Medusa.
"Nothing, I'm afraid," Brunner said. The golden statue of the Kindly One was hidden by the mist. He still had to make arrangements to get it out of the gallery. The magic that had petrified Dodds wasn't an ordinary one for sure.
"But what about the summer solstice deadline?"
"Will have to be resolved without him. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can."
"Sir, he saw her…"
"His imagination," Brunner said with a firm voice. "The Mist over the students and the staff will convince him of that."
Percy narrowed his eyes. So they were actually playing the fool.
"'Sir, I… I can't fail in my duties again," Grover said, choking on his words, as if he were ready to cry. "You know what that would mean."
"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said, his voice softening. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy alive until next autumn—"
He didn't bother to listen any more, hurrying off. His mind raced a thousand miles a second. Brunner didn't know what his powers were. They were still watching him but for a different reason. The summer solstice deadline, the Mist, the Kindly One—they all meant nothing to him individually.
But he understood something was happening out there. Something that he was a part of, whether willing or not.
—
He returned to his dorm much later than he should have. Grover was there, lying on his bed, bleary eyes going over his notes. If he didn't know better, he would have thought Grover was there the whole night, studying.
"Hey," his friend—he still wasn't sure about calling him that—greeted, putting his notes down.
"Hey," he said, acknowledging the half goat boy properly for the first time in weeks.
"Ready for the test tomorrow?"
"I think so."
—
Magical eyes or not, he hated the three-hour exam. He thought he did alright, especially after knowing Brunner and Grover weren't after him because of his powers. Being able to sleep peacefully had certainly helped. The conversation he had eavesdropped had answered a lot of questions.
Only for more to take their place.
The Latin words were there whenever he blinked. Before he could leave to spend the rest of his afternoon resting, Mr. Brunner called him inside.
"Percy, take a seat," Brunner offered.
He sat down wordlessly. Since Brunner, if that was even his real name, decided to keep him in the dark, this was about his grades, no doubt.
"I heard you will be returning to Yancy next year," he said.
"Yes sir."
"I just wanted to say it might take some time for you to find the right place for you."
He had to take a slow, steady breath to bury the pang in his heart. "Okay?"
"I mean," Brunner stammered, "You just have to be patient. I don't believe that Yancy Academy is the right place for you."
Percy closed his eyes, both to hide the tears and the change. Just as he thought Brunner was actually nice, he had to go and say this. "Was that supposed to be an encouragement, sir?" he blurted out.
"Yes," Brunner replied.
He opened his sea-green eyes, getting up without being dismissed. "Then you need to word it better, sir," he said, gritting his teeth, walking out.
Brunner hung his head as Percy left.
—
He stuffed his clothes into his suitcase. He didn't even bother to fold them. Tired and angry or not, he still heard the other students and their plans. A trip to Switzerland, cruising in the Caribbean—these were all vacations he could only dream of. He would go back to the city, stuck with Gabe.
The only good part was his mother. He had missed her every day. She was the only one who understood him, even with his weirdness. He stopped, a shirt in his hand, remembering her words.
She always called him special with a sad look in her eyes that she tried to hide. She was also worried about him and his powers but not that much. Shouldn't she freak out that her son could turn anything to gold? That he had magic?
End of Days : Doomsday in Invincible Universe
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Synopsis : He is the ultimate lifeform. He evolves with each death, returning to life stronger. Only, he has no control over it. The chance that he could go off the rails, that he could kill his family and friends is too high. Victor managed to keep the beast under control his entire life. Until Omni-Man decided to wreck Chicago, awakening Doomsday in the progress.
Chicago
Victor sighed.
He still had to walk three more miles home. His damn car just had to break down in the middle of nowhere. The last string in a chain of misfortunes, it had sent him over the edge. The other guy tore the vehicle apart, leaving him to walk the rest of the path home.
One hundred and sixty miles in total.
At least it was about to be over.
Even through his earbuds, he heard the shockwave. By the time he turned around, a car had crushed his upper body to a paste.
Then, it got worse.
—
"How many more need to die, Mark? It's up to you," Nolan said, looking down at his son. He was shedding tears over the humans, a clear sign of weakness.
"And what were they…" he continued, but a roar interrupted him. A beast, the kind he had never seen before, was charging at him. Taller than him, it had sickly gray skin with bone plates on its forehead, shoulders, which reached down to its hands, knees, and other parts of its body.
"This planet certainly produces a lot of ugly monsters," he grumbled. A single punch to the creature's head caused it to explode like a rotten fruit. It fell, bleeding from its neck, dead.
"Where was I?" he mumbled to himself, looking at his son once again. He was in shock, but once he embraced his true nature, it would pass. His speech was interrupted once more as the beast he had just killed attacked once more.
Its head was somehow regenerated, a feat he was not sure even a Viltrumite could boast. He punched once again, aiming for the chest to destroy the heart and vital organs.
The beast withstood the punch.
Momentarily caught off guard, he felt the bones on the monster's fist strike his face. It actually stung, leaving shallow cuts that threatened to bleed. Nolan's next punch was even stronger, turning the creature's upper body to liquid.
"See? Every other day, a creature like this pops up, killing thousands. This would never be allowed to happen under Viltrumite rule."
The said creature, who was nothing more than a pair of legs and a crotch seconds ago, landed a punch that actually hurt. Nolan's eyes widened, surprised by the resilience it displayed. Not even the strongest of Viltrumites could heal from a blow like that.
This was getting bothersome.
He took off, reaching a suitable height in the lower atmosphere, and dove at the monster. The strike created a shockwave, eclipsing anything he had done so far.
When the dust settled, there was nothing left except for blood, smoking from the intense heat he had generated. Shaking his head, Nolan raised his palm, catching his son's fist.
"It gave you an opportunity, and this is the best you can do? You are weak, Mark. The human in you makes you weak."
Mark grinned, and Nolan felt pain bloom on his face. A left uppercut sent teeth flying out of his mouth, and he found himself soaring over the wreckage he left behind.
The beast turned to Invincible and leaped.
"Wow, wait. We are on the same side," he pleaded, flying out of the monster's reach.
"Shit," he cursed, moving out of the monster's range. Whatever it was, it did not seem to possess any intelligence. His father was coming back, and it gave him an idea. He stood between the creature and his father, blocking both their sights, and flew aside at the last second.
His father barreled into the monster, driving it to the rubble. "Why won't you die?!" Omni-Man screamed, his punches creating earthquakes.
The beast retaliated, an uncoordinated parody of a haymaker sending the Viltrumite off. It did not stop, catching Nolan's fist to deliver a brutal headbutt that broke his nose, blood splattering on the ground. His eyes saw red, and Nolan threw a punch with a scream. The creature raised its other palm to catch. The kinetic force annihilated its arm and half of its chest. The force continued, carving a trench in the rubble.
It did not fall.
Before his eyes, the creature regenerated in seconds. Nolan did not freeze; he was too good for it and landed another punch, intending to beat this creature to the point it could not regenerate.
His strike, stronger than before, was easily countered.
Nolan tried to pull away but found himself overpowered.
—
GDA HQ
"Jesus, what is that?" Cecil said, his tone softening. Whatever that monster was, it seemed to be winning against Nolan. Something none of GDA's contingencies could claim to do.
"UO-17. We had it on radar for a while. It was recorded rampaging in uninhabited areas before disappearing."
"Shit, look at him wailing on Omni-Man," Cecil muttered. Whatever that creature was, it seemed to be evolving with each blow it took. A terrifying prospect if it did not have a limit.
It had Nolan on the ground, each punch burying the hero turned villain deeper into the asphalt. He was trying to retaliate, but the creature was invulnerable to the blows that had turned it into a bloody splatter on the ground.
"Find everything we have on it now."
—
Chicago
Nolan was losing consciousness fast. In one last desperate effort, he flew down rather than up. The creature was confused by the sudden disappearance of its target. It roared, shaking the air.
He pushed out of the ground, looking at the monster. Whatever it was, it proved to be extremely dangerous. He had to retreat now and come up with an action plan.
He barely managed to fly off to space as the creature leaped, fingers brushing his cape.
—
Mark watched his father fly away. That monster had done what he could not, though; it did not seem to be friendly at all. If it rampaged, he did not know what to do.
His swollen eye widened as it began to shrink. The bone plates and protrusions sunk into the skin, which turned a cream color, revealing a human. He rushed to his side, hoping to help. The man held a hand, screaming.
"Get me somewhere desolate, now!"
"What? Why?"
"The other guy, it won't stop until everything in sight is dead. Please, you must."
"Shit," Mark cursed. He was in agony now but managed to grab the man by the armpits, flying away as fast as he could.
The man kept screaming, skin turning grey in patches, bones jutting out in random places.
—
Pentagon
"What do we have on him?" He asked Donald. Invincible had taken Victor outside the city, where the human had transformed once again, flattening a good portion of a forest. They had retrieved him once the beast was gone.
Victor Jurgen, 25, lives in Chicago and works as an action novel writer. Parents are Dan and Susan Jurgen, both of whom are alive. Father is a teacher; mother, a doctor. Not even a parking ticket on his record," he explained, handing the file over.
Black hair, blue eyes,
"And the beast?"
"We tried to take DNA samples, but he began to transform when the needles pierced his skin. We did not want to risk it."
"Good. What did Invincible say?"
"Apparently, Victor said the other guy would not stop until everything in sight was dead."
"Previous sightings?"
"Remote places, no human habitat for miles. The recordings we have exist because of drone enthusiasts and random satellite images. We think he was simply venting."
"Smart kid. When will he be up? I want to talk to him." He knew Nolan would return, either alone or with the rest of his kind. This kid might be their only chance to stop him.
"Are you considering him for the team?"
"No, not if he can't control the monster. Rather, a last resort weapon when Nolan returns."
If they could not protect Earth, they would avenge it.
—
Victor woke up with a groan. His eyes were bleary, but otherwise, he felt perfectly rested. Even in his half-awake mind, he knew it was only possible because of the other guy. The sterile white room made him realize he wasn't at home. As always, his memories of the time Doomsday had rampaged were blank. Whatever he had fought, it must have been a dangerous fight if he woke up in some government facility.
Though, he did remember snippets of the new hero, Invincible.
"Victor Jurden. Cecil Steadman, Director of Global Defense Agency." The sole occupant of the room introduced himself. He looked ordinary, except for the side of his face, which seemed artificial in a way.
"Before you think about holding me here, know that you can't stop the other guy."
"I know. We couldn't even scratch Omni-Man's skin. I saw what you did to him. Barely got away alive."
"Omni-Man?" Shit, why was he fighting him of all people?
"You don't remember?"
"Whenever the other guy comes up, it all goes blank."
"Right, let me get you on speed."
—
"Fucking hell," he muttered, laying his arm over his eyes. The strongest hero on the planet, an alien, had actually come to conquer Earth. He slaughtered the Guardians, killed tens of thousands, and caused widespread destruction.
He had managed to escape before Doomsday used his chest cavity to play hopscotch.
"Your home is a wreck. We can get you accommodations if you cooperate."
"Cooperate?" Victor asked. What did that word entail exactly?
"We need to know about the other guy." The Pentagon was the best and the worst place to have the kid in. Everyone had orders to stay out of his way, and the strongest heroes on Earth were here.
Without DNA samples to work on, the only way to learn about the monster was to ask the kid.
"He evolves with every death, becoming more resistant to whatever killed him," he explained.
"No limit?" He hoped there was a ceiling; otherwise, it would just take one bad day for the planet to be screwed.
"He doesn't get new abilities like flying. Only the physical capabilities increase. As far as I discovered, there isn't a limit to that."
"And you have no control over him?"
"No. He is a defense mechanism. If I get wounded lethally or die, or I am stressed too much, he breaks out to destroy the source of my agitation. "Unfortunately," Victor sighed, "he is just a ball of rage that can't distinguish between friend and foe. He will just kill everything in sight."
"How do you know?" The way Victor's eyes glazed, Cecil knew something had happened.
"Tenth Street Reds. They tried to take my wallet and used a knife when I refused. The next time I woke up, it was on a mound of corpses. Good thing it was nighttime; otherwise, the death count would have been higher."
He had seen the video records of the moment when his other side crushed the gangsters trying to surrender.
"That's one file closed," he said. The idea of a vigilante who had a grudge against the Tenth Street Reds had gone down the drain with the admittance.
"Can we get some samples without you transforming?"
"No. All the damaged parts, no matter how small, tend to come back together. If they don't, another Doomsday just grows out of it."
"How do you know?"
"I lost an arm once. A new one grew before I could attach it. Guess what happened."
"How did you stop it?"
Victor's voice was dry as he replied. "I ate it."
"You ate your own arm?"
"I was in the middle of Chicago. Two Doomsdays fighting would just end the world. Before the arm could regenerate, I bit on it and transformed. The other guy finished the job."
"Jesus," he muttered. Self-cannibalizing to stop a catastrophe certainly was not something everyone here out there could have the stomach to do.
"How do you cope with it? It would be all too simple to blow up at the smallest of irritants." That the kid had not gone on a rampage spoke a great deal about how careful he was. If Omni-Man hadn't caused such large-scale destruction, he was unlikely to let the beast out.
"Relaxing music, herbal tea, anger management, and regularly letting him out to wreck a couple of trees," he explained.
God knew he had a lot of seedlings to plant.
"If you had control over the beast, I would have offered you a spot on the Guardians. With Omni-Man gone and the original members except the Immortal dead, the juniors are going to have to pick up the slack."
"Wait, wait," he raised a hand, voice cracking. "The Guardians are dead?"
"You don't know?" Cecil asked. The kid certainly wasn't living under a rock.
"My car broke down outside the city. Doomsday turned it to a wreck, and my phone ran out of charge. I had to walk the rest of the way," he explained.
He was visiting a publisher in another city. Taking a plane would have been his best choice rather than driving for days. However, last time he was on a plane, the crying kid and his less-than-responsible mother had almost sent him over the edge during the thirteen-hour-long trip. Just the idea made him irritated.
Never again.
"Why not take a bus or hitch a ride?"
"Too dangerous. I tend to keep away from people for that reason." One wrong move, one punch swung at him, and Doomsday would carve a path of blood behind.
"Explains why you are a loner." He had no girlfriend, no friends, and barely spoke to his family face-to-face. He did not even go out for grocery shopping.
"I don't even see my parents. Their fights get on my nerves, and Doomsday really wouldn't care who they are."
"Anything else you want to know?" Victor asked once Cecil fell silent.
"Not right now. As soon as you are ready to leave, we'll get you to your new home."
"I don't want to be watched, Director." One thing he would not compromise on was his privacy. If he was watched, if he found a single hidden camera, he would lose it.
"I'll take a risk and make sure you aren't. Just in case, keep your phone open at all times." There was more than one way to watch a person. Cameras were not the only tool at his disposal.
"Fine."
—
Thanks to Doomsday, he was always in great health. He didn't get sick with anything more than once; he was stronger than he looked and always felt energetic. Within an hour, GDA agents took him to a safe house.
Chicago was a mess, as the Director explained.
By the time Doomsday managed to track his attackers, Omni-Man had carved a bloody path across the city, using his own son as a bludgeoning tool. The destruction included his apartment and everything in it.
He had savings to replace everything he had lost, but the house given to him in Washington D.C. came with everything. For now, he would just search for a new place, away from Chicago.
—
Notes: Had this on my mind for a while with all the Invincible clips popping up on my feed. Wanted to get it out of my mind.
Chicago
Victor sighed.
He still had to walk three more miles home. His damn car just had to break down in the middle of nowhere. The last string in a chain of misfortunes, it had sent him over the edge. The other guy tore the vehicle apart, leaving him to walk the rest of the path home.
One hundred and sixty miles in total.
At least it was about to be over.
Even through his earbuds, he heard the shockwave. By the time he turned around, a car had crushed his upper body to a paste.
Then, it got worse.
—
"How many more need to die, Mark? It's up to you," Nolan said, looking down at his son. He was shedding tears over the humans, a clear sign of weakness.
"And what were they…" he continued, but a roar interrupted him. A beast, the kind he had never seen before, was charging at him. Taller than him, it had sickly gray skin with bone plates on its forehead, shoulders, which reached down to its hands, knees, and other parts of its body.
"This planet certainly produces a lot of ugly monsters," he grumbled. A single punch to the creature's head caused it to explode like a rotten fruit. It fell, bleeding from its neck, dead.
"Where was I?" he mumbled to himself, looking at his son once again. He was in shock, but once he embraced his true nature, it would pass. His speech was interrupted once more as the beast he had just killed attacked once more.
Its head was somehow regenerated, a feat he was not sure even a Viltrumite could boast. He punched once again, aiming for the chest to destroy the heart and vital organs.
The beast withstood the punch.
Momentarily caught off guard, he felt the bones on the monster's fist strike his face. It actually stung, leaving shallow cuts that threatened to bleed. Nolan's next punch was even stronger, turning the creature's upper body to liquid.
"See? Every other day, a creature like this pops up, killing thousands. This would never be allowed to happen under Viltrumite rule."
The said creature, who was nothing more than a pair of legs and a crotch seconds ago, landed a punch that actually hurt. Nolan's eyes widened, surprised by the resilience it displayed. Not even the strongest of Viltrumites could heal from a blow like that.
This was getting bothersome.
He took off, reaching a suitable height in the lower atmosphere, and dove at the monster. The strike created a shockwave, eclipsing anything he had done so far.
When the dust settled, there was nothing left except for blood, smoking from the intense heat he had generated. Shaking his head, Nolan raised his palm, catching his son's fist.
"It gave you an opportunity, and this is the best you can do? You are weak, Mark. The human in you makes you weak."
Mark grinned, and Nolan felt pain bloom on his face. A left uppercut sent teeth flying out of his mouth, and he found himself soaring over the wreckage he left behind.
The beast turned to Invincible and leaped.
"Wow, wait. We are on the same side," he pleaded, flying out of the monster's reach.
"Shit," he cursed, moving out of the monster's range. Whatever it was, it did not seem to possess any intelligence. His father was coming back, and it gave him an idea. He stood between the creature and his father, blocking both their sights, and flew aside at the last second.
His father barreled into the monster, driving it to the rubble. "Why won't you die?!" Omni-Man screamed, his punches creating earthquakes.
The beast retaliated, an uncoordinated parody of a haymaker sending the Viltrumite off. It did not stop, catching Nolan's fist to deliver a brutal headbutt that broke his nose, blood splattering on the ground. His eyes saw red, and Nolan threw a punch with a scream. The creature raised its other palm to catch. The kinetic force annihilated its arm and half of its chest. The force continued, carving a trench in the rubble.
It did not fall.
Before his eyes, the creature regenerated in seconds. Nolan did not freeze; he was too good for it and landed another punch, intending to beat this creature to the point it could not regenerate.
His strike, stronger than before, was easily countered.
Nolan tried to pull away but found himself overpowered.
—
GDA HQ
"Jesus, what is that?" Cecil said, his tone softening. Whatever that monster was, it seemed to be winning against Nolan. Something none of GDA's contingencies could claim to do.
"UO-17. We had it on radar for a while. It was recorded rampaging in uninhabited areas before disappearing."
"Shit, look at him wailing on Omni-Man," Cecil muttered. Whatever that creature was, it seemed to be evolving with each blow it took. A terrifying prospect if it did not have a limit.
It had Nolan on the ground, each punch burying the hero turned villain deeper into the asphalt. He was trying to retaliate, but the creature was invulnerable to the blows that had turned it into a bloody splatter on the ground.
"Find everything we have on it now."
—
Chicago
Nolan was losing consciousness fast. In one last desperate effort, he flew down rather than up. The creature was confused by the sudden disappearance of its target. It roared, shaking the air.
He pushed out of the ground, looking at the monster. Whatever it was, it proved to be extremely dangerous. He had to retreat now and come up with an action plan.
He barely managed to fly off to space as the creature leaped, fingers brushing his cape.
—
Mark watched his father fly away. That monster had done what he could not, though; it did not seem to be friendly at all. If it rampaged, he did not know what to do.
His swollen eye widened as it began to shrink. The bone plates and protrusions sunk into the skin, which turned a cream color, revealing a human. He rushed to his side, hoping to help. The man held a hand, screaming.
"Get me somewhere desolate, now!"
"What? Why?"
"The other guy, it won't stop until everything in sight is dead. Please, you must."
"Shit," Mark cursed. He was in agony now but managed to grab the man by the armpits, flying away as fast as he could.
The man kept screaming, skin turning grey in patches, bones jutting out in random places.
—
Pentagon
"What do we have on him?" He asked Donald. Invincible had taken Victor outside the city, where the human had transformed once again, flattening a good portion of a forest. They had retrieved him once the beast was gone.
Victor Jurgen, 25, lives in Chicago and works as an action novel writer. Parents are Dan and Susan Jurgen, both of whom are alive. Father is a teacher; mother, a doctor. Not even a parking ticket on his record," he explained, handing the file over.
Black hair, blue eyes,
"And the beast?"
"We tried to take DNA samples, but he began to transform when the needles pierced his skin. We did not want to risk it."
"Good. What did Invincible say?"
"Apparently, Victor said the other guy would not stop until everything in sight was dead."
"Previous sightings?"
"Remote places, no human habitat for miles. The recordings we have exist because of drone enthusiasts and random satellite images. We think he was simply venting."
"Smart kid. When will he be up? I want to talk to him." He knew Nolan would return, either alone or with the rest of his kind. This kid might be their only chance to stop him.
"Are you considering him for the team?"
"No, not if he can't control the monster. Rather, a last resort weapon when Nolan returns."
If they could not protect Earth, they would avenge it.
—
Victor woke up with a groan. His eyes were bleary, but otherwise, he felt perfectly rested. Even in his half-awake mind, he knew it was only possible because of the other guy. The sterile white room made him realize he wasn't at home. As always, his memories of the time Doomsday had rampaged were blank. Whatever he had fought, it must have been a dangerous fight if he woke up in some government facility.
Though, he did remember snippets of the new hero, Invincible.
"Victor Jurden. Cecil Steadman, Director of Global Defense Agency." The sole occupant of the room introduced himself. He looked ordinary, except for the side of his face, which seemed artificial in a way.
"Before you think about holding me here, know that you can't stop the other guy."
"I know. We couldn't even scratch Omni-Man's skin. I saw what you did to him. Barely got away alive."
"Omni-Man?" Shit, why was he fighting him of all people?
"You don't remember?"
"Whenever the other guy comes up, it all goes blank."
"Right, let me get you on speed."
—
"Fucking hell," he muttered, laying his arm over his eyes. The strongest hero on the planet, an alien, had actually come to conquer Earth. He slaughtered the Guardians, killed tens of thousands, and caused widespread destruction.
He had managed to escape before Doomsday used his chest cavity to play hopscotch.
"Your home is a wreck. We can get you accommodations if you cooperate."
"Cooperate?" Victor asked. What did that word entail exactly?
"We need to know about the other guy." The Pentagon was the best and the worst place to have the kid in. Everyone had orders to stay out of his way, and the strongest heroes on Earth were here.
Without DNA samples to work on, the only way to learn about the monster was to ask the kid.
"He evolves with every death, becoming more resistant to whatever killed him," he explained.
"No limit?" He hoped there was a ceiling; otherwise, it would just take one bad day for the planet to be screwed.
"He doesn't get new abilities like flying. Only the physical capabilities increase. As far as I discovered, there isn't a limit to that."
"And you have no control over him?"
"No. He is a defense mechanism. If I get wounded lethally or die, or I am stressed too much, he breaks out to destroy the source of my agitation. "Unfortunately," Victor sighed, "he is just a ball of rage that can't distinguish between friend and foe. He will just kill everything in sight."
"How do you know?" The way Victor's eyes glazed, Cecil knew something had happened.
"Tenth Street Reds. They tried to take my wallet and used a knife when I refused. The next time I woke up, it was on a mound of corpses. Good thing it was nighttime; otherwise, the death count would have been higher."
He had seen the video records of the moment when his other side crushed the gangsters trying to surrender.
"That's one file closed," he said. The idea of a vigilante who had a grudge against the Tenth Street Reds had gone down the drain with the admittance.
"Can we get some samples without you transforming?"
"No. All the damaged parts, no matter how small, tend to come back together. If they don't, another Doomsday just grows out of it."
"How do you know?"
"I lost an arm once. A new one grew before I could attach it. Guess what happened."
"How did you stop it?"
Victor's voice was dry as he replied. "I ate it."
"You ate your own arm?"
"I was in the middle of Chicago. Two Doomsdays fighting would just end the world. Before the arm could regenerate, I bit on it and transformed. The other guy finished the job."
"Jesus," he muttered. Self-cannibalizing to stop a catastrophe certainly was not something everyone here out there could have the stomach to do.
"How do you cope with it? It would be all too simple to blow up at the smallest of irritants." That the kid had not gone on a rampage spoke a great deal about how careful he was. If Omni-Man hadn't caused such large-scale destruction, he was unlikely to let the beast out.
"Relaxing music, herbal tea, anger management, and regularly letting him out to wreck a couple of trees," he explained.
God knew he had a lot of seedlings to plant.
"If you had control over the beast, I would have offered you a spot on the Guardians. With Omni-Man gone and the original members except the Immortal dead, the juniors are going to have to pick up the slack."
"Wait, wait," he raised a hand, voice cracking. "The Guardians are dead?"
"You don't know?" Cecil asked. The kid certainly wasn't living under a rock.
"My car broke down outside the city. Doomsday turned it to a wreck, and my phone ran out of charge. I had to walk the rest of the way," he explained.
He was visiting a publisher in another city. Taking a plane would have been his best choice rather than driving for days. However, last time he was on a plane, the crying kid and his less-than-responsible mother had almost sent him over the edge during the thirteen-hour-long trip. Just the idea made him irritated.
Never again.
"Why not take a bus or hitch a ride?"
"Too dangerous. I tend to keep away from people for that reason." One wrong move, one punch swung at him, and Doomsday would carve a path of blood behind.
"Explains why you are a loner." He had no girlfriend, no friends, and barely spoke to his family face-to-face. He did not even go out for grocery shopping.
"I don't even see my parents. Their fights get on my nerves, and Doomsday really wouldn't care who they are."
"Anything else you want to know?" Victor asked once Cecil fell silent.
"Not right now. As soon as you are ready to leave, we'll get you to your new home."
"I don't want to be watched, Director." One thing he would not compromise on was his privacy. If he was watched, if he found a single hidden camera, he would lose it.
"I'll take a risk and make sure you aren't. Just in case, keep your phone open at all times." There was more than one way to watch a person. Cameras were not the only tool at his disposal.
"Fine."
—
Thanks to Doomsday, he was always in great health. He didn't get sick with anything more than once; he was stronger than he looked and always felt energetic. Within an hour, GDA agents took him to a safe house.
Chicago was a mess, as the Director explained.
By the time Doomsday managed to track his attackers, Omni-Man had carved a bloody path across the city, using his own son as a bludgeoning tool. The destruction included his apartment and everything in it.
He had savings to replace everything he had lost, but the house given to him in Washington D.C. came with everything. For now, he would just search for a new place, away from Chicago.
—
Notes: Had this on my mind for a while with all the Invincible clips popping up on my feed. Wanted to get it out of my mind.