New fanfic for all my dear readers, I expect you to enjoy my new book!
Why a Marvel/DC fanfic? Well, that's one of the fics that Isaac never posted in this site, so I decided to rewrite and share it with you.
Oh, and this book is also participating in fanfic fiesta, a contest here in webnovel. So, if you can, give us support and help me to win something for the first time.
Well, enough shit-chat. Enjoy your reading!
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That wasn't happening...
That couldn't be happening...
That shouldn't be happening...
Simon looked at his hands at what seemed to be the thousandth time in that 5-minute interval. His hands, once thick and strong, covered by scars and some metal parts, were now small, soft and immaculate, almost like a baby's hands.
What the hell is this? Another hallucination? Any mental trick? Another trick from Waller to screw with me?
The whole situation was too surreal to be true.
Looking at the environment around him, inspecting every detail, every piece of furniture, every window and every gram of accumulated dust, it was cruel certainty that took over Simon: that was his childhood room, exactly as he remembered.
A room where 4 people could easily fit, which he shared with his brother, who was still sleeping peacefully in the bunk bed above him while the first rays of sun began to cross the window.
For a moment, Simon just stared at nothing, completely motionless, just listening to Jordan's breath above him, the singing of the birds outside and enjoying the sun's rays that passed through the window. A thousand and one questions hammered in his mind in that precise, but there was only one that had his focus:
How was that possible?
Simon must have been dead, he knew that. It took a while to organize his mind and reason properly, but now he remembered what had happened.
Whatever Waller and Luthor and their shitty scientists had done, he knew a lot that he had died. Not only because he removed the cyber implants that supported his body, but also because of the DNA infusion process they did into him.
Apparently, their last attempt to try to "clone" the Apocalypse. They thought that if they could fuse the cells and DNA of the Apocalypse with a resistant and compatible enough being, they could recreate the creature and even control it if they were smart. And who was the chosen guy? Yes, Simon.
Whether for his special DNA or for all the physical and mental resilience he had shown over the years, Simon was considered the perfect guy for the experience. But as the implants and nano-machines fused to your body could disrupt the process, all of them were removed in the most efficient and extremely painful way possible.
Without even having time to recover properly, Simon was connected to some machines and taken to complete the experience. They tied him to a large operating table, connected him to some tubes and injected the DNA of the most powerful creature that has ever stepped on earth directly into him.
He still remembered the pain, suffering and torment he went through throughout the process. He felt his body rejecting the DNA of Apocalypse, fighting an internal war to see who would win, the special body or the DNA of the alien creature. It was pure torture, in every sense of the word.
All he remembers before erasing was looking at Lex and Waller's faces behind the protective glass and saying with the little strength they had left:
I'll see you in hell, you megalomaniac sons of bitches!
After that, everything went dark...
And he died.
Or rather, he should have died.
But now he was there, in his childhood room, right next to his sleeping brother, without any of the marks he had gained throughout his life and with a million things in his head.
Simon couldn't stop a small sigh from escaping his mouth.
His eyes landed once again on the mirror in the corner of the room, a little further away from the door, and coincidentally turned to Simon's bed. Coincidentally not, he always left him like that when he was younger.
His appearance remained the same, except that now he had neither the old scars nor the implants and, perhaps the most surprising thing so far, he was younger.
With natural and perfect curls that adorned his dark and short hair well, white skin without imperfections or marks, and his most striking characteristic, his green eyes like emeralds that were able to attract the attention of anyone who passed by him.
All this, all these characteristics, were shown in the mirror along with the reflection of a child of up to 12 years old. This child was Simon.
His head was at a thousand per minute. Nothing made sense, that situation didn't make sense, it even seemed like a dream but unfortunately it wasn't. It was reality.
Somehow, he had gone back in time. To be more exact, he had gone back 14 years in the past, almost a decade and a half. It was just looking at his appearance and the calendar next to his bed that he already discovered everything.
He was in 2009, his death was in 2023, almost at the turn to 2024, so let's consider 15 years. Simon didn't know whether to be happy or sad about that.
On the one hand, he was not dead and had undeniably returned to the best time of his life. On the other hand, there were too many unanswered questions and many theories about what was happening to him.
How had he come back? He knew a little about time travel and how possible it was after spending so much time with Argus scientists, but he also knew that time travel was an extremely delicate topic and needed extremely complex and precise processes to happen without risking destroying the universe.
Well, he never knew of a well-executed time travel, so it could be that all these processes and operations were just speculations and that true time travel could have less rule. Time travel is certainly a very theoretical branch, so maybe all they discovered about it were just theories.
But Simon had not only gone back in time, he had died. Literally. He had not only returned in time, he had resurrected, and apparently, his mind had returned to the body of his younger sem.
That didn't make sense, no matter how much he thought about it.
But there had to be some explanation. Everything in the world has an explanation, even the most illogical things can be explained by someone with the right skills and knowledge.
So: how had Simon risen and gone back in time?
And more importantly...
Why?
[ Wow, I expected nothing less from a former secret agent. Even in a situation like this, you are still able to stay calm and seek a logical solution to an illogical situation. I must say, in a way it's very impressive ]
Simon's thoughts were cut off when a stranger echoed in his head. And from Simon's experiences, this was never a good sign.
The voice was strange, Simon couldn't identify if it was a man or a woman talking. It seemed more like a male and a female voice were repeating the same phrases, trying to overcome each other while talking through a microphone of terrible quality.
Simon also noticed that the voice had the same static effect and failures in the intensity of speech that computers had, making it vary from high and low while speaking.
His first thought was that it could be Waller communicating through the chip in his brain. But then he remembered that all his implants, including brain implants, had been removed and that he still didn't have them at this time. Besides the fact that, theoretically, the Waller he knew was in the future, so there was no way the Waller of the past, who still had no idea of Simon's existence, was communicating with him now.
His second, and most likely in his opinion, was that the voice belonged to a telepath and someone had entered his mind. It made sense, without his implants and cyber parts, he didn't have the mental defenses and protections that prevented telepaths from entering his mind. But this thought was also discarded when he realized that if some telepath had really entered his mind, then he would already be controlling Simon now and would not bother to talk to him and announce his presence.
Besides, whoever owned the voice, he knew Simon. He knew he was an Argus agent and knew about the death/rebirth/tresp situation in the time he was facing now. Of course, this could be explained by speculating that the owner of the voice was simply listening to his thoughts during these minutes that Simon was trying to understand what happened, but an ordinary telepath would have difficulty reading all the dozens of thoughts that Simon had only in the last minutes, thoughts full of theories about his situation, and focusing only on this detail. Of course, this counting that he was an ordinary telepath and not a self-level telepath.
There were too many variables to consider, but one thing was certain: if a voice in your head wanted some harm for Simon, he probably would have already done it.
[ You are correct. I don't seek your evil and if I had anything against you, we wouldn't be talking now ]
"Who are you? "Simon, even confused and apprehensive due to the situation he was in, still kept his composure and asked the question that any normal person would be his would ask.
He wanted to at least know the identity of the person he was talking to. Not that this would diminish his suspicions or make him calmer, but maybe the person on the other side gave him some detail that would help him identify who was talking to him.
What followed later was a brief silence that Simon had already anticipated. According to his experience, the person he was talking to was thinking of an answer that did not reveal much about himself, his goals or his identity, probably having already read his mind and knowing what Simon hoped to achieve.
[ Let's say... I'm someone with the answers to your questions ]
There was what Simon wanted to listen. His concern turned into curiosity for a moment before distrust to replace everything at once. As far as he knew, that voice could just be saying what he wanted to hear. Simon had a sense of the power of words, how the right words said at the right time to the right person could convince any being in the world. He had fallen for this trick, more times than he would like to admit.
He couldn't just believe the voice just because she said something he wanted to hear. Starting from the theory that he was really talking to a telepath, then he would have just read his mind in the last minutes and given him the answer he wanted to hear.
He didn't want to give the chance to chance, but a part of him wanted to see how far it would go.
[ I know you don't trust me and you have reasons for it. But trust me ]
[ Simon Drewler, I am the answer to your questions and the second chance you wanted so much ]