The sun rose high and sunlight filtered through the blinds as he glared at the bottle of whisky at his hand. Since the resurrection he has grown bitter—an old man that had no place in this world. He loathed the day he was reborn. He remembers that day clearly, everyone he knew is dead and he is the last of his universe.
The shrill sound of the telephone ringing pierced his silent and smelly apartment; he scrambled to pick up the phone.
“H-Hello?” He asked, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he feels a headache from his sleep deprived state.
“Burt, it's me Michael. I just called to inform you to not come to work today. You have been fired by the company, don’t call back.” The phone was hung up on the other line.
He would have felt rage if he wasn’t sleep deprived and hung over but right now, he felt nothing.
He went back to the couch and contemplated what to do next.
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The sound of gunshots woke him from his stupor. Damn must have fell asleep, he thought as several more gunshots crackled through the street, people were screaming and helicopters were flying overhead. He turned on the television to see the news.
Seems like a hostage situation, he mused. A grin filled his features as he finally felt he is needed.
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“Alright motherfuckers, we will blow this bank up to kingdom come if you don’t give us what we want!” A masked man screamed through the phone.
“Don’t do anything hasty now, we are working on your dema-” The hostage operator was cut off.
“Bullshit, stop stalling! Every minute we don’t get what we want I will kill one hostage," A gunshot rang thorugh the phone followed by several screams. "Starting now!”
Officers were frantic as the situation just got worse.
“I want the snipers out there now!” Grand Captain Corys barked out.
“Sir how about the demands?” a lower ranking officer asked.
“Fuck their demands! We will kill them before they kill the hostages.” He said scowling.
“But si—” He was cut off by the Captain
“I will not have you question my authority,” His face twisting in a snarl. “Now follow my orders and get the snipers out there!”
As his officered scramble his radio turned on. Through the radio the watcher spoke to Corys, “Uh… Sir, you might want to see this.”
He opened his TechPad and saw all the robbers dead on the ground. Neck broken with their face twisted in horror.
“Get the cleanup crew now; I want to see all the cameras inside the bank to see what just happened."
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Buying his lunch he decided to eat it in the park. Today is Valentine ’s Day, why people still celebrate it baffles me, he thought as he took a bite in his food.
His head perked up as he hears the faint sound of an object breaking the sound barrier. His eyes go wide as he recognizes what it was. He ducks fast barely dodging the bullet directed at his head. He scans the surrounding buildings for his attacker as several more shots are fired, his heart pounded in his chest like a hammer as he made a break for it—running for the tree in front of him.
As he hid the shooting stops, the couple in front of him stares at him baffled before the woman went down from a shot to the head, the man followed afterwards. Time slows down as he sees two innocents dying because of him, rage filled his vision—clenching his fists he decides this ends now.
He peeks from his cover before dodging another shot, The ground in front of him exploded in a flurry of earth and dust as the bullet pulverized it.
He breathes in.
He breathes out.
Channeling all the air around himself he exploded in motion running hundreds of times faster than a normal human he jumps from building to building scanning the rooftops until he saw his target.
Lying there was a man garbed in nothing but black, a sniper rifle so absurd it wouldn’t function in real life. Though, this isn’t real life anymore. He mused.
The man looks at his current position, only a couple hundred meters away from his target. He felt something graze his arm followed by pain as he was shot, another sniper.
His first target now know of his position as he sees the man in black standing up before running towards him, cracking the concrete beneath his feet as he broke the sound barrier.
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In a split second he felt dazed as a fist connected onto his jaw knocking him off the roof he was perched upon causing him to land on the back alley. He hit the ground hard, consciousness threatening to leave him as his assassin once again attacked, stomping the location where his head used to be had he not dodged it.
His attacker was immobilized, leg half buried from his previous assault. He grabs a wicked black knife from his opponents pouch and stabbed him in the chest.
“Ahh!” The man in black yelled in pain, blood flowed freely from the imbedded knife.
“Who are you?” He asked the man in black, twisting the knife ever so slightly.
The man in black grunted, “As if I’ll answer that Marshall.”
His eyes went wide as he recognizes the voice; he releases his grip on the knife as he stepped back. His breathing was labored, but not from the altercation.
"Why?" He asked, lips quivering and his voice filled with sadness.
The man in black lifted his hood, revealing a blue eyed man with a sad expression. "I don't have much time, but watch your back Marshall." He said his final words with a smile as life faded from his eyes.
He grunted awake as he regained conciousness, since the rebirth his mind has been filled with memories that aren't his. He tries to drown it out with booze but it isn't effective.
It has been 2 weeks since he was fired from his constuction job, and exactly 2 weeks after he killed those bank robbers,
He felt his stomach grumble so he took a large gulp of booze to quite it down before heading to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up.
After his shower he decided to go outside and take in some fresh air, before scowling after he remembered the air isn't natural at all and it's only filtered. He sighs, trying to remember his dream earlier.
A knock on the door broke him from his musings.
He opened the door and several Officers were outside of his door, "Are you Burt Howard?" A woman asked.
"Yea, who's asking?"
"We need you to come with us." She said in a stern voice.
"Why?"
"Come with us or we will take you forcibly and destroy your apartment." Her voice filled with anger.
He decided getting in an altercation with several officers were the last thing he wanted to do. "Alright, take me to your leader." He joked.
She didn't seem pleased as she punched him in the mouth before handcuffing him.
"You are under arrest freak." Another officer said.
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The car ride to the station was silent, I was seething in anger—my split lip has already healed while the officers were looking at me in disgust.
As we arrived in the station I was dragged in harshly to the interrogation room where I waited for several hours before the door opened and came in a man.
He had graying hair and a beard, his expression showed he has seen through a lot.
He stood in front of me before whipping out a baton and smacking me hard across the face.
"You think you can murder those people huh?" He yelled, spittle flying from his mouth as he turns red in anger. "It took us 2 weeks but we finally found you freak." He said before cracking me in the head once again. This continued for 15 minutes before he stopped.
"Don't make a fool out of us again freak." He said. Before raising his arm once again, I had enough of his beatings and broke through the handcuffs driving my arm through his chest. In a sickening squelch I squeezed hard squashing his heart.
The look of horror in his face made me smile. I felt several bullets go through me as the officers behind the glass opened fire.
My eyes glow red as I made short work of these despicable animals, killing them with no remorse. By nightfall there were no survivors, they didn't even have time to call for back up as I killed them so fast.
I went through all the records of the Officers to find their addresses. I grin before realizing what I had done. I looked around in horror as I see body parts littering the hallway—blood and entrails were everywhere. I stand up and unleash an energy pulse hopefully destroying all the evidence of what I had done.
I flew back home covered in blood and made my way into the shower to clean up. My face twisted in horror.
After I finish cleaning up I check the news and to my horror my face was on the television. I pack up all the clothes I could carry and all the money I had saved up before flying away as fast as I could.
As I reach light speed I feel the air getting thicker, the drag was tremendous. The pressure was so much so I had to take a break. As I sat by a tree I see a figure moving up to me.
"DeathBringer." I whispered. I try to fly away but my body was petrified. I was strong enough to destroy the sun yet I couldn't move. My breathing was hard, my heart bounded like a hammer and he inched closer and closer I prayed for my death to be quick.
I jolted awake, bottles clinking as I knocked them over. My head pounding harder than my heart as another memory fill my mind.
I look around and see the date, it was only a couple of hours after I stopped the hostage situation. I scream out in frustration as more and more memories begin invading my mind. Distinguishing reality is becoming harder and harder everyday.
I made my way to the kitchen, opening the bottom drawer and saw the bottle of bleach I have stored long ago. Steeling my nerves I grab it and drank it hoping it will end my memory.
I jolt awake once again. This time 3 months before the hostage situation, I flew immediately not caring it I broke the ceiling of my apartment and made my way to the nearest volcano I can find and dove right in.
I jolt awake. Channeling white energy to my hands I prepare to impale myself.
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I jolt awake. This time in my childhood, the birds were chirping as the sun rose above the sky. The smell of breakfast permeated through the house as I slink through my room. Looking at my mirror I see I was 6 years old. I touch my face and feel flesh. I prepare to kill myself once again before a shrill ringing filled the room.
"Make it stop!" I bellowed, but it didn't stop. Instead it increased in volume, taunting me. I cover my ears in despair screaming before I jolted awake.
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I lost how many times I have 'Awoken'. My mind has been fractured. I have been reliving memories that aren't even mine. The agony continues to split my head open.
I lay in a puddle of sweat, blood and tears before Jolting awake. I hear someone breaking the door open and a flash of blue and red. Someone was asking me questions yet I didn't understand what they were, I wished for death before falling back into a slumber.
I wake up, this time normally. I was in a pristine white room filled with instruments.
A lady was in the room, I didn't recognize her. Wait. Maybe I did. No. Used to.
She spoke to me yet all her words were alien to me. But the grim expression in her face was enough to communicate what she was saying.
I see several more people come in, they were adults but they had smaller people with them. Children. Yes. That is what they are.
I raise my hand and see bony and wrinkly appendages fill my vision.
I smile.
My wish was granted.