1 Route To Take

"Why am I here, respectfully speaking?" Clark asked a middle aged man. They were both standing in a vast space of just pure whiteness.

"Well, let's just say I need a change of scenery. I have reincarnated many others before and each one of them have gone the same route it has become a cliche: get strong fast, get harem, fuck up the world. So, I pulled you from your world so that you can give me something different. I will send you to a world, you can do whatever the hell you want as long as it is something I have never seen before. Once I am entertained enough I will pull you out, give you a gift in accordance to how much you have entertained me then send you to another world. Is that okay with you?"

"That's fine with me," Clark said. "Do I get wishes though?"

"Yes you do. But, like I said, your wishes will have to be something I have never heard before and you get three of them,"

"Alrighty then. First of all, I want my body to have the super soldier serum as it's foundation. Second wish I want to have Jessica Jones' powers from the comics. Third wish, I want to have photographic reflexes," Clark wished then looked at the man expectantly.

"Alrighty then, all the wishes seem to be original enough except for the first so I will have to penalize you for that. Have fun when you wake up. I will send you to a normal world as a tutorial," the middle aged man said then clapped once. Clark saw everything go dark and silent.

"Clarke! Clarke, are you okay, baby!" Clark heard someone calling him. His consciousness quickly returned when he heard the voice belonged to a man and he just called h baby! He opened his eyes fast only to see a young man in his early twenties, blue eyes, blonde hair, quite handsome looking down at him with concern.

"Clarke, thank God you're awake! The doctors were saying you were in so much pain they couldn't even touch you and diagnose you!" the man said, hugging him in relief. "How are you feeling?"

"Who the fuck are you?" Clark asked him, not recognizing how the young man was saying his name. The young man pulled away from him and looked at his eyes with some worry.

"Clarke baby, are you alright?" he asked. "It's me, Ben. I am your boyfriend of two months!" Clark nearly threw up when he heard that, quickly getting onto his feet and away from the man. That action brought him in front of a mirror and what he sa scared the heck out of him!

"What! The! Actual! Fuck!" she exclaimed. What she was seeing was a 6'3 tall red head woman who was herself. She had green eyes the colour of moss, well defined athletic body, size B breasts which she felt could be bigger...Why the fuck would she think that! She was a guy! A GUY! She turned to look at the guy who just introduced himself as Ben and gathered courage to ask a question that she dreaded.

"Have we...slept together?" she asked, praying to God the answer would be no.

"You actually pull me to bed after your work, say sex relieves you from the stress," Ben answered, a goofy smile on his face, obviously remembering the times in the sack. But to Clarke it was as if divine judgement was pronounced on her! She lost her colour for a moment when he heard that and turned to look back at herself before looking at the ceiling.

"Is this the penalty? Been a woman! And I don't even have to keep my virginity! You're a cruel person!" she shouted, tears streaming down her eyes. Ben was astonished by her statement and went towards her in concern.

"Baby, you're scaring me. Are you alright?" he asked, trying to hold her hand but Clarke's hand suddenly got hold of his face with speed he couldn't even follow. He felt as if his jaw would break from her grip.

"Clothes, where are my clothes?" she asked him. Ben pointed at a box he had come with earlier. "Get out whilst I change and forget all about me!" He gently threw him away but to Ben, he felt like he was been pushed by a body builder, making him stagger backwards, luckily hitting the wall. He looked at Clarke, his girlfriend, staring at him as if he killed her entire family and subversively walked out. Clarke made sure he wasn't peeping before he started changing. He removed the hospital gown, only now remembering about their features at the backside and swore to punch the pervert later. When she looked at the clothes in there, she was glad there was no skirt or high heels. There was a light t-shirt, a black jacket, a black jeans which she hoped was not skinny and was glad it wasn't and a pair of black baseball sneakers. Once she had them on, she got out of the room, nearly bumping into a woman and a woman.

"Whoa!" both of them exclaimed as they stumbled backwards. Clarke got a good look at them and saw they were both wearing an FBI windbreaker and body armor and wondered what the FBI wanted with him.

"Clarke Sullivan?" the man asked but when he saw no reaction from her, he decided to continue. "Special Agent Luke and this my partner, Special Agent Valentine. We would like to ask you a few questions about two nights ago."

"Two nights ago? What happened two nights ago?" Clarke asked.

"We were hoping you would fill in the blank for us. We know you and your boyfriend were. having dinner when the hotel was hit by four armed robbers. All the customers there said that you got a good look at one of the robbers when a security guard took off his mask. We would like you to give us a good definition of how he looks like."

"Robbers? Look, I don't remember anything at all. In fact, I can't even remember a day before today when I opened my eyes," Clarke answered. The two FBI agents gave each other a curious look before turning to look at him.

"You look like you are going somewhere. Did the doctors discharge you yet?" the woman asked.

"Nope, I was discharging myself," Clarke answered.

"Alright then, we would like to talk with you then, in private," the man said as he went to get hold of her right arm. Clarke frowned and pushed the hand away, only to have the agent sent to the ground. His partner reacted by going for her gun but Clarke's right hand was faster, stopping her hand right on her holster.

"Attacking an FBI agent is a federal offense, Ms Sullivan, I suggest you let go of my hand," the agent tried to convince her when she realized Clarke was too strong. Clarke was about to defend herself when she saw the other agent get up, gun in hand. She quickly slid behind the female agent and used her as a perfect shield, even resulting to lifting her onto her toes in order to cover her head with her left hand. When the agent saw he had no shot, he decided to use talk no jutsu.

"Ms Sullivan, I don't know why you are been hostile, can you please tell us before you do something you'll regret later?" he asked hoping to catch a flaw.

"Miss? Well, I'm not married so I guess I am a miss now. Why am I been hostile? Can't answer that without sounding like a crazy person. Look, I don't want to harm you two so why don't you be a good partner and knock yourself out?" Clarke asked.

"That's not gonna happen," the male agent answered.

"Thought so," Clarke answered before pushing the female agent towards him, his right hand already taking her Glock before she turned around and bolted. The male agent got hold of his partner and aimed his gun at Clarke only to see her disappearing round a corner.

"How the hell is she that fast!" he exclaimed, getting his partner back on her feet. She went for her gun once again only to feel the holster empty.

"She took my gun!" she groaned then they started the chase all the way to outside the hospital.

"How is she that fast! That has got to be three flights of stairs and we didn't even see her!" Agent Luke said as they both panted, hard.

"We...hah...need to talk to her boyfriend. There's a reason why she got spooked and acted the way she did!" Agent Valentine said, the most tired of the two.

Clarke kept on running for an hour, honestly feeling the thrill of running so fast she was leaving cars in the dust. But, she had to know where she was and plan on what to do. Good thing she stopped running at a warehouse district meaning if there were no punks here she would have enough time to think.

First order of business was to make sure everything she had planned out was entertaining enough for the man that brought her here. So, no been a hero for she was sure the other reincarnated had gone through that route. Anti hero was a fifty fifty and been a villian is too. A villian can be boring to certain people and considering this is a being that has seen a lot of reincarnated, she wouldn't be the first one that had gone the villian route. But, it is probably the best route to take! Everything she does the man might take it as her been a villian and she had to be smart too! So, villian route it is.

Second thing, what kind of villian. Would she be the kind of villian that comes in only one episode and gets killed off or would she be the villian that keeps the entire series targeted fully on her. Both had their pros and cons but since this was the big man's entertainment, he had to be the latter! A manipulator, thinker and very driving. Been a cartel boss was out of the picture. Honestly, been a serial killer was a good choice here together with been a terrorist.

Been a terrorist means she had to convince people to her cause which was hard! She did not have the patience to get into an already formed group and make her way up the chain of authority either. After a few moments of thinking, she decided to start as a domestic terrorist. The good thing about this is that she had photographic reflexes and with her different build, she would be very well a force to be reckoned with in this world!

"So, terrorist route it is!" she said to herself.