1 The beginning (1)
As I slowly walked the damp streets of New York I gazed up to the cloudy sky, water rushing down my face, and the splashing of puddles as I walked on the path.
'useless' My eyebrows furrowed and the music in my ears seemed distant as I unconsciously wandered off the path slowly trotting along the grass.
'disgrace' I heard again as the music in my ears muffled the sound of cars rushing past me as my foot reached the hard ground of the road slowly drifting less aware of my surroundings, the mist blocking my vision, the barely noticeable vibrations of cars coming and the oily stench of death rushing down the road.
'You are nothing' I heard again in my ear even with the music playing it couldn't silence the voice but did muffle the car that's now in my vision.
my eyes widened and my pupils dilated as my eyebrows raised, my body tried to struggle to the side, out of the way of the car which seemed to be a raging bull charging towards me.
The driver went wide in shock as he tried to swerve to the right.
I had hoped the car would miss me, that I would be saved. the car barely brushed past me, my body relaxed and I thought I was safe, but the rouge car collided with another vehicle violently.
I could hear the twisting of metal and the sound of engines colliding to create a burning heat creating a sanctuary from the rain only to feel the fire engulfed me and shrapnel flying into my side throwing me to the ground.
I was writhing in pain on the ground as screams echoed around me and the sound of a raging fire consumed everything.
I couldn't move... 'die.'
I couldn't see... 'give up.'
I couldn't smell...' Stop fighting...' I could only hear the sound of screaming and my subconscious telling me to commit suicide and to give up on life.
I couldn't feel but I could sense something fading, 'my conscience?' I thought, 'Am I dying?' a sudden realization hit me as all my surroundings faded into mist.
My final thoughts were a mumbled mess as I drifted from thought and faded to black.
==============================================
3rd pov:
Amidst the infinite void of the abyss, there lay thousands of strings, some intertwining and some distant. Among them, the brightest was pure gold, and the darkest was an inky black.
The void echoed peace until one tiny soul, with little presence, seemed to slip out of its bunch of strings and wander away from its group.
The tiny soul seemed lost, trying to find its way in a dark room, wandering towards a bunch of grey and gold strings. some radiated evil and some shined pure as the soul seemed distant and slipped into the bunch.
The void all around seemed to be gathering around the soul in an attempt to stop it from entering this bunch of strings.
The void, pounced on the soul causing it to writhe in pain even though it was not a physical being.
'The soul was being devoured slowly'
As the last remnants of the soul were disappearing a blinding glow surrounded it as if protecting it.
The divine glowing light dimmed as it imparted some of its essence to heal the soul and sent it rushing toward a batch of strings.
The mystical strings, bathed in the white light, opened as if welcoming him to their home. The bunch embraced the soul, shielding it from the unknown.
The soul was pulled in all directions until it rested before a sturdy grey string.
The string opened its light and an immense force pulled the soul within its depths bathing it in light as the soul entered the unknown territory.
==============================================
"Everyone is not created equal," a melodic voice said in sadness. a quote from the original Mc of this timeline, the future greatest hero to ever live. "But now the future has changed," the voice said.
A small 3-year-old boy could be seen sitting in his room, with green messy hair and emerald eyes playing with a small blonde action figure.
The joy could be seen radiating from him as he smashed the toys together making a boom and smash sound.
"It's Fine Now. Why? Because I Am Here." the boy said in a deep voice moving the toy around happily.
A sudden seething pain interrupted his fun as I huge headache assaulted his mind. he would scream but the pain was so unbearable no words could escape his gasping mouth.
He dropped the action figures and widened his eyes as he rolled around on the floor trying his best to scream but all that came out was a whimper and a tear escaping his eye.
The pain nulled as the boy stopped shaking and started to catch his breath.
"were am I!" a sudden yell disturbed the now tranquil sounds of birds chirping and wind flowing.
The green-haired boy looked around in panic as his head went to thoughts of the seething pain of fire and shrapnel in his side, "why am I not dead?!"
He suddenly stopped as he saw a reflection in a mirror, he widened his eyes and touched his hair only for the mirror to copy him.
He recognized the person, or him? Izuku Mydoria from Boku no Hero Academia, is the main protagonist and the future greatest hero.
his freckly and weak body, with his green hair and emerald eyes, could be recognized by anyone.
He simply fainted in shock at the strange sight.
At almost the same time he collapsed the door creaked open and Inko Mydoria, mother of Izuku, strolled into the house huffing as she placed the groceries on the counter and strolled to Izuku's room.
The floor creaked as Inko slowly knocked on the door and opened it wide.
Her eyes widened and a helpless expression explored her face, with a sutle smile, she closed the door quietly mubbling somthing to do with over exerting himself playing...
As Inko strolled down the hall, a silent eco drowned the insides of the green haired boys soul, as the mended, soul inbued with the power of the strange lights essence, slowly charged the body with a strange energy and a small double jointed pinky toe located on the boy blended into a singular jointed toe.....
