1 RE.1
For years I thought my life couldn't be more bizarre. Being reincarnated into one of most dark worlds you know about would make you think like that...
It's just...
I was wrong, so fucking utterly wrong...
"Brockton Bay, the BROCKTON BAY?" My voice raised with each word that flew from my mouth, the mere name made my skin crawl...
"Rey, it's not as bad as you make it sound, your father was promoted to lead the UniTech branch in that city, we will even get our own house, with a garden and everything, and weren't you the one who always liked and looked on all these capes? I'm sure you would like it there, after all, that city is known to have the biggest cape population per city. "
That woman, my own mother, told me in a mix of caring and patronizing voice of a normal mother...
All I could to do, was to look at her, with a betrayal clearly written on my youthful face, something that just made her wryly smile at me.
"There is a difference between liking and making sure to follow all important news, and look at yourself and me in the mirror!" I raised my hands into the air in an 'I give up' motion.
The problem, just one of many, oh so many, was that mom and I weren't caucasian white or not fully European for Nazis that called that city their home.
Where my mom was fully Asian, with her being a Kyushu survivor, having glistening black hair and brown eyes, my father, who ironically could be a poster child for any Nazi propaganda, with him being gold blonde, with clear blue eyes, and athletic body that he was able to maintain even when most of his work was behind the desk...
Making me a mix of two of them, something I liked, as I inherited mom's slick and raven black hair and dad's clear but more darkened than blue eyes, something that made me look cute and pretty for most girls and older women...
It probably helped that I practiced yoga with my mom every morning and ran with my father every night...
"I don't see the problem. Brockton bay is known to have many of Asian descent living in there, I'm sure you would make a lot of friends in there!" Mom told me in her energetic and gleeful tone...
Making me want to bash my head against the table we were sitting by...
My mom...
She wasn't stupid or airhead. No, she was a scarily intelligent woman. It was just...
She liked to ignore many provident problems, at least the ones I saw as important, making my and hers idea of importance clash most of the time...
And my father...
He was an idealist, that's all I could say, otherwise father was and is a good man, well as good as any ambitious corporate worker could by...
In-home he was mostly a very loving husband and strict yet fair father, but if his rise in his company was any say, then his father was either truly competent and ruthless or the most unlucky person...
As I just didn't see how luck could contribute to being resigned to BB, even though he was promoted to lead the entire new branch...
I just didn't see it...
My eye's sharpened at my mom, who wore silly expressions.
"Do you actually mean it, or do you truly ignore the fact that the city is a hive of villainy, drug addicts, and hometown of literary Nazis and the heinous rage dragon?" I asked mom, my tone full of doubt.
My mom's brown eyes sharpened in a similar way as my own as she now looked at me, all the previous cheerfulness was gone from her face.
"Rey, I hope I don't need to tell you how much hard your father worked to get this chance to give us better lives, yes I do know of the darker reputation that city holds, but we will live in the better part of the city, with you getting into Arcadia, you will be saved Rey, do not worry."
Mother strictly told me, her last words transforming into a comforting voice full of affection as if she wanted to ease my worries...
The problem was that I wasn't worried about myself...
I looked at my thirty-nine-year-old mom, thanks to her Asian genes, she maintained a youthful look with rarely even one grey hair and almost not any wrinkles, her body was that of a woman who cared about her health, whereas my father was athletic with muscles, mom was slim and full in all right places, and I would call her MILF if not for the sudden revulsion I felt at that thought...
But she was an Asian, and pretty, very pretty at that one, making her target for both biggest gangs in Brockton Bay, Nazis because of her being Japanese, and ABB because she was pretty...
I worried for her...
No, I was fucking scared for her, she was my mom, and even with the previous life memories, I had long ago acknowledged my situation, accepted this new life, and came to love and respect my parents in this world...
And that made me most worried, I knew that if you loved someone, then there was a chance you would lose him, especially in this world that is batshit crazy...
Of course, I knew this wasn't any novel, story, or fiction that was ridden by plot, this was real life, but if these stories I read so much taught me something, it was that a cliche was a thing...
And what was the biggest cliche other than becoming an orphan, watching your loving parents die?
"I... I can't do anything about this... Can I?" I said, as my shoulders slumped, the feeling of helplessness overcoming me as some blanket...
"Rey... I'm sure everything will be alright, you will come to love this change, weren't you one who said that D.C is boring?" Now I would prefer boringness, thank you very much...
Still, when mom came to take me into a hug, I returned it with force, burying my eleventh-year-old face into her chest as my hands hugged her with all the strength I could muster...
"It would be alright, you will see." Mom quietly whispered to me as her hand got through my hair, massaging my head.
I needed to do something, I needed to protect my mom and dad, I needed...
The more I thought, the more I desired, and the more I felt myself going out, as my breath quickened and my eyes closed.
"Rey? Rey, what is happening?! REY!!!" Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could swear I heard moms voice, and yet when I wanted to tell her that I was alright, to speak to her, the weaker I felt...
"Rey!!!"
I dreamed of an enormous black form of a ship bathed in darkness, as faint and strange to utterly wrong whispers traveled to me...
I dreamed of green and purple lights clashing with each other and yet completing each other...
"Wake up"
What?
I turned around, yet not as if I was everywhere and nowhere.
"Wake Up"
Who said it?
Where are you?
Where I'm?
"WAKE UP"
The voice was coming closer and closer!
What is this?
I'm awake!
Or I'm not?
"WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!!! WAKE UP!!!"
Aaarrrrghhhh!
I screamed into nothingness as a green face mask with holes that showed purple eyes as if teleported before my face, or what was my face as I felt my body twist, transform, and merge.
"AARRRRRAAAAAAAGHHH!!!" My throat hurt from the screaming I could feel it was going dry the more I screamed.
And yet I couldn't stop to scream.
"How is he, how is my son?" I heard a masculine voice somewhere near me, I could feel...
A clear air?
No...
I knew this air, the air full of disinfection, a sterilized area common in hospitals...
"Your son, Mr.Thomas, is alright, or as alright as we can see, your son is completely healthy, more than other children of his age." Another voice, this one I didn't recognize, where I could now recognize my father's voice, this was fully foreign to me...
Why was it so hard to open my eyes?
I...
I couldn't move, I could feel my body, and yet it was as if everything was too heavy...
Too tiring to even move, all I could do was breathe...
"Healthy children do not faint! I saw him myself, I felt how he became feeble in my arms! I-I he, he just, he just fell into me! What is wrong with my son!" Ah...
Mom was always so serious when it came to my health, rarely was she serious, acting as or having another persona as a cheerful woman, but when things got serious, she always cared...
I could still remember how she looked when I came home with scrapped knee...
"That... We do not know, your son's body is healthy, there is nothing wrong with his body... And from his medical reports, we know he was on MRI last year, there wasn't anything wrong with the pictures."
...
Yea...
Remind me of that, now that I can't even move, tell me how useless I'm in this world...
How I utterly cannot protect my parents...
And send me right into the arms of these Cauldron bastards, tell me...
Tell me again that I lack any way to become a parahuman without drinking from the bottle and selling my soul to the people I wouldn't trust, even my own pet.
Tell me how I lack both Gemma and Potentia in my brain!
TELL ME!
I could again feel the familiar darkness taking me...
I wasn't even able to see my parents...
Go, Rey...
Show how useless you are, how all your dreams after reincarnated in this world were dashed into the ground once your MRI scans showed you that all you could ever by is human...
A puny human in a world full of monsters both outside and inside human skins...
"It's ready."
Again.
I could again hear the whispers, whispers that came from all around me.
"We will have our revenge."
Who, do you speak to me?
Who or what do you want to revenge for?
"The enemies would die, this time for sure."
Why can't I see you?
Where are you?
"And you, you will be our instrument."
What?
I...
I would what?
"Go, GO AND TAKE THEIR LIVES! JUST LIKE THEY TOOK OURS!"
Arrrrggh!!!
Familiar pain assaulted me as I could feel my mind being twisted and damaged in unthinkable pain...
But...
But even if in pain...
I could see!
I could see!
Images, no...
Not images...
A...
...
Blueprints?
