Chapter 31: #31 DC FF/ Dc Warlock by Heavens Monarch
Link : https://m.fan fiction.net/s/13686396/1/Dc-Warlock
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Plot : A high school student gets killed on his way to school and wakes up in the DC universe in the body of a 8 year old kid, living on the streets of Macau. Luckily whatever brought him to this universe fraught with dangers didn't leave him empty handed. The SI is a Warlock with the ability to bargain for souls and use the energy those souls generate to wield magic.
*Fairly OPMC, Cunning MC*
Chapter 1
Weightlessness.
That's all I felt, floating through the endless abyss.
I continued drifting for hours, days, maybe even weeks unable to tell how much time had passed since I found myself here, where time was meaningless.
Looking down, I saw another piece of my body break off, as if I was made out of brittle pieces. I watched calmly as it drifted away into the abyss surrounding me before being swallowed by the darkness and with it another piece of my memory and identity.
Already I had forgotten my own name, and with that last piece I also forgot those of my parents.
Strangely enough, I could still remember what I last had for breakfast and even what I had watched on tv that day.
I guess, the more important memories disappear first….
Another piece broke off, this time taking the faces of my parents with it.
And yet for some unexplained reason I was still calm, that more than anything else told me that something was wrong.
I didn't want to forget my parent's faces….my mom's face.
Was it always so blank?
Why…why can't I remember her face?!
And just like that whatever it was that had a hold on me, forcing me to keep calm no matter what, broke, leaving me feeling horrified and afraid.
Something had crawled deep into my mind and was controlling my feelings without me even noticing.
Making me not care that I was crumbling to pieces and losing my memories.
Well, fuck them because I do care!
I don't want to forget everything!
I don't want to dissolve into nothing!
I don't want to die!
I want to live!
I screamed into the abyss, struggling and trying to move my body but it was useless.
I was stuck, I couldn't move an inch and my screams disappeared into the darkness surrounding me without leaving a trace as soon as they left my mouth.
I was about to give up, when I felt it.
It was subtle at first, just a feeling of power charging the space surrounding me.
You know how the air feels just before a big thunderstorm?
It felt just like that.
The space around me pulsed before a red ball of light appeared on my chest.
I looked at it in bewilderment, wondering where it came from, it was a little red ball, the size of a pool ball. I would have mistaken it for one, if it wasn't made entirely out of light, before I could think any further on the subject the ball exploded into action, expanding and engulfing my whole body.
And just like that everything was red, blood red, the light went into every orifice and pore in my body, making me scream in agony.
I felt it get infused in my cells, DNA, and even my soul itself, changing me on a fundamental level I couldn't even begin to understand.
My last thought before losing consciousness was, how the light looked oddly familiar, like I had seen it somewhere before.
A gasp ripped out of me, as I jolted awake, my heart was beating a mile a minute, I took a deep breath and desperately tried to figure out what was going on.
As I calmed down, I felt the last vestiges of a dream slip away, leaving me with the feeling that I lost something important that I will never regain and a vision of glowing blood red light.
Once I was calm enough to think, I looked around, trying to figure out where I was, I was lying on the ground next to a puddle in what looked like a dirty alleyway, going by the graffiti and dumpsters. What was worrying is that I didn't remember falling asleep in this dirty alleyway the night before.
Why was I sleeping in a strange alleyway?
Where am I?
"Argh, fuck that hurts!"
I tried sitting up and ended up wincing in pain when I tried leveraging myself in a sitting position with my right hand.
Why?
That question was quickly answered when I raised my arms in front of me to see what was wrong.
My face blanched, my…arms!
What happened to my arms?!
Instead of looking at arms belonging to a 16 year old teenage boy, I was looking at the arms of a child with the right one being clearly broken by how it was facing the wrong fucking way!
'Close your eyes and take a deep breath, nice and calm,'
I opened my eyes and looked down, right at the body of a child.
Nope, this is not happening, a dream…a nightmare, yes that is what it is I'm dreaming.
I'm going to wake up, and everything is going to be normal again.
'But what if it isn't a dream,' a small treacherous part of my mind whispered, 'What then?'
I slapped my face as hard as I could with my left hand, which was not that hard at all but it did its job.
"I felt that," I mumbled, "that hurt,"
Fuck Fuck Fuck, it's real!
I paused when I saw my reflection from the corner of my eye in the puddle next to me.
Turning to get a better look at myself, I held in a terrified scream, my heart beating frantically in my chest.
I should have expected it, with me having a body of a child and all but for some reason I didn't. All of it didn't click into place until now.
That…that isn't me!
That isn't my face!
What is going on, why am I wearing someone else's face?!
Looking back at me was the face of a 7-8 year old boy of Asian-American mixed origins, with shoulder length black hair and green eyes.
I reached out and touched my face, seeing my reflection doing the same.
It didn't feel like a mask, it felt like a real face. My real face, I could feel my fingers where they were touching my face.
That is when I remembered what had happened…I was in an accident.
Bright lights, screeching tires, pain…the taste of blood in my mouth, the feeling of floating away and then nothing but darkness.
That's right, I got hit by a car on my way to school.
"I…I died," I whispered in shock, afraid that saying it out loud would make it real. Make all of this real.
Lowering my hand from my face, I looked down at hands that I didn't recognize.
Hands belonging to a stranger.
"…but why wasn't I dead? And who's body is this?" I muttered, my mind all over the place, none of this made any sense, you don't just wake up from death in another body.
Did you?
Shouldn't I be in Heaven or Hell right now, partying it up with Angels or getting tortured by Demons?
Or if I was reincarnated, shouldn't I be a baby without any memories of my past live?
What the hell was going on?!
"Ugh!" I grunted, holding my head.
My head hurt!
It felt like someone was stabbing my brain with an ice pick.
Even getting hit by a car hadn't hurt this much, at least that had been over rather quickly.
I curled up in a fetal position holding my head, trying to keep from crying like a little baby and praying for this to be over quick, one way or another even if it meant dying again.
Suddenly 8 years of memories of a life I have never lived got shoved into my head.
Waves after waves of memories flooded my mind, I could recall events that I haven't experienced and yet had, names, people and even a language that I shouldn't know but I now somehow did.
I woke up from the state I was in with a gasp, feeling like I was two different people.
My head finally stopped feeling like it was about to explode, leaving only a nasty headache behind.
I tried making sense of the new memories by arranging them in order, leaving me with 2 sets of memories of my childhood.
A happy one where I grew up with my mom and dad in America. And one as Alexander a 8 year orphan living in Macau. His father was a American businessman that didn't know he existed and his mother was a Chinese prostitute, 3 years ago his mother was killed by one of her customers, a gang member that was never caught.
With nowhere to go he ended up on the streets at the age of 5 as one of the many street rats in Macau, the city of greed, lust and gluttony.
He kept himself fed by stealing food, pickpocketing tourist and doing odd jobs for what I now know were drug dealers using him as a drug mule.
And now I was him.
To cut a long story short, I have been reborn in the body of Alexander.
How did this happen?
Did Alexander die leaving me to take over his body after his death, did I kill him while taking over his body or did we merge somehow when he was dying?
The last thing Alexander remembered was stealing food from one of the food stalls and running away, turns out that he was too slow this time, he got caught and given a beating by the stall owner, who ended up breaking his arm and hitting him on the back of the head, making him fall unconscious…or dying seeing as he wasn't here anymore.
Bastard killed a child over a meat bun!
The realization hits me that I have been given a second chance, either by God, The Universe or whatever had the power to do so, and I was going to live this second life of mine without regret!
I leaned against the alley wall and considered my situation, I died, took over the body of an orphan with no money, sticky fingers and a broken arm. Not having searched the entirety of Alexander's memories, I don't even know if this was my earth or just one similar to it.
Not the best of starts…but I was alive and that is all that mattered!
Chapter 2
My first objective is to find food.
"Grooowl!" I bend over and place my good arm around my stomach, even thinking of food made my stomach ache from hunger.
According to Alexander's memories he hadn't eaten for 3 days, which is why he was slow enough to be caught by the stall owner.
Ok…first things first how to get food?
'I could go dumpster diving' I thought.
The thought of dumpster diving immediately brought up a picture in my mind of a dumpster and how dirty they were in this part of the world. I would sooner end up barfing my guts out or get a disease than eat anything nutritious.
Guess that one is out.
Stealing food would be a bad idea in my condition. I had almost no energy left in my body to run away with whatever I stole and if for some miracle I had the energy to do so, running would end up jolting my broken arm leaving me laying paralyzed on the ground from the pain. Waiting for someone to come along and finish the job and kill me properly this time.
That one is out too.
That left buying food, food that cost money, money I don't have, leaving me with only one option, I had to beg for it. I could feel something deep inside me rebel at the mere thought of begging people for money or anything for that matter, but I pushed it down, sometimes you must do what you must to survive.
I looked down at myself, I was wearing rags that were a size or two too big for me especially on my skinny malnutrition frame and shoes that looked like they could fall apart any day now.
Luckily it was the middle of summer because I didn't have a coat, I would need one for when it starts to get cold but hopefully I will be in a warm and cozy house by then.
While thinking, I had wobbled my way out of the alleyway where I woke up, and into the marketplace. It was a marketplace next to one of the many casinos in Macau so there were restaurants, hotels and stalls set up everywhere trying to sell their merchandise to the tourist and regulars coming to gamble.
I went the opposite way from the food stall where Alexander…or rather I, since I was Alexander now, tried to steal the meat bun from, was set up.
It was noon so there were plenty of people out and about, going about their everyday business or taking their lunch breaks.
As I walked past I could see people hold their noses and sneer at me or completely ignore me like I wasn't even there.
It was the first time I felt so humiliated in my life, I almost gave up right there and slunk back into the alley, before remembering my goal, fuck these people I just need enough money to buy something to eat.
When my stomach was full, then and only then could I think about improving my situation.
I walked till I was close to the casino entrance but not close enough that one of the guards standing at the entrance would come and kick my ass for dirtying their casino.
My theory for choosing this place was simple, at this time of day only casual and addicted gamblers that hadn't left visited the casino, the ones I was after were the casual gamblers, they had money to gamble and didn't mind throwing it away at the casino, unlike the addicts that would never think of giving me money they could be gambling with, the casual gamblers wouldn't really care.
Not sure what to do I just sat down and put my left hand in the classic begging position and made sure to showcase my broken arm hoping for some pity.
I would like to tell you that someone immediately came up to me offering to help me and take me to a hospital, or even just give me some money but in reality I sat there for hours before an old woman coming out of the casino took pity on me and gave me 20 yuan.
It may sound like much but it was barely enough money to buy me enough food at one of the stalls to fill my stomach for the day.
It may not have been much but it was enough to complete my goal for the day, I stood up and started walking to one of the food stalls, the fried meat stand in particular, the smell had been assaulting me for the past few hours making me drool from hunger.
And that is when everything went wrong, there were so many things, I could have done better, should have done better.
I should have studied Alexander's memories better, to understand how to live on the streets better, something I had never done.
I should have hidden the money the moment I got it, instead of walking around with it in plain sight.
I should have been more suspicious, more on guard but I wasn't, I was still thinking like an American boy coming from a middle class home.
I should have been thinking like a street rat in the city of Sin. Like I currently was, if I had done so, I wouldn't have been in this situation.
I had almost reached the stall when two hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a side alley, I grunted in pain when the one on my right arm jolted my broken arm.
Turning around I saw 2 men…boys they couldn't be older than 18 standing in front of me.
The one on the left had bleached blonde hair, that really didn't match his skinny average Asian face.
The one on the right had spiky black hair and piercings everywhere from his ears to his lips.
It was the most cliché thing I had seen, it looked like they had jumped right out the dictionary next to the description of delinquents.
The left over spirit of Alexander in me recognized them and he was afraid. He didn't know them by name or anything but he had heard of them and their description, about them beating up street rats, not for their money or anything, but because they liked it.
Of course they also took the money out of spite, after they were done beating the street rats.
The thing is, I wasn't Alexander, I may be inside the body of an 8 year old but my mind was that of 16 year old American and if there is one thing I knew about getting in such situations, it was to scream. No one wanted attention when beating up a child, and that is before the cops get involved.
I opened my mouth to start screaming when I felt something press against my side.
Closing my mouth with a click, I froze before looking down in fear at where the spiky haired one was pressing a switchblade against my lung.
"If you scream it's going to be a very short one with a hole in one of your lungs," he said menacing.
"Give us the money and we won't beat you up," the one with bleached blonde hair said.
I knew he was lying, they didn't do this for the money, they did it because they wanted to beat up kids without consequences.
He reached for the crumpled 20 yuan bill in my white knuckled fist, I didn't want to let go, I really didn't but the feeling of the switchblade pushing deeper in my side convinced me otherwise.
"Please, I haven't eaten in days!" I begged them, praying that they would have a smidgen of humanity left in their bodies.
The one with blonde hair looked at the spiky one, who though about it before nodding, he sighed before stretching his hand out to give me the 20 yuan back.
"Than...thank y… " I started saying reaching for the money, before I found myself on my knees, with tears running down my face, my stomach crying out in agony.
With nothing left in my stomach, I vomited the only content of my stomach on the ground, my stomach acid.
"Did you see his face, he really believed it!" the one with spiky hair said, laughing so hard he almost couldn't talk.
"Look Satchi, he's crying," said the one that hit me, squatting down to look at my face.
Somewhere deep inside me something broke, I had died, only for my second chance to be inside the body of a dying street rat but still I hadn't complained, I had set my pride aside and begged, on an empty stomach, with a broken arm that was a constant burning pain in the back of my mind, for 20 lousy yuan something I used to squander on candy in my previous life only for these 2 motherfuckers that didn't even need it to steal it from me.
Never had I felt so much hatred in my life, and for the first time in both of my lives I wanted…no I needed to kill someone.
"I'm going to kill you!" I promised, glaring at him before lurching forward and head butting him with everything I had left in me, I felt his nose break against my forehead, blood spraying against my face.
"AAAAaaah!" he screamed falling to the ground, holding his nose in pain.
"hahahaha!" I laughed laying on the ground with no energy left in my body to run or move for that matter.
"you little bastard, you're dead!" he screamed standing up, glaring at my laughing form.
Walking up to me, he kicked me hard in my stomach.
I felt one of my ribs shift inwards, with the hit.
It hurt, it hurt like hell but I didn't cry out, the pain was nothing compared to the burning hatred I was feeling in my chest.
So I just kept laughing up at him.
He glared at me even harder this time and went to kick me again, this time I was expecting it and when he made contact with my stomach I took hold of his leg and bit as hard as I could into it.
Stopping him from doing anymore damage to my ribs.
His screams were like music to my ears.
He swung his leg trying to make me let go, Instead of letting go I held on, attempting to bite a piece out of his leg.
I must have looked like a rabid dog to whoever cared to watch, and honestly I don't care, all I cared about was making him pay and suffer as much as I could.
Unfortunately for me, he got smart and started hitting me on the head to make me let go.
I would like to say I held on heroically but the truth was my body was on its last leg, running thought the last dredges of energy it had left.
Blood started flowing into my eyes, my vision started going dark and before I knew it I was on my back, missing two of my teeth.
"I think you killed the little bastard Quan," Satchi said, walking up to me and looking me over.
He looked down at me, "Good riddance!" he said, before spitting on me.
"Lets get out of here, before the cops show up," Quan said, holding his nose and trying not to put pressure on his right leg.
"I…I will kill you…Satchi….Quan!" I grinned with blood flowing from my mouth, looking them both in the eyes one last time even as all I could see was spots of light and darkness encroaching on the edges of my sight.
Unbeknownst to me at the time my normally green eyes started to glow a familiar blood red.
It felt so surreal, getting a second chance in life only to lose it the same day.
My last thoughts before everything went black were thoughts of regret, that I won't be able to kill those two Motherfuckers!
Chapter 3
This time when I woke up, I was standing upright, looking at a red orb. An…orb that looked mighty familiar.
Then it hit me and I could remember my time in the void of darkness again.
That orb had caused me so much grief and pain when I was in the Abyss.
Looking at myself, I saw that I was in a weird body made out of white light.
'what is going on?'
I was in a complete blank space that seemed to go on forever as far as the eye could see, with the red orb hovering in the center.
'I should touch it' I though, taking a step forward, I took another before I could forcibly stop myself.
'what…no, where did that thought come from, the last time I touched that orb, it hurt like hell!"
What the fuck is happening, I took a better look around, trying to find an exit that I may have missed on my first overlook, to get the fuck away from the orb of doom.
'I should still…No!'
Nope! Nu-uh lesson learned, I'm not touching it!
But as the seconds ticked away without finding an exit, the urge to touch the orb became stronger and stronger until resisting the urge started to become painful.
'Son of a bitch!'
I had two choices, touch the orb and feel pain or keep resisting and feel pain.
A fucked if you do, fucked if you don't scenario.
You are fucked either way.
The real question is which is worse, a horrible but relatively quick pain that will be over when I lose consciousness or a continuous mild pain that will grow worse till I cave and give in?
It was obvious which I preferred.
Might as well choose to touch the damn orb and get this over with, maybe I will get lucky and get reborn as a teenager this time or at least with a good family, if that is what the orb does.
I walked up to the orb, then around it, hoping that there was something hiding behind that was the cause of the urge, but no such luck.
Taking a deep breath, something that was more symbolic than needed with this weird body I was in, I reached out and touched the orb and…nothing?
Opening my eyes, that I had instinctively closed awaiting the pain, I looked around, waiting for something to happen.
The orb had not exploded in action and surrounded me like last time, looking at my hand I saw that it was slowly oozing into me from where I was touching it.
Getting smaller and smaller before there was nothing left of the previously watermelon-sized orb.
Huh, strange.
Oh well, I suppose I should just be glad it didn't hurt this time.
Now, how do I get out of here?
"Ba-dum, Ba-dum!"
My head started hurting and abruptly information started streaming into my mind.
Warlock.
I was a Warlock, someone that deals in souls.
Souls were the metaphysical selves of sapient beings, every sapient creature had one and it was the source of our creativity, emotion and desire, it's what is animating our bodies and makes us who we are.
And I as a Warlock could bargain for those souls and use them for my own purposes, for you see souls are power plants that generate soul energy. Forever.
And Warlocks could use that energy to use Magic or better said to warp reality, want to fly and soar through the skies? with soul energy you can, want to blow up a planet? with enough soul energy it's possible with a snap of your fingers.
I felt a sinister smile grow on my face when this information sank in.
Payback!
But first I need to get out of here and back into my half dead body, according to the information the orb had given me I was currently in my Mindscape where all my souls would collect and I was currently in my soul form, normally the soul was in the form of an ball but it could also transform in the form of the sapient being it belonged to when in use.
What was important was that leaving here was easy, all I had to do was imagine myself back in my body.
Closing my eyes, something that was again more symbolic than needed seeing as my soul form didn't actually have eyes, I imagined myself back in my body.
…And promptly wished that I hadn't, everything hurt!
There wasn't a piece of my body that didn't hurt.
Concentrating, I tried accessing my Mindscape, which came surprisingly easy, I looked at the white ball in the middle that represents my soul and touched it with my metaphysical fingers, all at once my body was filled with my soul energy, driving away all the pain and aches of my body.
"ah…that's better," I sighed in pleasure, sitting up.
Looking up I noted that it was already evening, I must have been out of it for a few hours.
I wasn't really healed, my body was just in euphoria from having soul energy flowing through it, that I couldn't feel the pain, so I had to be careful not to damage my body anymore than it already was without knowing.
I can already hear you thinking, well why don't you heal you body, I though Warlocks could use soul energy to warp reality.
And indeed they…we can but there is this itsy bitsy little rule where Warlocks can only use their own soul energy to conjure contracts and nothing more.
That means, I need someone else's soul and fast before this body gives up on me even with soul energy running through it.
The problem with making someone sign away their souls, is that they have to know what they are signing, they don't have to believe it or anything but they had to have read it, understand it and signed it out of their own free will.
Which meant no invisible ink, no language that they don't understand, and no mind control or any sort of body control.
On the other hand you could threaten, pressure and harm someone till they sign the contract, you could even drug someone as long as they are lucid enough that they can still read and understand what they are signing.
Drugs.
That gives me an idea.
A few months ago Alexander was working as a drug mule for the gang that used to rule this area The Black Tigers, transporting drugs from one place to another but while transporting a box of drugs, The Black Tigers got attacked and butchered by another gang called The Six Dragons who then took over this area, not knowing what to do with the box Alexander had hidden it in his secret spot where he slept.
Why was that important?
Well, The Six Dragons took over all the jobs from the previous gang like collecting protection money from the street rats, which used to be the job of an old man in his 50s by the name of Kurio.
Kurio was a bully, plain and simple. He liked acting tough and beating up those weaker than him, he had even beaten Alexander a time or two.
All the while bowing and kissing up to the bigger fish but more importantly he was an addict, when The Six Dragons took over, he lost his job and thus had no money to buy drugs, last Alexander had seen of him he was going through severe withdrawal from years of drugs abuse.
The perfect Guinea pig.
Standing up, I started walking as fast as I could without doing more damage to myself in the process, which turned out to be a slow shuffle, to where Alexander used to sleep, a cellar/bomb shelter of an abandoned house on the outer layer of the district.
It took me almost an hour to travel to somewhere that normally took 20 minutes.
Making sure that no one was looking at me, I sneaked to the back of the house and to the backyard, the reason that no one had found the cellar yet was because it was really old and covered in decades of grass, moss and vines.
Alexander found it on accident while hiding from some other street rats that wanted his food.
Looking around one last time, I opened the cellar door that was almost inseparable from the surrounding ground, and went in.
The cellar wasn't much to look at, one single room with empty shelves and a blanket in the corner, where I slept, with the box I'm here for lying next to it.
Looking at the raggedy blanket in the corner, that looked like the most comfy bed to me at this moment, I almost said fuck it and gave up for the day and go to sleep.
The only thing stopping me was that I'm afraid that if I go to sleep now, I won't wake up the next day or any day for that matter.
Shaking my head to dislodge those dreary thoughts, I opened the box and checked inside.
There where 10 little baggies of what looks like cocaine to my untrained eyes.
10 bags is more than I expected, after this I need to find some more addicts.
I took one of the baggies and put it in my pocket before leaving, giving the blanket one last longing look.
Weekly Power Status
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