Chapter 418: Gray [#1]
'...this is different.' Feeling his body softly float, he looked around- there was no black and no white. Only him, and his thoughts. 'Tinky would be here by now, taunting me... That bastard, literally.' Rolling his non-existent eyes, he felt his awareness spread out around him in search of anything- This isn't the first time he has done this, as he has been under the presence of the Lords in Black for more than 10,000 years- or maybe even more! Tinky loved to mess with his sense of time, so he might have spent 1 minute with them, or more than a million years, who knows? He certainly doesn't. '...Wiggly? Nibbly? Pokey? Hello?' He could not feel the presence of those bastards... Well, not exactly, seeing as they were always everywhere.
In a metaphysical way, he could feel them, but they were rather far away.
'This is new-'
Immediately, he felt a pull. A familiar pull of his "curse" that placed on him by the sadistic Wiggog Y'rath that was enjoyed by all the other Lords in Blacks. His soul was dragged across the endless emptiness, and soon, he found himself in another body. Immediately, he adapted to the situation that was happening to him- Manely, the fact that he was in a wheelchair, he had no legs, and he was in a classroom? He felt eyes on him, and immediately he raised his head to see every single person in the classroom looking at him with mocking, worried, or simply curious eyes. In the front of the classroom, the short haired woman with tainted glasses looked annoyed at him, he immediately sensed the negative emotions flowing from her head in this aura of red, gray, and a little light blue- Anger, Annoyance, and Sadness, but bot enough sadness to be a concern or something serious. She tapped the board by her side, everyone around had their books open, but him... He had his phone in hand, and he was looking at the image of a bunch of naked men... 'Nice.'
"-Mr. Flictio, is my class is so boring to you? You must have seen this all already then, coming from Clivesdale High, where their education is clearly superior-" Her condescending look and voice made him lift his eyebrows, but then he remembered that all people from Hatchetfield have something against Clivesdale for some reason, even though the feeling is not reciprocated at all. 'So, this body comes from Clivesdale, huh?' Not bad, actually, but he really doesn't give a fuck where the bodies he gets comes from- He has been a death row inmate, a deadly killer, a child, a pregnant woman, a guy that was paralyzed from the neck down and slowly being eaten alive by cockroaches and rats, and many more... But they all had one thing in common: They all had The Gift.
Well, it's not really that hard to get The Gift, you just need to make a connection to the Primordial Soup that is the Black And White and let your soul be filled with that Primordial Soup- which is really deadly to humans, actually. Human souls are very fragile and shatter easily, and human mind can be easily broken and driven to insanity under a few pushes. After his extended period within the Black and White, and his constant ressurections and torturous adventures under the touch of the Lords in Black, his soul was way above any soul of any normal human, which was why he always had the same Gifts... Well, he could replicate the majority of Gifts he has had in his many lives, from Telepathy, Telekinesis, Pyrokinesis, Hydrokinesis, and many others.
"-Mr. Lucian Adrian Flictio, are you ignoring me-"
"Listen, teach, I literally just got bad news." He looked at her, putting his advanced acting skills to good use: "I need some time- Please, I am going to hyperventilate if I don't leave this classroom." The woman's face went from livid to confused to worried in three seconds, which was enough time for him to twist the ever presence energy within his soul, twisting it into a small knot before he snapped it at his phone, making the screen lit up- and so did everyone's phones, at the same time, an "emergency message" for everyone in Hatchetfield sent from the "goverment" that there was a tornado incoming! 'Welp, too easy.' No, he did not cause an entire tornado to suddenly form, but controlling technology was as easy as breathing to him after lifetimes of training... Hell, he has even been able to explode an T.I.T.A.N back in 3026 after he spent three years under continuous torture to be used as fuel for the thing! The level of technology here was not as backwards as he thought, but compared to the many technologies he has seen in the future, it pales and lacks a lot of very useful things. Sending an emergency signal to every in Hatchetfield was a play, mainly a "false alarm" from the government's side, the ones they'd blame once the lie's outta the bag.
"Holy shi-"
"-oh fuck-"
"A tornado!?"
"Children, please calm down-" The teacher immediately tried to calm down all the teens, but she failed miserably as everyone simply got their bags and got up. "-children- okay, CALM THE FUCK DOWN, NOBODY'S DYING YET!" Screaming at the top of her lungs, the woman smiled softly as everyone stopped moving under he commanding shout- Lucian felt a small, a sliver truly, of energy brushing against his body... This teacher has a small gift, huh? "In an orderly manner, we will leave the classroom immediately. I do not want anyone to get hurt right now, so make way to not push each other, because if someone is left behind... I'll drag them." With her threat and supportive power, everyone followed her words. Lucian put his phone beneath his thighs, placed his open bag on his lap and started to put his things inside his bag. He started to wheel out of the classroom when the teacher came from behind him and helped him, pushing his wheelchair. "Let me help you, dear- let's hurry, okay?"
Meanwhile, Lucian was wincing internally- He wanted legs back. Thankfully, through his many (MANY) lives, he has been a bunch of different people. He has been a cop, a robber, a medic, a researcher, a scientist, a tooth fairy, a prostitute, an actress, an astronaut, and many other things. He has knowledge of a bunch of lifetimes, and one of the things he is very good at using gifts, magic, science, and even a combination of them. 'I'm gonna make myself legs... Maybe a big wheelchair too, never sure what kind of end of the world scenario I'm gonna go through, so preparing a few things can be useful.' He has plans for making armors, vehicles, bunkers, spaceships, and even a time machine to go back in time if necessary!
'...Just need to figure out who's going to herald this end of the world...' Pokey? Nibbly? Wiggly? Nibbly? Or Tinky? No matter who, it's gonna suck!
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Getting home was rather easy. A frantic old woman came driving this big red truck to get him, and they immediately went home- She was this body's grandmother! Her name was Lucianna Adienn Flictio, apparently his family has some Italian roots it seems! "This is such a fucking disaster- We didn't even know that tornadoes happened in Michigan-" The old woman had a panicked expression on her soft face, her pale blue reflected fears that Lucian was rather familiar with and a small cloud of black hanged over her head, as he could feel and see her fear manifest to his very eyes. "I don't think they happen, Nonna-" He lifted his phone, showing the old woman the new message that appeared, it read in bright letters [False Alarm: A False Alarm message was sent to all habitants of Hatchetfield-] the message went on to explain that the message sent was a mistake done by the system and that there were no tornadoes coming to Michigan or Hatchetfield, but because classes were already canceled for the day, nobody had to go back to school- which was awesome for everyone that didn't have to go to school today.
"Oh thank God-" The old lady sighed heavily, her glasses slipping lower down her nose before she pushed them back up. Her gray-white hair seemed to almost get back together as she felt relieved, but that was just another aspect of his imagination- He could interpret the world in a different way thanks to him spending so much time surrounded and being tortured by eldritch beings... He remembers he was put in this eternal loop where he went from world to world, place to place, dimension to dimension, and had to watch and struggle as the Lords in Black destroyed his new home, only to rise and repeat... Then, after they finished destroying his new dimension, he was put in this weird maze. The Bastard's Box, T'noy Karaxis' little toy box, was his home for the "interlude" time in which he spent waiting for the Lords in Black to find a new place for him to go to. Thanks to that, he can safely say and confirm, he is insane by the very same definition of the word. "-...So, how about we make some Ciabatta?"
"Sure."
Getting food was quick and easy, soon they were home- His home was the traditional american home with a white picket fence and the rotten smell of death. 'Huh, somebody was killed in the house?' Lucian softly sniffed the air, he could tell that someone probably died in the property... Oh well, it's not like they're here anymore. They also had a basement, which made it easier for him to make his own experiments such as Biological Weapons and his Technology Advancement Research, because he needs to know if those assholes are fucking up with the laws of physics here because they're sadistic little shits. "Grandma, I'll be in my room, working on some school projects." She shouted back an "Take care, dear" as he pushed his way up the stairs. Now, he is a wheelchair user, so his home was adapted to his need to have ramps and elevators alike. However, because in one of the words he was taken to where he was also a wheelchair user, he kinda died because those elevators that get attached to the wheelchair and takes you upstairs was too slow and he got eaten alive- He fucking hates Nibblenephim.
So, he had to learn how to go upstairs quickly as a wheelchair user, and what best way other than to control it with his Gifts? With a mental tug, the chair floated softly before he guided it upstairs, making sure to be as silent as he could because there were only him and his grandmother in this home. His room was a basic teenager room, he has been to many types of different rooms in his life, and this one was relatively tame... He looked through Lucian's things, reading his books and even found his sketch books and by god there were a lot of gay men in those pages! "Wow, these are spicy..." I mean, when you're a disabled gay teenager, there's not really a lot of places you can redirect your horniness and hormones towards... Teens are cruel, and although Lucian has no memories of his original body's owner (Why would he? That would make his life easier, and we don't want that, do we?) he could tell that the boy was clearly insecure about his social standing and his attractiveness to other boys and men... I mean, finding Lucian- his birthday was easy, and so was to find his birth date too. "August 23rd, 2002? Today's... Huh, August 20th, 2021. So I'm 19, almost 20... So Lucian must've been held back in school for some reason." Thinking about it... He looked down at his legs- or the lack of them, and nodded.
'An accident happened, Lucian lost his legs, probably lost his parents in the same incident which is why he lives with his grandmother... Lucian's a Senior, recently transferred to Hatchetfield High...' He looked around the room, he easily touched the items and started to use his Gift to imitate the Gift of Psychometry. Psychometry is the pyschic ability to see memories and the past through items by touching them, you can only see memories associated with the item you're touching and depending on your power and ability, you learn more, but the standard amount of information that can be gripped by this ability varies a lot depending on the experience of the user, the mental energy used, and the sheer strength of the soul of the person- And Lucian? Well, he had all the experience, he had the energy, he had the strong soul, he had the power. He immediately felt a flood of information flow through his mind as images and knowledge entered his mind.
On the road he and his parents- very religious parents- were having a heavy discussion about him and what they thought was "sinful" and "disgusting"... when, suddenly, a car stops. And then Flash, Bang, Crash. The car lopsided, rolled down the hill, and he felt pain as the metal crushed his legs, the blood of his parents pains his face, and the screams echo out... It was snowy, it was foggy, and the road had kinda frozen over due to the temperature, and the fact that they lived on an island made the winters rather humid with a lot of frozen roads.
He gets a flash of a hospital. Waking up, looking down, and having a panic attack. Pain, regular and phantom pain, became his true and only friends... He was truly, desperately, and utterly alone in this world, and it was all his fault and fault of his disgusting choceis-
He gets a flash of guilt whenever he drew a man, he gets a flash of guilt whenever he rubs one out for a man, he gets a flash of extreme guilt whenever Lucian thought of suicide but remembered the old lady that would be left alone...
And he comes back to himself. "Huh... This kid had issues." He groans, a small headache in his head- Just because his soul is really used to using all Magic and Gifts he wants, his body isn't actually used to it. He needs training, training and time for his body to get used to it and allow him to use his power freely and without restrictions. "For now, though, Imma just... Build shit." Easily enough, Lucian gathered scraps from all around the room and started to tinker with them- Dexterity and muscle memory to have the necessary hold of the tools needed to be built up for his future life saving shit, so while he was screwing and unscrewing a single screw with his left hand, he was spinning a pen with his right one, pushing his brain and body to the limit in wways normal humans just... weren't able to do. He cracked and popped his fingers out of their sockets just to push them again inside, then repeated the processes for a while, but the ability to simply pop them out will take a while to develop!
In about a day, he was able to build one of his favorite little toys- a "Turn-It-Off" Control, which was basically a small tv remote that had only one function: turn things off. It was a small but powerful EMP blast that was directional to the infrared light that guided the tv remote, turning off whatever it was pointing at. It could turn things off until they were turned on again, or they could temporarily disable or outright destroy machinery that rely on the electromagnetic spectrum in any way. From GPS to even a fucking Compass! He took it to school, mostly because it was a fucking easy thing for him to make and it also had a small Auto-Destruct function that made a small explosion... Just a little one though.
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What he did not expect, however, was to go back to school the very next day and suddenly meet and be attacked by the very famous Max Jägerman... Well, he was able to easily find out how to better avoid him and not have direct conflict with him, mostly because he didn't want to kill a kid with severe daddy issues that hated himself so much that he needed to make others suffer instead of trying to process his emotions in a more healthy coping mechanism... Well, Lucian has had various suicidal thoughts, so who is he to judge?
It happened when he got to the bathroom. The school had- miraculously -a handicapped person bathroom! Nobody really used it, but Lucian needed to piss (What? He's human too! Partially human, okay?) so he went there and held onto the bars on the wall to hoist himself up (and with the help of his Gift of Telekinesis, of course) he was able to take a piss... And that was when he heard the door to the bathroom opening and the cursing of "shit, fuck" being followed by the clicking of a lighter and the scent of smoke. Lucian didn't particularly care, so he strolled out of the stall and looked to the side to see this tall boy wearing this dark blue jacket that Lucian easily recognized as the jacket all players for the Hatchetfield Nighthawks wear... He recognized this guy, mostly because he has seen him some other times in many other world, and in many worlds his name is very similar.
"Huh? What you want, freak?" The immediate response from the personification of the cliche jock archetype was to of course insult him. Lucian wanted to roll his eyes, but instantly the guy approached him in a rather aggressive stepping. Lucian was ready to defend himself, but the Max kid touched his shoulder and let smoke out of his mouth into his face-
He got flashes of pain. Anger. Sadness. A hand slaps him across the face, a heavy voice screamed at him words like "Useless", "Faggot", "Monster", and other words that deeply hurt his heart. He saw those happy smiles of other children, and an anger burned inside his heart- He puched them, and that made him feel good. He kicked them, and that made him forget how much he hated himself, he fucking destroyed and humiliated as many people as he could, and he even entered the football team under his father's orders and he was even happy with him because of it, he felt their fear and that made him feel fucking amazing... He was their GOD! So... why does he feel so fucking bad all the tim-
-immediately, he blinked. The visions faded away and he did feel a little bit of pity for the boy... Look, Lucian is not a good guy, but he also isn't a bad guy. He's not gonna go out of his way to punch you in the face, but he's also not gonna go out of his way to make you feel good. 'But he's right in front of me.' Lucian wasn't a good person, but he still had a soft spot for stupid kids who fuck up- because he was the same... Or he thinks he was, because the few memories he has of his life before the Lords in Black, he is pretty sure he was a bully too? He doesn't really remember, but he has the memory of beating the shit out of a nerdy kid. "...here." Lucian lifted the Turn-It-Off Remote to the guy- Apparently his name was Maxwell Jägerman -and smiled: "...For you." Now, before you ask, Lucian doesn't care. He can make more, he has the material of making more, and these things can't do a lot of damage but can be very useful in the hands of people who need to turn things off to do weird shit. "...I made it."
"...You made it?" In a moment, Max went from his usual aggressiveness to a stunned confusion: "Uuh..." He picked up the tv remote, wondering if this was some sort of joke? "Thanks...?" Well, nobody ever really did something for him like this- Well, he has had birthdays when he was younger, but as he grew older, he didn't have many more. "What is this shit?"
"Turn-It-Off Remote. Point to something electronic, press the red button, and it'll turn it off." Lucian pointed up to the ceiling, where a lamp flickered: "Lamps. Tvs. Cameras. And anything eletronic, for some time... You can have it." Shrugging, Lucian started to wash his hands without looking back at Max while he kept focused on making sure there were no shitty thing in the water- He still remembers a timeline and world where Pokey put all his weird blue ehit in the ocean and had everyone turn into his Hive.
Meanwhile, Max, who had his shining eyes locked into the remote in his hands, felt three things- First thing: Holy shit, a remote that can turn off things? That's perfect for crimes! Second thing: Does this really work? What the fuck? I need to test this shit! And third: ...why did this weird crippled guy gave him a remote that can- supposedly -turn anything off? Does he want something from him- I mean, he appreciates it, like, a lot... This is the nicest thing someone has ever done to him. Nobody has ever MADE something for him, and the feeling of getting a gift made for you is weirdly warm, even though he doesn't even know the guy...
Also, today's kinda his birthday... Well, it was one week away, which means its been 6 days since his birthday, which means its been 5 days since his birthday, which means its been 4 days since his birthday, which means its been 3 days since his birthday, which means its been 2 days since his birthday, which means his birthday was yesterday!
He looked down at the wheelchair kid and... well, this guy's not that bad... He's alright, I mean, he's not gonna mess with him.
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