"...urgh…what?" I try to stand up, but feel a sharp pain near my abdomen "huh?" there's blood on me… it still seems fresh, or maybe it's the rain that's giving the illusion of freshness. I'm not quite sure, but what I AM sure of is that I was supposed to be dead. Yet here I am standing. Well I'm actually sitting right now but the point still stan- I mean sits!
Soon after waking up from my little mud nap I was assaulted with what could be described as a migraine. I've never actually experienced a migraine but there was no way in hell this was a regular ol' headache "arghh my eyeballs what the hell?!". I fell into a fetal position once again holding my throbbing head. It felt like my eyes were being pulled deep into my skull. It also didn't help that most of my vision was now clouded with 'black-like dots'.
Following the pulling sensation my body began to 'spin' or maybe it was the world around me that was spinning and I was currently 'still'. I was never good with these sorta things since I would begin to lose my sense of balance rather quickly. So I was hoping that my body would remain planted to the asphalt and wouldn't magically float away
As I tried to make sense of what was happening to my body; I began to be force fed memories of "me" or rather memories of both of "me". I had died twice over. Once in my previous life by natural causes but at a young age, and today from a mugging gone wrong.
It seems that I was on my way home from my walk and some guy saw me as an easy target. "This version of me was a fighter huh? I wonder if their son dying is my parent's canon event? Maybe they turn into masked vigilantes in order to find their son's killer? Hmm food for thought i guess. But that little exposition left me with more questions than answers as to my current situation.
"Who exactly am i?"
From my understanding reincarnation or whatever it is that happened to me usually revolves around the soul being moved from one host to another. However, from what I just went through, the soul from my old life was transferred over to this version of "me"? Then does that mean that nothing changed? I mean yeah i moved over to this body but from what i know we virtually lived the same lifes, the same parents, same experiences. Almost everything about us was identical, Yet this wasn't my body
"I'll just think about it later, if i'm lucky i'll forget about it in a week tops". With a tired sigh I finally stood up and stretched my aching body. Thankfully, I was wearing a black shirt so my blood didn't look evident. "This definitely won't be easy to hide though" I lift my shirt up and notice a gnashing, pulsing, red slit seemingly 3-4 inches wide, and about a centimeter deep across the left side of my stomach. "Bastard got me good damn", i couldn't really get a good look at my killer but it doesn't matter now. Maybe the guy will pull a Joe Chill and kill himself in the future after letting the guilt of killing me get to him lol
I'm getting sidetracked. Right let's get this sorted, my name is Alex Slaughter. Only son to Matthew Slaughter and Jenny Slaughter. I was born May 11, 1997 in a place called Central city, Missouri. I know, how original, and in case you're wondering, yes it's THAT Central city, home to 'The Flash' Barry Allen. It seems I'm in DC…good lord I'm in DC. I'm dead, no? I mean from my memories this cat has no bag of tricks! No cool unearthed superpowers, no lame ass system that will eventually turn sentient and later become another love interest to the super overpowered MC and his harem of brain dead sex dolls! Nothing! Nada! Zilch! I'm practically a bum in a world of supernaturals, sigh how cruel!
"I guess I should get myself situated huh?" I finally decide to take my first baby steps in this world and walk out of my grave and into the open road, well it's really a neighborhood but you get the point. "Any street signs? Ah! Okay…Park row?" hm? Isn't this where Batman's parents died?... Did I get laid out the same way they did? I have to do this for the one time or for science or whatever. I walk back into the alleyway and lay down the same way Thomas and Martha Wayne did in the comics "Bruce..." i say in a raspy voice, and stretch out my shaking hand to caress a face that isn't there "You're on your own now kid bleugh" I lower my hand and close my eyes far longer than i'd like to admit. I open them again and walk out the alley for a second time. "Damn I feel bad, I'll be sure to apologize to Batman once I see him".
Right this version of "me" currently lives at some place called 'Murcielago walls' it's in a more lowkey area of the city. Surprisingly enough the crime rate there is lower than the city standard which is a comically large number of 15,647.12 per 100,000. Although most of it could be traced back to the high profile villains that call this place their home. That and taking into the fact that a good chunk of the GCPD is corrupt so they might be manipulating numbers to still make the city look attractive to future buyers/investors. The numbers might be worse than they currently appear as.
I look up at the dark somewhat cloudy sky. Right now it's raining, a pretty good environment to die in I guess. I finally get moving home, not really paying attention to my surroundings, although maybe I should've gotten familiar with the city as I walked.
I finally arrive at the front entrance to the apartment building, and with the distant rumbling of thunder and loud cracks of rain I enter the building.