Dreamscape, Unknown
In a snow-white empty space, a modern house is seen in the middle of the space, with a person inside.
The person appears to be a shirtless old man that aged like fine wine, with an Japanese and American mixture, with long white hair, weathered skin, a scar over his left eye, one diamond earring, a large dragon tattoo acros his back, and still have a lean muscler body, even in his age.
Despite his age, you could still see traces of his once youthfulness on his face and body, yet there is a glint in his eyes, a type of glint that has been enlightened but is also threatening.
The man is smoking weed, and drinking. Watching what can only be described as his memories.
"Whoever said, "Life flashes before your eyes, like a camera before you die." Was lieing their ass off, would have cut them on the spot." The man's voice came out of his throat, in a jokey tone, gravelly with a hint of his age.
The man continued to watch his memories, drinking and smoking, until his memories showed him tanking a rocket luncher point blank, being a little injured.
"Hmm, I wonder? What are they going to do with my body once I'm died? Will they bury it?, cremate it? Or use this chance to find out why I'm so strong and durable?"
New Orleans, Time 12:00pm
In an brightly lit hospital room, laid a old man, wearing a hospital gown, in tranquil sleep, watching his memories go by, everything is fine, until the lights in his room starts flickering.
The room fills with a dark grey haze, that envelopes the room, stopping all electric signals that is coming towards the room.
A being rises up from the ground, enveloped in that same haze in the room, near the old man's bed.
As the being gradually rises from the ground, the haze that covers them, start disappearing until the being is standing at their full height.
The being, well over six feet, is draped in a black robe that coveres every part of it's body, expect for it's skeletal hands, which holds a scythe, and face.
The being reaches one of it's hands over the old man, softly enveloping him in a pale, almost illusory energy.
A clock, in a unimaginable place then struck, as a ruinous storm, as black as oil, as evil as malevolenice itself, striking lightning down, as thick as a car, with improbable scale, rolled over New Orleans, roaring ungodly, darting towards the hospital.
The being, sensing something rapidly approaching, rapidly increased the speed at which they pour the energy into the man.
The man's face changed instantly, his once peaceful embrace, now seemed more like an agonizing revival, as the man, even in his unconscious state, still felt his entire being, shattering and rebuilding itself.
Dreamscape, Unknown
As the old man was enjoying his drink, he suddenly felt a sharp, excruciating pain, he felt as if his entire being was being poked by tens of millions of paralysing neurotoxin.
He dropped to his knees, dropping the drink in his hands to the floor, shattering it. He grasp his chest, feeling his heart slowly starting to stop throbbing. He also swore that he could hear his heart in his head too.
"AGHAAAAAAAAAHH!!! THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING OUT THERE!?! AGGGAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
Even though, the man was used to pain, he had never felt his being shattering, into countless little pieces that can't be put back together.
The paralyzing pain was so insane that the man knew that if he lost consciousness now, then death would surely be knocking on his door.
"I-gasp mu-gasp-st hol-gasp-d."
New Orleans, Time 12:04pm
As the being pours the energy into the man, the, already filled room, gets filled up with an eerie, unearthly tension. Like an monstrosity made from the countless malevolenices, birthed inside the hearts of humans, will manifest, killing countlessly.
As the being neared completion, the storm tore through the wall of the hospital room, engulfing the room in the storm, the storm roared in a ungodly, almost unholy way, and attacks the being, by sending countless building size lightning bolts at the being, flying at the speed of sound.
The being recognizing who this was sighed in anger.
The being quickly stopped giving the man the energy, which gave him a tranquil face again, and quickly makes a barrier around thim, that'll take countless strikes to destroy, so that the man doesn't die from this.
The being teleports away from the lightning, yet the lightning seemed to have homing capabilities and kept on locking onto the bein, trying to strike it.
The being teleported behind the storm and struck it with a dark type of energy, yet it didn't injured the storm. The being was surprised but quickly covered it up.
The storm sensing the being's surprise, put on a smug smile, taunting the being.
The being didn't let the taunting get to his head and started attacking again.
The two went back and forth with neither side getting the upper hand, the being jumped back from the still sumg storm, seemly thinking.
The being gets an idea and starts burning his life force to get a powerful boost to kill the storm once and for all, yet before he could strike, a golden light shined down upon the both of them.
The storm was frighten and shocked, before anything could happen to it, it was already gone.
The being wasn't all that better either, as the golden light was melting the being, it could only look at the man under it barrier, before it teleported away.
Sensing the disappearance of the two, the golden light repaired the room and started disappearing, yet before it could fully disappear, a hand appeared from the man's body and took some of the light, and pulled it into the body, absorbing it.
The man's body brightly shone, like the sun was rising from his room, then the light gradually got weaker until all the light was fully absorbed into the man.
Dreamscape, Unknown
After what seemed like an eternity, the excruciating ever-lasting pain seemly stopped, the man tried to stand up but failed.
"Oof. Ain't that great, can't walk, but what the fuck did they do to me?"
The old man, now free from the paralyzing pain, used his will to force himself awake.
New Orleans, Time 1:55
The man, gradually opened his eyes, and sat up, he looked around and he noticed that his senses were enhanced even more than usual
"What the fuck did they do?." The man whispered under his breath, curious about this change.
The man, using his enhanced senses, found a trace of some energy in the air. Being vigilant, he carefully traced this energy to him.
"Did the government find my secret hospital, infiltrated it, and put this energy in me? Or was it an supernatural entity?"
After contemplating for a while, the man came up with an idea.
"Why not touch it? I'm about to die from my many hidden injuries and old age, what's the worst that could happen?"
He carefully touched the energy, but he didn't feel nothing life-changing happening in his body.
"Oh." The man, hoping for some type of strength boost from the energy was disappointed but that quickly went away.
He soon got off of his bed, and he felt the changes in more depth, he felt his control over his body skyrocketed, his body strengthend his strength doubled, his bones denser, and his organs, along with his brain, strengthend.
"Hmmm, this strength brings me back to my old days, it's been awhile since I felt this strong." The man, looked at both of his arms, then closed one of his hands tightly, but he soon shook the feeling off.
"Even though I have my old strength back, it doesn't change the fact that I'm old and may die soon, either from age or my injuries, so why not find whoever, or the thing, it was who did this, and ask them a few questions." The man said, slowly starting to smile.
"Now that'll be my life's finale, one big great world tour, trying to find the person, or thing who did this, just thinking about it gets me excited." The man, now in a full blow smile, said.
"One last blaze of glory." The man gradually calmed down , but he still had a huge grin on his face, as he began to walk out of the room.
But before the man could walk out of the room, he looked down at himself, then looked around the room again, spoting a a cabinet in the corner of the room, he walked over to it and opened it.
It contained a black turtleneck with white pants that has a brown belt, and a black overcoat, hanging on a hanger, there was also a small sliver chain on the turtlneck and a brown watch, near the pants.
"Now this is more of my style, thank you random assistant." The man smirked, and tore the gown off, putting on the outfit carefully, so as not to rip it accidentally.
The man adjusted the watch on his wrist, then walked out of the room, towards the entrance of the 'hosptial'
But what the man didn't know was that countless eyes, unnoticed by his senses, where already watching his every move.
-END OF CHAPTER-