1: 37 P.m. Bayville, Massachusetts
Kraka-Thooom!
A bolt of lightning cracks the sky as if some great war was raging above the heavens far out of sight.
The rain.
It's gentle patter accompanies the fierce booms of thunder. Quiet. Calm. A soothing lullaby of nature, the clouds tears have become a blanket for the streets, the buildings, everything. In these chaotic times a usually noisy city is hushed beneath the showers, All seems peaceful for the moment until...
Deep, deep in the middle of this silent city in an ally no different than any of the hundreds of others behind a long forgotten building that was once a unsuccessful bowling alley a small puddle insignificant puddle is forming. A small unnoticeable puddle...insignificant. A small collection of water in a crack in the ground nothing more.
But life is gathering here. No one can be seen but a presence can be felt in the small insignificant puddle. With every drip and every drop a being is becoming whole again. First a slight bubble appears, then another as if something were breathing under the surface of this once insignificant puddle. More bubbles reach the surface as if the water were now boiling. The rain and the lightning watch on as the only witnesses to this strange turn of events. The water begins to rises and form shape at first only a formless blob transforms into what seems to be a human hand. Fingers, knuckles, palm and all!
A living creature is slowly but steadily emerging from this very significant puddle!
I t almost seems as if the puddle were a portal to another world and the creature is traveling though it but no as this creature grows the puddle recedes, the creature and the puddle are one and the same. The rain and lightning watch on. The rain begins to pour harder faster directly on the being trying to coax it not t give up. Just a little further. A head sprouts from the newly developed shoulders of the creature and begins to take shape. Ears to hear the thunderous cheers of the lightning, eyes to see the beautiful rain filled sky and a mouth and nose to finally breath the much needed air again. It had been so long, an eternity. The creature struggled to pull the rest of its newly developed body together. Just. A. Little. Further. First hips, then legs....feet! At last it was whole again!!!!
And he stood.
The thunder cheered a huge thunder roar of praise at finally seeing the creature succeed in its birth or perhaps rebirth. And the rain cried huge sobs of joy, which fell upon the being, drenching its body from head to toe. He looked to the sky as the downpour beat against his giving of the appearance that he was crying. Now was not the time for tears for he was free from his proverbial womb. At last! His mind quickly sharpened as memories came flooding back to him.
The mission.
To his side a few feet away a trashcan sit shining dimly in the moonlight, its only contents an old tattered trenchcoat. He would need a disguise any thing would do if the were to see his uniform they would recognize him. He walked over slowly and claimed the coat as its new owner and slipped it on and over him. Without a single breaking stride he walked out of the alley and onto the glistening streets. He knew exactly were to go although to source of his information escaped his rapidly returning memory he would find more answers once he reached his destination.
Reborn and more determine than ever to reach his goal to control the immense power he hides deep inside of him. Greater than anyone could have foreseen greater than even he knows. Fate has chosen to use these gifts for what purpose...only he can say. There will be obstacle son the way, challenge after challenge. He will endure. Pray for those who wish to stop him. For he will complete his mission, until his body and mind are broken and the strength of his soul was depleted down to the very single last drop.
Hydro is here....
