04/27/16 - 8:40 PM
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN YOUNG JUSTICE
"Realization of Something"
"Failed." A man with glasses and brown hair sighed tiredly. "What should we do with her?"
He stood, facing a large screen with a few blacked out figures. His superiors.
"I suggest we dispose of it." A man said firmly.
"I think not." A female figure argued. "She's useless now and poses no threat. I say leave her be."
"Is that compassion I hear?" The first man asked condescendingly.
"A very tiny fraction. Why go through all that trouble with the authorities? Abducting her will pose questions and searches, two things that we do not need." The female countered.
"If I may," A second man interjected. "I agree. Leave her as she is. A failed project is of no use to us. Professor, you are certain that she is a failure?"
Dr. Desmond nodded. "She shows no sign of gaining any powers. In fact, she is quite the opposite of what was supposed to be there. She is merely a human child and possesses no outstanding abilities. But rest assured, we've collected some data that will ensure the next one will have abilities."
In the end, the girl was spared and she was left alone. A failed project that will have an occasional checkup, out of regulations of course, but also with the possibility that her powers will later develop.
Project Cr:FAIL
March 07, 2009
9:08 PM
"Why did you apologize to a chair?"
"Out of habit I guess." A short girl of 5'2" with long, dark brown hair replied. "Plus, it has feelings too."
"Sure."
"Hey!" The girl yelled a little too loudly. "It's my birthday today! I say what I want and I do what I want."
The girl was eating out with her family for her birthday. They sat in a restaurant at seven on Sunday night to enjoy a buffet as per the girl's request. Currently, she's in line with her younger sister and getting food while their parents stayed at the table.
The night went on as usual. Eating, taking pictures, talking. When nine rolled around, they were done and just waiting for the food to digest.
"So glad that I'm not driving." The girl said, slumped in her seat from eating to much.
"You got that right." Her sister agreed.
When they were finally getting ready to leave, a gun fire was shot. "This is a hold up!"
"Oh c'mon!" The girl moaned with her eyes rolled up.
"Shut up loser." Her sister hissed lowly so as to not draw attention.
"I was!" She hissed back.
"Aye, im lặng." Their mother shushed them as they all sat still, waiting for what the robbers want.
"Worst birthday ever." The girl sighed with her arms crossed.
As the typical scenario, the robbers were dressed up in black with ski masks on demanding that everyone put their valuables in.
Everyone was reluctant to, and when it came to her table, they had all taken out what was valuable. For her, she had to give up her cell phone, diamond studs, miniature silver hoops, and her gold necklace with a small cross pendant.
"Now now, that's no way to treat the birthday girl."
A voice echoed throughout the restaurant. Everyone looked around to try to locate the voice but they didn't see a hint of who it could belong to.
"Don't bother looking."
A second voice taunted, sounding younger than the first.
"Revoc rieht seye!"
The first voice said with a commanding voice.
The ski masks of the robbers pulled up and folded around their eyes so that they were blindfolded.
"Nrut snug ot elbbub snug!"
When a couple of them fired their guns helplessly and aimlessly, what should've came out were pistols, but instead, harmless bubbles came out. That's right, their real guns had just turned into toy guns.
"Everyone," Two figures appeared out of thing air. The older one dressed like a female magician and the younger one covered by a dark blue cape. "Quickly get out of here!"
"Oh no you don't!" The robber that was close to her table grunted out and tried to reach for anyone. Unfortunately, she had been caught.
"Seriously!" Her sister yelled. "You got caught by a blind man!"
"Sor-ry!" She apologized sarcastically. "I'm a little slow."
"Don't worry, we'll rescue her." The young woman with black hair assured. "We promise. Just get out quickly and make sure that you don't get caught."
"Well my bad!" The girl thought with an eye roll. It wasn't her fault that she was easily caught. . .But thinking about it now, yeah it was.
"Stay safe honey!" Her mother pleaded desperately while her father ushered both her sister and mother out. He gave her a reassuring glance and nodded to the two magicians.
"Unblind me or the girl gets it!" The man raised the gun to her temple.
She gave a confused look as her heart thumped rapidly in her chest. Wasn't all the guns turned into toys already?
The younger girl with dark purple hair rolled her eyes with a scoff. Her eyes turned back towards her as she gave a scrutinizing stare.
"Um..." She wondered why the younger one was staring at her.
"Let's get this over with Zatanna." The blue one sighed before raising a hand towards the ceiling with open palms. "Egnahc sehtolc otni sgnidnib!"
Suddenly, all the men's clothes turned into bindings that wrapped around them like mummies, restricting their movements.
She quickly pulled loose of the man's grip and he fell with a thud while cursing. Her beating heart was pounding in her chest. Even though it looked like she was annoyed, which she was, she was really nervous of what the man could do to her. But luckily for her, the man wasn't smart enough to use a knife since his gun had been turned into a toy. It just goes to show that people in panic do idiotic things.
"Thank you very much Zatanna and. . ." She gave a quick bow as she thanked them.
"Raven." The purple haired girl provided lowly. She was still receiving a calculating gaze that was not understandable. "And you're?"
"Chromera." She answered back a bit nervously.
"Raven." Zatanna placed a hand on her pupil's shoulder. "You may rejoin your family now. And happy birthday."
Chromera smiled, happy and amazed that a hero had just wished her a happy birthday.
"Yeah, happy birthday." Raven said dully.
"Thanks!" Chromera replied. She hurriedly ran out of the door and tried to locate her parents and sister. She heard them yelling and ran towards them.
Back inside, Raven's calculating look continued on.
"What's with the look?"
"Nothing." Raven replied before disappearing back to their house.
Zatanna shook her head. Raven is a very questionable person. The girl kept to herself most of the time and found great interest in reading. She had discovered the young girl one day through a telepathic link around six years ago. Raven was lost and was looking for someone to help her. It was luck really when the two met among other magic users on Earth. Very few, but here and there.
March 08, 2009
Around 2 AM
Chromera looked around her. She stood, no floated, no stood, yeah stood on some sort of invisible ground. "Where am I?"
"You are in my world." A voice resounded.
"Your world?"
"My world." Another voice echoed.
"So, your world."
"My world." Yet another voice echoed.
"How many of you are there?" She asked exasperated since three different voices had talked.
"My world."
"My world." She decided to just let them finish.
"My world."
"My world."
"My world."
"You are in my world."
". . ." She waited but no voice spoke. Wait, how many voices did she hear? Huh, maybe she should've kept count but then again it might not matter if they came from the same place. "Okay, whoever you people are, what do you want with me?"
"Become my host." They all resounded at the same time.
Chromera still didn't understand what the heck they were talking about. It was all so confusing. A host? What did they mean by that?
"Use the power of my light."
Still confused, but she didn't move. She merely stared in front of her which was just blank white space. However, the white space started to change into different colors before all the colors appeared in an aurora borealis way.
"So pretty." Chromera thought. With that last thought, the light flashed into her eyes which made her close them and open them again to see the closet doors in front of her. Her room.
"So it's all a dream?" Chromera whispered to herself. Turning around, she gazed at her digital clock to see that it was only five in the morning. Laying back down, there was another hour before she had to get up. She likes to wake up around an hour before leaving the house so her body has time to awaken itself; plus, she wanted to go on the computer.
However, her headed had landed on something. Sitting back up, she switched on her nightlight which enabled her to see that she had laid down on a circular object. A white ring to be exact. Wondering how it got there, she picked it up and moved it closer to her nightlight which was basically a small light bulb that had changeable shades in the shapes of animals. Tonight, the light bulb was inside a tropical fish.
Anyways, Chromera was feeling too tired to even bother with the ring which she guessed had something to do with her strange, strange dream. Leaving the ring beside her pillow on the side closest to the wall, she laid back down and closed her eyes to sleep before bothering with whatever she needed.
10:20 AM
"Good morning Rachel." Chromera greeted to the broody looking girl.
"Morning." Rachel replied back with little enthusiasm. "How was your birthday dinner?"
"Pretty good until there was like a hold up. But at least Zatanna and her apprentice, Raven, showed up." Chromera smiled to the pale girl who has black hair. "It was so cool to see them do magic and they even wished me a happy birthday!"
"Uh-huh." Rachel responded.
"Yeah, it was totally awesome. I wish I have magic like them or powers. It would be so cool!" Chromera gushed about having powers and wondering what she would have.
"Hero fever." Rachel thought.
2:34 PM
"Bye Rach." Chromera waved as she headed to her aunt's car.
"Bye Mera." Rachel waved back slightly before continuing her walk towards the nearby park. After ten minutes or so of walking, the park came into view. Wanting no wandering eyes, she walked into the bathroom and made sure that no one was inside the stalls. With the place being clear, she entered one and used her powers to teleport herself home.
"I'm home." Rachel called out from the main foyer of the mansion. She got no reply back as usual. Zatanna and Zatara, Zatanna's father, were probably patrolling or performing or working with the JL on some matter.
When she entered her room, she saw a note on her desk from Zatanna. Holding up a card, she read the spell imprinted on the card that only magic users know and a hologram of Zatanna appeared.
"Welcome home Raven. My dad and I are at the station. I will be discussing with the other mentors about your acceptance into the League. They are concern about your origins since even I do not know them myself. Batman is especially pushing the subject, but I will try my hardest to convince him that you are 'will not pose a threat.' He can be so uptight about these things.
But I trust you Raven so don't ever forget that. When you want to tell me, I'm all ears. Also, we won't be home for a while so I'll leave the mansion in your care. Have a good day and stay safe."
The hologram disappeared and so did the card.
4:17 PM
Chromera looked at the white ring that had occupied her mind for the majority of the day. Looking at it, it had some sort of symbol on it. There was a triangle pointing downwards with spikes pointing towards it and a curve crossing over those spikes. If she would have to describe it, it reminding her of how she draws one of those simple sunsets but with a triangle instead of a half circle.
"What the heck is this ring?" She mused while sitting on her swivel chair and her computer screen displaying a picture of the green lantern ring. Because she was a hero fanatic, she could easily recognize the ring as being similar to that of the Green Lantern. ". . .white. . .lantern. . .?"
Her head suddenly ached. Pain was coursing through her and she had to close her eyes tightly in hopes of relieving the pain. "It's okay. It's okay. You'll be fine. . ." She coaxed herself mentally.
When she did open her eyes again, a sudden strike of adrenaline sprouted in the middle of her chest before disappearing. Tears formed and she leaned against her hand that was propped up on her desk. Breathing through her mouth silently, she tried to calm herself down.
Shaking the mouse and clicking it, she waited for the screen to come back to life since it went on sleep mode during the time she closed her eyes. The time read 7:08 PM. But that didn't matter much because of what she witnessed, or rather, remembered.
"I'm not from this world."
Memories of her family replayed in her mind. Both families. She was glad in the fact that her two families were practically the same except that one was possibly fake. Her family in this dimension was not real...in the sense that she was in a cartoon, but since she is in the cartoon, this family is very much real, except that it's not but it is at the same time.
Her real, or rather original, family must be worried about her. Her friends must be worried about her too. Because in her world, she's in a coma caused by a small accident while on her way to buy some things and get a drink while they were at it too. It was just her and her younger sister. She dearly hoped that they were both okay physically, but seeing that she sat on the side where the other car crashed into, she would be the one most injured.
"And holy shit, I even time traveled. Stupid cartoon timeline."
Yeah. In her world, it's 2016 so that means that she traveled back seven years. . .sort of. She has been in this world longer technically or maybe her memories were tampered with since she does remember her childhood in this world. Anyways, she's physically thirteen but mentally twenty. Eh, not that her height would change much since she was roughly 5'2" then and only grew about half an inch taller since. Damn short genes.
Then she suddenly remembered something. Her friend, Rachel Roth, is Raven!
"Oh my god..." She is friends with Raven and didn't even know it. In all honesty, it wasn't completely her fault since Raven's civilian disguise is having Asian pale skin, black hair with side bangs, and no red jewel on her forehead.
Luckily for her, she was (and still is) a big Teen Titans cartoon fan and recently a Young Justice fan. But now she is confused. Which dimension was she in? DC has quite the few different dimensions and not to mention others that exist solely because of fanfiction [wink-wink] and whatever else. Alternate dimensions existed for sure and not all are mentioned.
Young Justice cartoon doesn't have a Raven, but Teen Titans cartoon doesn't have a Raven meeting Zatanna. Maybe she was in one of the comics? Or not. Hard to say really. Maybe in a fanfiction that she hasn't read before, or one that will never be mentioned? Whatever the case, she hopes that she's in a friendly one...so Teen Titans over Young Justice.
"Hey Loser," Chromera's younger sister of one year called out from outside her room. "it's your turn!"
"Coming!" Chromera called back. More thinking in the shower is not uncommon.
March 09, 2009
2:34 PM
"Rach, I need to talk to you if you're not busy." Chromera asked her friend. Internally, she was squealing at getting to meet Raven even though they've been friends since elementary.
"What?"
"Well..." Her voice got a little higher at the end. "Can we talk in private?"
Raven sighed but nodded. "What about your ride?"
"I already called her and said that I needed to finish something in school and would call her when I'm done."
"Then where to?"
Oh, she hadn't thought that far. You'd think that being a twenty-year-old would make her wiser but apparently not. "Oh. Uh. . ." Maybe she should just tell Rachel that she knows her real identity and then Rachel could teleport them to her house. Yeah, that's probably a good choice. "Look Rach, I know that you're," She leaned in and whispered, "Raven and apparently Zatanna's apprentice or something." She leaned back out. "So can we go to your house?"
Rachel was still for a moment before nodding and leading the two to the park's public bathroom to go home.
Blinking, Chromera looked around in awe. "Nice room...This must be Zatanna's magic mansion."
Raising a brow, Rachel was a bit amused at what her friend had dubbed it even though that was basically the gist of it. "Now start explaining."
"Right." Chromera put her backpack down and sat on the bed. She explained everything that she had figured out and tossed in a couple ideas as to why she was here because really, it is so like a fanfiction story.
"And you're happy?" Rachel had her arms crossed and situated on her desk swivel chair.
"Sort of." Chromera gave one of those happy goofy smiles. "But I'm also worried about mmyyyyyyyy real family. Oh, and why the damn hell I'm a white lantern!"
Rachel found it a bit odd to suddenly hear her goody two shoes friend use "damn hell" like a raging teenager.
"Oh Ravvvv-Raccchhh..." She didn't know how to address her friend now.
"Either is fine, but you should know about the whole identity thing."
"Okay, but let me warn you, there will be a bunch of name switching."
"It's fine."
Chromera grinned, happy that she could actually tell someone. "Love you so much!" She tackled a startled Rachel in a quick hug. "And now I get the chance to recreate myself!"
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, right." Chromera gave a sheepish grin and explained that she couldn't display her real attitude because people would probably look at her weird and say that it's not like her or get defensive on her blunt comments. She could only ever act like her real self at home and with her sister which luckily is the same here. Remembering about her sisters, both her real and this dimension's, a thought came to mind. "I feel like a cougar!"
"Uh..."
"Cougar is slang for an older female liking a younger male. Like a big age gap." Chromera explained. "Also, my real name is [blank blank] but you can keep calling me Mera since that's what you're used to." And yet another thought popped up. "Huh, my nickname is the same as Aquaman's wife. Go figure."
Rachel blinked. "Okay." She's a little random is what Rachel thought. "What are you going to do now, and get off."
Chromera stood up from previously sitting on Rachel's lap like she would do with her sister on occasions. "No idea. I would like to get some training done but I'm White and the only lanterns here are green." Just like most people of Earth in this world, she had hero fever and knows what the G.L.'s roughly looked like. "And I do not want to go train on...their planet because it would be a killer!"
Rachel was glad to know that her friend is still mostly the same way she was before her memories returned. "Still lazy huh."
"Yeah." Chromera laid down on the bed with her legs dangling off the sides. She patted the spot next to her. When Rachel didn't move, she patted it harder. Rachel still didn't move so she patted it harder and even rubbed it for emphasis.
"So childish." Rachel murmured when she say Chromera kicking her legs and whining. After sitting down, she turned to look at her friend. "Are you going into the hero business then or not?"
Chromera sat back up. "I don't know. I mean, I want to but I'm not trained and I am still figuring out why I was sent here. Gosh, if I was in Young Justice then I know what I'm going to do but any other dimension is screwing me up! Teen Titans is preferred since it's more free and all..."
Rachel was still confused when Chromera would go on a tangent about being in a cartoon and fanfiction, but she decided to not dwell on it much.
"By the way Rach, how come you use magic? Like legit magic only? What happened with your azareth metrion zinthos thingy?"
It should surprise her, but it didn't since Chromera had explained about knowing certain background stories and info. "My secret weapon you can say. I'm focusing on magic now to strengthen it."
"Cool, cool. I totally get it, so" Rachel did not like the tone her friend held because it meant that she wanted to ask for something. "can you train me?" And there it was.
"No really, I mean it Rach! Our powers are similar that we can form constructs from our energies. I mean, Argent would be more ideal and relatable but she's not here and you are!"
After some quick thinking, Rachel agreed.
"Awesome!" Chromera felt so happy to have a mentor of sorts because there was no way in hell she was going through spartan training. She wasn't a green lantern therefore she didn't hold their responsibilities but then again, she read that the white ring is made up of all the colors but she also read that it was its own separate being. Combing all the colors is one way of obtaining a white ring, but the White has its own core too. Since claiming to be just a white bearer is easier and no one on Earth is one, she's a White since that is mostly likely the case anyways.
"You can heal too in this world, right?"
"Yes, why?" Rachel asked. She didn't much about lanterns. So Chromera is either asking to be taught or to be assured that she could be healed should any harm come to her. If the excited look is anything to go by, then both.
"Oh good, because I'mma going to need help with that."
"That is terrible grammar."
"Don't matter. You understand just fine so I ain't gonna change it."
"Now you're just being ridiculous."
"Now you know the real me. Yay!"
"You are such a child for someone in college."
"I'm a child-ish now too, physically."
"Childish is one word. Don't say it like it's two."
"I meant what I said. I added -ish to the end of child to signify that I mean sort of a child."
"I see."
"You'll be hearing a lot of my -ishes from now on."
"Great."
"Not too hard to get used to."
". . ."
"Did I mention that I finally figured out what 'that's what she said' means when I was in eighth grade back in my world?"
They're currently in seventh grade.