Mockingbird -1-
Chapter 1
Roots
POV: LJ/Lucy-Jo/ Lucinda Johanna
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Name: Lucinda Johanna Potenza
Age: 19
DOB: December 1
That's basically all the information I knew about myself. Minus the "deep" stuff like favorite colors and such. The Light and Reach, they were my keepers, they taught me everything I know. They taught me to read, write, fight, use guns, use different types of weapons, they even gave me powers. And it was all for one thing, and one thing only. To avenge my family, by killing the Justice League.
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"Harder LJ! HARDER!" Yelled my trainer, and I did just that. I grabbed his shoulders and brought my knee up so that it came in painful contact with his midsection. He groaned in pain and I took that as my chance to end this fight. With fighting skills like The Black Canary, I finished him and he laid in a pool of blood at my feet. He was dead.
A slow, rhythmic clap echoed throughout the dark room. It was dark, because I had to use my x-Ray vision this time. I still wasn't used to it. Just as I wasn't used to my heat/laser vision. I looked at the ground, since the rules forbade me from looking into the eyes of my masters. I twiddled my thumbs, my bare hands bloodied with not only my blood, but my trainers blood as well. I had on a long, dirty, raggedy, used-to-be-white tank-top and black shorts. My dark hair cascaded around my head, blocking my view of my master, I could only see his shoes.
He rested a cold, bony hand on my shoulders and my bright blue eyes widened. They never touch me. I refused to squirm, because if I did, they might've punished me. As I stood there, my master began talking. He was in a crisp, black tuxedo that looked highly expensive.
"Dear, modest, Lucinda, you have done well my darling. This is the 4th trainer this week, and for a child, you are doing remarkably well" he praised, and I didn't know what to do. So I stuck with basic etiquette.
"T-thank y-you, Master" I replied and I could practically feel his grin.
"You're welcome young Lucinda. For a 7 year old, you are very bright," he praised, and my young self grinned and practically glowed with proudness until he spoke his next words, "but I am afraid you've outgrown basic fighting techniques. It's time for something harder, don't you think?" He finished, but I didn't dare say anything, I was too scared to even twitch.
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Two years later, at the prime age of 9, the experiments started. Every month, a new experiment came, and with every new experiment, new power, came more knowledge. And that knowledge is what drives me everyday. The only one I remember precisely, is the one where I gained the powers of The Flash...
"ARRHHHH" I screamed, hoping the pain would end, hoping that I wouldn't have to endure this any longer. I had already acquired the powers of the main Justice Leaguers, the ones I was meant to kill for revenge: Superman; Wonder Woman; Aquaman; The Flash.
Ever since I was 5, I had been training to match the skills of: Green Arrow and Batman. Batman's skills, surprisingly, we're the easiest of all, I don't know why, but I felt as if I was born to do that, just like Green Arrows archery skills, those came to me with barely any effort.
Anyway, with those six out of the picture, the Justice League would've been weak enough so that my masters: The Light an The Reach, could terminate them.
The day I acquired the powers of The Flash, was also the day that I agreed to annihilating the Justice League, not only because of my debt toThe Light, but because I wanted my own, sweet revenge.
Justice League.
Murder.
Parents.
Orphan.
Those 4 words were the only things I comprehended during "story time" when my masters informed me of why I was here. That was also the day, my heart turned dark with lust for murder, for vengeance, for my own sweet revenge.
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3 years later, when I turned 11, I went on my first "mission". My mission, was to spy on the Justice League and find out anything and everything I could without being caught of course. Their fighting techniques, their weaknesses, everything. My favorite, however, was the one where I had to spy on Green Arrow and his sidekick.
I was sitting on the roof of a house, me bow and quiver slung across my back. Like my stealth outfit, my weapons were all black, and I was donned in clothing that resembled a ninja. I remember, thinking that I was the coolest 11 year old out there, and although that may not be true, I was definitely, the most deadliest. The news/criminal reports said so. And although they could never find out who I was, I knew.
I remember it like it was yesterday, how I kept throwing pebbles at innocent passerby's heads, just to anger them. I used to be angry at the world, at fate, for making me this way. I used to hate the way I was, and even though I grew to love it, to accept the way I am, at that time, I only wanted to be normal.
I stayed on that rooftop, for a total of 2 hours and 36 minutes, before I finally caused some actual trouble that sent them my way. As always, I stole valuables from the store, right before I let some low class crooks do the distraction part of my plan. They came very quickly, donned in outfits that looked like they belonged to Robin Hood and quivers that matched the color of their outfits. Green Arrow, with a green outfit and Speedy, with an ironic name and red outfit.
As they took down the villains one by one, I watched and studied their movements, their tactics, their way of fighting.
That's how I became: Mocking Bird aka Shifter.
I was able to learn and adapt to anything and everything. I could copycat fighting techniques, powers, abilities...anything.
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Years and years after that, I turned 18, and that's when my first actual crime mission began. It all started, when I disguised myself as Cheshire, an assassin. I knew I only had 2 hours until the disguise wore off, so I spent my time wisely, making sure the original Cheshire had enough "sleep gas" in her system to stay put for a while. The Reach and The Light were watching over me, that much I knew, but other than that, I was on my own.
I was supposed to be going against Superman, but fate had other plans. Somehow, my lack of real world knowledge led me to Gotham City, where I caused mayhem. Batman and Nightwing, they came and attempted to stop The Joker and I, but they were too late. During the fight, i wasn't doing too hot, the side effects of having too many powers, and not being able to use them all made me cautious. It made me remember to stop using heat vision, or a power scream, or anything like that.
By a stupid, impulsive, idiotic mistake, my Superman powers activated, and I made the biggest mistake of my life.
An orphanage was hit by my laser eyes, and the orphan in me just couldn't stand there and watch. 4 minutes later, my disguise wore off and the two superheroes looked at me, confusion filling their eyes as they took in my dark, ebony, hair and clear, ocean blue eyes. I was clad in my usual, scouting outfit, black: hoodie, Chuck Taylor's, and pants.
The children were rushing out, but with my x-ray vision, I knew one child was trapped. As graceful as a gymnast and with the abilities of Superman, I found my way up to the 4th story window, the window that seemed as if it was the gateway to saving that child.
Long story short, that was the first the Justice Leaguers saw of me, but it certainly won't be their last. That much I know, because now, an entire year later, after all that torturing and punishment from The Light and Reach, I'm planning my route to infiltrate Mount Justice as a spy, it's time for my revenge.
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Ok, so I've seen Young Justice season 1 and most of season 2, but I'm not entirely sure where this is gonna go.
I haven't read the comics yet so please don't judge
I'm not entirely happy on how season 2 is, so some of the criteria might/will change.
Thanks for reading!
-M