Writer's note: Before you get to reading the short introduction to this story, I just wanted to say a couple things up front. First off, I do not read the JoJo manga, I am limited to viewing the anime. As such I am not aware of the finer details of anything that occurs after Part 4: Diamond is Unbreakable. I have done some research on the major points, but that research is by no means absolute and thorough. As such, if any of the powers, abilities, and characterizations you see here end up resembling any canon JoJo characters after Part 4, then it is by coincidence. Any reviews posted, if you could avoid any spoilers for Parts 5-forward, I would appreciate it. Second, this is an alternate universe, and as such continuity errors are not just expected, they are intentional. With this disclaimer out of the way, time to begin.
Prologue: Free Fallin'
"We've got one coming into trauma care! Massive bleeding in the abdominal region caused by lacerations!" Cried out the EMT as he wheeled in the patient.
"Dr. Jane, you've got this one," spoke the attending on staff. His voice barely registered any concern, showcasing the great experience he had as a physician.
"Yes, Dr. Krieger," came my hasty reply. I had found myself rushing toward the patient and taking charge of the various medical staff wheeling him in. I observed the man as we went toward the nearest unoccupied trauma room.
He was quite petite for a man, no taller than five feet four inches, with an equally small build. However he had some well built muscle, something I could feel as I examined him. Judging by the attire he was likely in a motorcycle gang, a high risk demographic, so I got it in my head that his injuries had to have come from gang violence. Some sort of long, thin shaft was sticking out of his gut. It had been lodged in deep. Really deep. The man was losing blood at an extremely fast rate. I'd need to get him a constant transfusion on IV before removing the foreign object.
"Nurse, I need a constant supply of plasma. Get it hooked in now. Let's also get him put under some anesthesia so I can extract the-" suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my arm. I glanced down and, to my shock, found the man had grabbed me. His sharp blue eyes locked onto mine with a steely gaze.
"Please Mary, no anesthesia. I want to be awake. Blood type is O+." I was taken aback! He wasn't shaking at all, he was so solid! Despite having already lost a lot of blood, despite the physical trauma, this man had such fortitude, such mental will, that he could perfectly read my name tag in order to give me his requests personally!
"Doctor?" my nurse jolted me back to reality.
"Yes. Of course. We'll take good care of you, sir. Cancel that anesthesia, and let's get some O blood mixed in with that plasma, stat!" At this point I retrieved the surgical tools I would need to tackle this procedure. By the time I turned around back to my patient, the team of nurses had already gotten his IV setup.
"I need suction on this wound." No sooner had I spoken an intern physician got in there and began sucking away the excess blood. I looked back to my patient.
"I need to poke around the wound to assess the damage. It's going to hurt." I wasn't asking permission. In response he merely nodded. Once I began my exploration, he winced, but managed to stay still.
"You've got unbelievable constitution," I commented.
"Years of getting knocked around will do that, ja?" He half joked. "But arrows are a new one for me."
"This is an arrow?" I confirmed. "That explains why the entry wound is larger than the visible object. In that case, the arrowhead is going to make extraction very difficult. What I'm saying," I took the opportunity to look my patient in the eyes. "Is that this'll hurt like a bitch."
He nodded. "Ja. Just tell me when."
What followed was an arduous surgical process that lasted nearly an hour. The man's size hid a tough as nails personality and a tremendous will to live. I had certainly talked my fair share of patients through a procedure, but with his calm, even tempered voice and chatty attitude, it felt as though he were talking me through his own operation! But finally we came near the end. The arrow's removal had proven incredibly difficult. Even accounting for the organs it had gotten wrapped around it, the thing was solidly stuck, almost as though it were trying to prevent its own removal. Fighting back. How absurd a thought was that?
"Ok, one. More! TUG!" The arrow pulled clear, separated from my patient's various organs, now past the skin. I held the offending object up triumphantly. "Quickly, get that wound sealed!"
Before my intern could get in close enough to close the wound, something utterly bizarre occurred. As though guided by a mind of its own, the arrow jumped from my right hand, slicing deep into my left as it fell. "Ugh!" I cried out. Biting my lip from the sudden unexpected pain, I checked my hand for damage. Sure enough my surgical glove had a clean tear in it… but there was no break in my skin. In fact, the pain was entirely gone as well. What just happened?
My confusion wasn't done yet. At that moment I felt something bubbling beneath the surface of my skin, all across my body. Something pushing outward in every direction, threatening to erupt. Then with a great release of pressure it came. Some manner of vaguely purple light poured forth from my body in every direction, moving like a curtain and enveloping the entire room. No, not just the room. I could sense it moving much further, but I had no idea how I knew. I just felt it expanding outward in a great distance, enveloping the entire hospital and then some.
"Are you seeing this?" I asked, wonder in my voice.
"Seeing what?" my intern asked, going about taping up the man's wounded gut.
"This weird purple light," the patient replied, his voice far less strained than it had been before. "You can't miss it, ja?"
"Holy shit…" whispered the intern. I thought he had just caught on, but he pointed out something else entirely. "No purple light, but look! The patient's wound!"
He tore back the surgical tape, revealing the small man's perfectly sculpted, healthy body. Not an injury or a scar, or hell even a blemish in sight! My mouth hung open wide. Judging by the awe on the patient's face, he had no idea what the cause of this miracle was either.
"What in the world…" I couldn't help but reach out and touch the man's chest. His heartbeat was powerful; I could feel it vibrating down the length of my arm. I ran my fingers down to his belly, feeling the well toned abs. Not a single break in the skin, no injuries whatsoever.
"Maybe you should buy me dinner first, Liebling?" The man gave me a childish wink.
"Shush, you," I commanded. This was simply too amazing not to explore.
"Dr. Jane?" I heard a new voice from the doorway. I turned to see the attending on staff, Dr. Krieger.
"Yes Dr.?"
"What's uh… the status of your patient?" I had never heard this level of confusion from the senior physician before.
"He…" I paused, wracking my brain for just how to describe this phenomenon. After a few seconds I just went for it. "He made a miraculous recovery. There are no signs he's ever had any physical trauma in his life."
"I see." He paused for a moment, checking over his shoulder, then back to me.
"Sir?" I asked, grabbing his attention.
"Yes. Well. Dr. Jane, it appears that, well. I'm not sure what to make of this, but… From what I can tell, the entire hospital has just made the very same miraculous recovery. Every single person in these walls is as healthy as they've ever been."
My eyes bulged outward. "Everyone?!"
Dr. Krieger held out his hand. In it he held three silver fillings. Confused, I glanced back up to him. "I've had these since I was fifteen, but they just popped out of my mouth. My teeth have never felt better."
That's when I felt an intense rush. The purple light that had enveloped the hospital, I could feel, sense it shrinking at an incredible rate. Suddenly it all converged back to a single point: inside of me. "Whoa!"
"I know, nobody knows what to make of it!" Dr. Krieger exclaimed.
"She wasn't talking about the miracle," my patient spoke up. "She was talking about that purple… field."
"I'm sorry sir, what are you talking about?" the doctor replied.
I turned back around to the man, the only other person that seemed to be able to see what was going on. "Who are you?"
The man smiled, and answered. His name was Jonas Johan Priester. This is the story of how I saved his life, and how he became the deadliest killer in history.
Free Fallin'
User: Dr. Mary Jane
Power - E
Speed - B
Range - A
Durability - A
Precision - C
Potential - B