New story! So, you all know (I would think so) about how Jason was killed by the Joker and then Ra's al Ghul revived him in the Lazarus Pit. WELL, because absolutely no one (I mean a lot of people) has written that from Jason and the fam's POV, I'm gonna do it! It may not be exactly accurate, but it doesn't have to be 100% exact. Shut up, you know what I mean -_- By the way, this will be rated M because of Jason and his swearing. Okay, I hope you all enjoy!
Darkness.
Darkness everywhere.
There was nothing.
No sound.
No light.
. . . No life.
And then, there was something.
A small light, a pinprick of hope. It grew, and grew and grew, until everything was white. Pure, blinding light that left nothing untouched in its wave of brightness.
Then the pain ripped through Jason's still body, it caused his immobile body to shake and quiver. His arms twitched and suddenly, violently moved throughout the water he now was aware of. It felt as if his body was set on fire, fire blazing throughout his shaking body. He was incapable of forming a thought, all he knew was pain, ripping, tearing pain. He felt his body rebelliously start seizing, his head slamming against his chest as his body swished through the water, the water he couldn't see. His eyes were like lead, unable to open them.
Crack!
He shot out of the water, his eyes opening with a jolt. Nothing but incomprehensible nonsense was going through his head, as his shaking knees clacked together. His eyes flashed around at the people watching him, feeling like cornered prey as he turned in a circle frantically.
He heard voices, but to him it sounded like animalistic chattering that he couldn't decipher. His mind was running in circles, unable to finish one complete thought, the only thing he understood was: scared. Jason's legs started moving by themselves, and he sprinted into a part in the crowd of people surrounding him. As he ran, he barely noticed the trail of old bandages he was leaving behind, they were falling off his body, leaving him partially covered. His feet slapped against the smooth, cold stone as he ran away from the pit of glowing liquid.
The stone quickly changed into jagged pieces of rock piercing his soft feet. He got to the end of the path, and found himself at the end of a cliff. His mind was barely functioning, only knowing the barest of commands. Run, hide, fight, run, hide, fight, run, hide, fight. When he heard the voices behind him, screaming and shrieking at him, his heart picked up the inconsistent pace. Fight or flight. His eyes flickered back and forth, from the men gaining distance, to the swirling and churning sea below him. He only had one choice.
Jump.
The black waters came to meet him, his body making a large smacking noise when it hit. His mind was cleared a bit when the cold water shocked his confused system, and he struggled to the surface. Teeth chattering, Jason took a shaky breath of cool, night air and looked around, still barely comprehending what had happened. All he knew was that he hurt, and that the cold, painful water wasn't making him feel any better. The night was black, and the stars and moon barely stood out from the thick heavy clouds, providing the confused and scared boy no light.
A wave knocked his head back under the water, and the cold, salty sea rushed into his mouth, flooding his lungs. Coughing and spluttering, his head broke the surface and his Lazarus-addled mind panicked, sending his body into a scared frenzy. His limbs kicked around, and his form went under the waves again, sucking in more water.
His crazed mind seemed to become aware that Jason was dying, again, and it managed to focus on one task: getting to land. Without a second thought, his arms and legs began kicking and swimming on their own, moving to some unknown location. He swam like this, numb, for an uncertain amount of time, before his feet touched sandy and rocky ground. Stumbling onto the beach, Jason collapsed on the ground, panting as his chest rose and fell unevenly. His mind was still racing, but it was a bit clearer then when he first became, well…. alive again.
The sound of crunching boots on sand approached him, his body still lying on the floor, shaking in fear, exhaustion, and uncontrollable rage.
"Well, well, well. What's this? A little boy has washed up on my beach." A voice sneered.
Jason wobbly raised his head, his eyes narrowing as he saw a drunken, staggering man bending down to his eye level. He opened his mouth, but all that came out was a roar as he lunged to his knees and stumbled to face the man. He found his hands wrapped around the man's neck, tightening his grip by the second, enjoying watching the man's eyes widen in fear as his throat constricted. The man let out a pained gasp, the only noise he was currently capable of, and Jason's fingers squeezed harder and harder. There was a crunching noise and the man went limp, falling against the sand. Jason took a few shaky steps backwards.
He couldn't comprehend what just happened.
What he just did. He looked down at his hands, red from gripping the man's throat so hard. Collapsing to his knees the shattered boy let out a wail, he was shocked, scared, and most of all worried. He enjoyed killing that man, he felt a strong surge of joy when he saw the lights go out of his eyes, and he could do it again.
Bruce.
The word flickered through his mind, shocking himself out of the self pity.
Bruce.
It all came flooding back to him, flooding back like the waves lapping against his legs.
Bruce and Dick. Batman and Nightwing. Robin. Jason Todd. That's him.
He was Jason.
HE DIED.
He can suddenly remember the crowbar slamming into him, over and over again. The sound of bones breaking, his bone. His scream ripping from his throat as the beating continued, his silent scream as he watched the timer count down. The swift flare of light, and fire tearing through his body, and his body dying.
His head shot up with realization and what had happened. Someone, some bastard had resurrected him, with some sick voodoo magic. But, he could tell that he wasn't whole, he wasn't normal. The thing that tipped him off was the thirst, the thirst to kill, to see the light behind someone's eyes go out as they experienced death. He wasn't normal…
Oh, God… Bruce… what does he think…..
Ooooooh. Okay, I'm super excited to write this. I know, this was a short chapter but I didn't have a lot of time. Sweat Jesus, the amount of sentence fragments that were in this chapter, my autocorrect hates me! I'm visiting my great grandmother this weekend, and I'm planning on binge watching the… NEW SEASON OF VOLTRON LEGENDARY DEFENDERS! WOOOHOOO! Yes. I'm aware that it was originally designed for nine year old boys. But, I love it. K, that's it for now. PM me if you have questions or comments, or just leave a review. Buh-bye!