Chapter 2:

Resurrection

The only thing I could perceive was the black endless void around me. I floated there for a few seconds when I heard a voice call out. I expected to hear the robot's voice, but it was a woman's. "Hello… your name is... Blake Sanders. Date of birth unknown. Location of birth unknown."

"Um. Who are you?" I asked.

"Are you an orphan?" The voice asked

The fact that the voice knew my name unnerved me. Was it reading my mind? I was an orphan and I have no idea when or where I was born. I was raised in a foster home most of my life. "Yeah I am," I said.

"I am also an orphan," the voice said a little coldly. "I knew my parents of course, but they were taken from me in the war."

"Oh," was all I said.

"A project was created after the carnage had settled. We had lost so many of us. A plan was enacted. To preserve our kind and make sure that we were not wiped off the face of the cosmos. I am truly sorry Blake Sanders." She spoke almost monotone.

"Sorry for what?" I asked.

"You are currently inside a Gene-Recoding Chamber. My programing allows me to be aware of what's happening but not allow me to interfere with the process. The human body is closely related to the one of a kryptonian in terms of physical structure." Kryptonian? Like Superman? I recalled hearing that was what he was called on the news during an interview with him. "Yes, like your earth's Superman, another kryptonian part of a separate house, The house of El."

"So, you're reading my mind," I said strangely calm.

"Yes, I have access to all of your memories and base functions. This is necessary for the procedure to finish. The chamber is currently reconstructing your genetic code down to the very atom. Changing your human genes into that of a kryptonian's."

Calm. That's the only feeling I could muster. Calmness. I knew I should have felt anger and outrage, but I couldn't muster the proper emotions one would feel in this situation.

The voice answered my question before I could ask it, "I am suppressing your negative emotions, if you were to resist it would cause complications."

"Why me?" I asked.

"You were non-hostile. It was by luck that we found you."

"So, you need me to keep your race alive, but I'm not about to go making babies for you guys," I said annoyed.

The voice actually laughed, "No, no. We need you to house the genetic code. Nothing more than that. The drone you met, Bellad, will accompany you until a more suitable location is found or until the council makes contact again. Bellad is not capable of defending the ship any longer. We need you Blake to carry out our mission. More will become clear I promise but the process is near completion. For now, I wish you good luck on your journey."

I wanted to ask more. As the voice faded my initial emotions of fear, anger, and confusion resurfaced. Oh shit, was this really happening? I thought as I started to regain feeling in my limbs. There was another odd feeling, or the absence of a feeling. I couldn't feel my jeans or even my shoes. I rolled my shoulders and sure enough I wasn't wearing my sweater I'd put on in the morning. Oh god please tell me I'm not naked right now. The liquid surrounding me began to drain and the chamber around me opened up. The robot, now named Bellad, spoke, "Ready yourself Blake Sanders. The humans outside have been firing at the pod for the past thirty minutes.

"I was in there for half an hour!?" I said shocked.

"No. It has been seven days, fourteen hours, and twenty-two minutes," Bellad said.

"Your fucking with me, right?" I almost yelled.

"No, I am not."

When I sat up, I noticed I was wearing a dark blue skin-tight outfit that covered me neck to toes leaving my hands free. "What am I wearing?" I asked.

"A uniform designed for the house of-" an explosion cut off Bellad. Looking out the glass I saw at least twice as many guards than before. There was a bald man in a business suit, a couple more scientists, and an armored individual wielding what looked to be a fucking rocket launcher. "The humans are getting desperate. I have downloaded all the data from the pod into my mainframe so they can no longer access it. As soon as the re-coding process began, the pod went into lockdown. It is not anymore."

"What do we do?" I said feeling weirdly calm.

"We must fight our way out," Bellad replied.

"But I don't know how to fight," I said annoyed. "I'm not a superhero!"

"That's alright. I will show you." Then Bellad opened up the pod doors and the shooting stopped. The man in the business suit stepped forward. I recognized him, he was Lex Luthor. I felt obligated to stand up as well. I noticed right away that the pain in my leg was gone and I didn't feel any of the scrapes or bruising underneath… whatever I was wearing. My hair was out of my ponytail though, I wasn't ever used to it hanging down my shoulders, but I grew up with a family that believed my long hair was too pretty to cut short.

"Miss, if you would please exit the spaceship. We can talk about what happened," Lex Luthor said through a megaphone. He then turned to the person standing next to him, one of the guards but she wasn't wearing a helmet. Somehow, I could actually hear him whisper to her. He said, "As soon as she's in range, tranquilize her." He then turned back to me grinning in a calm manner, "Miss we would like to ask you a few questions. If you could just step off the ship."

Without warning Bellad ejected himself from the front of the pod and flew right over me! He flew directly behind me and attached himself to my backside. "What the hell, Bellad!" I said caught off-guard. The robot didn't have arms I could see but mechanic limbs stretched over and under my arms like a backpack. Then a cold metal prong touched the back of my head.

"Accessing memory bank," Bellad's voice spoke in my head. It was a bizarre feeling. Suddenly flashes of somebody fighting obscured my vision. Was I fighting? It was from my perspective, but it was somebody else's arms and legs throwing punches and kicks. The flashes stopped and I was still standing on the pod unmoving. I didn't feel any different besides having experienced that mental whiplash. I noticed that by now the guards had moved in and were only a few feet from me. They had guns aimed right at me. Shit! Without a second thought I high-kicked the weapon out of the guard's hands. The guards immediately turned hostile and a rain of bullets hit me. I went to block my face with my arms, but I didn't even feel pain. I could feel the bullets, sure, but they ricocheted off me like if they were rubber.

"Restrain her!" Luthor called out.

The guards started surrounding me and the pod. One guard jumped at me, intending to tackle me to the ground, but instead I sidestepped him with ease. I leaped off the pod and spring boarded off another guard landing near the staircase leading to the exit. There were two guards who opened fire to no avail. I snatched the gun off one guard and round-house kicked the second. The first guard drew a knife and started to take jabs at me, but I countered each strike and then hit him over the head with the gun. I started aiming at the guards behind firing shot after shot until each one was down. I hadn't missed once. I turned to the exit, Lex Luthor was nowhere to be seen and the woman started drawing fire, pulling out her own two guns and shooting at my head. These bullets stung a little. I threw the gun in my hand with all the strength I could muster. It hit her straight in the chest and knocked her into the wall! She slid down with a thump. Unconscious. Hopefully without a broken ribcage.

"You are doing well," Bellad said. "Head down this corridor and then make a left."

I followed his instructions and eventually we ended back at the bunker room. Bellad told me to head all the way down and toward the door that read "Exit." Wish I had seen that on the way in here. We finally made it out of Lex Corp. As soon as we were outside a wave of intense pain flooded my head. "Argh!" I yelled clutching my hair. I fell to my knees in agony. The sunlight felt like it was burning through my very being. I could feel this intense pressure building up behind my eyes. When I opened them, I saw through cars and buildings. I could see people inside their cars. I could see their skeletons! "What the hell is happening to me!" I shouted.

"I am unsure," Bellad said. Though when he spoke it was unbearably loud.

"Shut up!" I yelled.

"What is wrong?" Bellad asked, but before he could further inquire, I yanked him off my back and threw him away from me. I needed silence. The world was so loud. Too loud! Cars honking miles away, people talking over one another so much it was incoherent. There was banging and drilling noises that overwhelmed me. I couldn't take anymore. The more frustrated I got the more heat I could feel around my eyes and when I opened them, I could feel that heat escape. There was a loud burning-cracking noise when I did, and I suddenly remembered one of Superman's trademark abilities was to shoot laser beams out of his freaking eyes. I closed mine and the heat started to wane. I felt tired all of a sudden. Like I had just ran three marathons back-to-back. I didn't dare to open my eyes though, in fear of hurting somebody or even myself. I tried crawling forward.

"Bellad?" I called out. "Oh Jesus Christ," I said exasperated. Carefully I opened my eyes to find my vision returned to normal. I let out a breath of relief. That was when a slightly dented Bellad floated toward me.

"Are you alright Miss Blake?" he asked gently.

"Yeah. Yeah I'm okay."

"Good. We need to leave now, I will reattach myself to your back again if that is alright," Bellad said moving closer to me.

I nodded my wordless agreement. Bellad seemed a little different, more human, or something. The robot floated toward my backside again and the metal backpack straps reappeared. We began to hover for a few seconds before flying off into the sky. "Where do you reside?" Bellad asked. I gave him my address, I lived in a small apartment complex near the bay. It didn't have a nice view of the water, but a ten-minute walk was all that was needed to reach it. It wasn't much but it was home. Bellad and I soared through the air home bound.


A/N: I do not own Justice League, It belongs to DC. Any original character belongs to me.