The calm before the oncoming storm
A/N: Ok, this is gonna be a bit emotional for me. Some aspects of my OC, even though Michael is pretty much ME only with, you know, supernatural powers and a hairstyle that I could never seem to get right (I mean seriously, how hard is it to get curly hair to lay flat?!) but some aspects of this guy is inspired by true events that happened to me. Like, from what you are about to read, how my dog died when I was 13. That tore me up, or how this guy keeps calling himself a soldier, I'm currently in the process of trying to join the Marines. So, if this comes out later than I promised(no surprise there) just bare in mind that I had to open up a lot of emotion for me to get the settings for this scene right. So, please, enjoy :)*sad smile*
3rd Person PoV
It was raining, it has been raining since late last night. The sky was completely clear, then seemingly out of nowhere thunder and lightening struck, and it started raining. It's 6:30 now, and Wendy was walking up to the Mystery Shack. She was promised answers and she was intending to get them.
She was thoroughly soaked by the time she got to the front door, and before she could even knock, it opened and Michael, dressed in a black t-shirt, and swatpants, still sporting those bruises and black eye, pulled her in. Silently closing the door, he puts a finger up to his lips and motioned for her to follow him. He lead her through the house into the gift shop. He closed the door to the house behind him and he turned to her.
"Ok, you wanted answers to some questions, shoot. What do you want to know?"
Taken off guard by the bluntness Wendy says, "Ok, first of all, I want to know who you are. Not the guy from the tv, not the guy from on the stage, I want to know who you are, exactly who you are."
He didn't say anything at first, just glared at her, but she didn't waiver. After about a minute of looking at each other, right when Wendy was about to relent and look away, Michael said, "Ok, but you're not gonna like what you hear." She stared in surprise, he was the one to look away. Michael walked around her and sat up on the counter. "Up until 2 years and 10 months ago, I was a regular human being like yourself. But then, my dog died. I know what you're gonna say, that's a stupid reason for doing what I'm doing, but, that was the start of a very long domino effect that leads me here today."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened then, Michael said, "I watched that dog take her final breaths before she finally passed on. She was old, as old as me at the time, I had that dog since I was a baby. And 13 is considerably old for a dog these days. I was with her, trying to make her as comfortable as possible, until she took her final shuddery breath and was still. She died, right on my bed. I watched her die."
He looked up at her, "That wasn't my first brush with death, I've been to a few funerals in that 13 years, but it was the first time seeing death, the event, happen first hand. It's… horrible. You never forget something like that."
Michael hopped off the counter and walked up to the window on the door to the parking lot, the rain making everything blurry on the other side. "I ran away from home that night. I just… couldn't take seeing my best friend die." He turned back to her. "I was kind of a slow child growing up, when I was 12 I still had the mind of a 6 year old, but I still knew, or thought I knew the world around me. But, that night I ran." He chuckled a little, "I didn't make it more than a half mile to the high school down my street before I got stopped. Though… it wasn't by humans."
He walked up to Wendy and pulled down his shirt on his right shoulder. And she gasped in horror, "I got these from some dark creatures that I called Shadows." What he showed her turned out to be 3 jagged white claw marks. Pearly white against his brown skin, stretched and faded a little from the 2 years of time, and about 6 inches of growth on his part. "I could describe them to you, but I guess these are enough to get you an idea." She nodded, still trying to process what he's saying.
"I grew up pretty fast after that, and the only way I survived the shadow attack, was because of this." He made a swiping motion, like he was trying to hit something out of the air, and his katana appeared out of nothing. "This," he opened up the sword, "is Odenhime*. My Zampackto. Roughly translated to Ghost Slayer. It appeared out of a, kind of portal of lightning. Well, that's the closest description I could give it," he said when he saw her confused face. "It was like several bolts of lightning struck this point in the air and a ball formed out of it, and this thing flew out of the ball and landed right at my feet."
"I picked it up out of instinct, and was was hit by this massive energy serge, like the biggest adrenaline rush you could think of, and just went to town on the Shadows." He looked down in thought at his sword. "I don't remember exactly what happened, just that there was electricity everywhere, and when I came to, it was sunrise, and I was surrounded by piles of black ash. I was fighting all night, sustaining many cuts and other injuries, the biggest on my shoulder, but I was very," he looked up at her. "Much. Alive."
Wendy backed up a bit, and Michael lost the fire that gave him that confidence boost and he looked back away. "To make a very long story relatively short, I ran away a month before my 14th birthday. I don't know what it is, or was, but whatever powers Odenhime gave me, I made it from central California, all the way up to Seattle. There I hopped a boat to Anchorage, Alaska. And there…" He walked away and sat down on the floor, his back up against the counter. "There I made my first, human kill," Wendy gasped. "He was a Serial Killer by the name of, 'The Silent Bucher'. He had… similar powers to mine. Long story short, he was attracted to my power, we met, and I killed him."
"And afterward, I met a man named Kuiskue Urahara. A Japanese-American man who was like me. He took me back to Japan, and he trained me to be a Soul Reaper. For 6 months I trained, and after I was sufficient enough with my powers, I came home."
"And after I came home, I went to school, made friends, found out that they had soul reaper powers as well. I "convinced" their parents for a little, shall we say road trip. We walked cross country, me teaching then what Kuiskue taught me, and right before the summer ended, a month before my 15th birthday last year, we made it to DC. The serial killer that I killed, he was part of a bigger organization, who had powers like him. They were planning on staging a coup at a congressional meeting that the president was a tending."
"We, me and my friends Alex, Jordan and Brandon were able to stop them, and the dark creatures at the meeting. The president congratulated us, but I asked for something instead of making us go public."
"What was it?" Wendy asked, the first question that she asked all day.
"I asked," Michael said while looking at her, "I asked for land and resources so I can make a Soul Society in the World of the Living. You see, soul reapers deal with all things in the afterlife, but the original system is broken. They mostly govern Japan, and barely anywhere else. And I knew that there are more people like me and my friends, and I was right. In less than a year, we are now over 120 strong, and still counting. My rag tag team in research and development predicted twice that many in the next year, I disagreed. I predict ten times that many."
"Ok," Wendy said, "and how exactly did you end up here?"
"Oh, when the president gave my the green light for my Soul Society, he also gave me the highest access to national secrets. Gravity falls was number 1-"
"Number one in?-"
"-About 30 years ago."
"Um, what?"
"All the supernatural going ons that are happening today? Yeah, it was worse over 30 years ago. And after things started to quiet down, and no results, it was left to go cold, and buried in a bunch of bureaucratic bull crap, and gave to a small team that even it forgot to check in with the town periodically. I think they're in the Arizona desert somewhere, I don't know, this place was on my top 10 to visit before I give the mission statement and get to work at the Soul Society."
"And that mission statement is…?"
"Oh, ahem," he cleared his throat. "'To ensure the safety, and well being of the human race, through supernatural means, from the spirit side, or physical cryptids, we will defend the world from darkness, by any means necessary.' We go above the red tape and black ink, and from the entirety of congress and the president himself, not to mention his private detail of secret service men, when they saw our powers, who could argue?"
"Well… what are your powers?"
"Hmm…." Michael lifted up his still unsheathed sword, and lightning started around it. "Stuff that you can't even imagine. Ok, so, I told you how I was made, and why I'm here. You know who I am now, what's your next question? I can tell that you have a bunch burning in that pretty little redhead of yours."
"... Pretty little redhead?"
"Ok, so I have a thing for redheads, sue me."
"Wha-"
"Do you have anymore questions or not!"
"Oh, um, yeah, about Dipper getting some head…"
"Oh, right, I actually managed to forget about it, follow me." He lead her to Stan's office and fired up the copy machine. He got up on it, it was just big enough for him, and a full bodied copy of himself came to life in no time. "This is how. Dipper found out how this thing works-"
"And I'm guessing whatever magic or sci-fi shit powers this thing split his personality and traits," Michael's double continued for him.
"The one you saw getting head had the number 7 on his hat. I guessing that that was his luck attribute. In other words, he was one lucky bastard."
Wendy said, "Um, ok, how many did he make?"
"About 10," they both said. The original Michael looked over at his clone, and the clone nodded and left.
"Where'd he go?" Wendy asked.
"They dissolve in water, before the others wake up I wanted him to go outside in the rain. Should be fairly painless."
"Oh…. Ok, so, I have one more question."
"Just one?" He chuckled.
"Shut up, what happened to your face last night?" Michael lost his smile once more. "I mean, you came in all jacked up, and, it looked kind of painful."
So Michael told her, about the demons, about the angel, and about how he wants to destroy the town. "And that's why I was kind of pissy with you. Sorry."
"It-it's fine. I mean, if I would have gotten beaten up by a couple of 12 year olds, I would be pretty steamed too."
"Heh, yeah. And on top of that, when the angel blasted me, I had to release 2 mental blocks that keeps my power in check. It kept the brunt of the blast off of me, but I also can barely control it. The rain outside, that's the residual effects of my powers, the storm. I have it under control now, and the rain should clear up any minute now."
As if on cue the pounding of rain drops on the roof, that had been a constant since late last night, faded to silence. The sun started to fully come up as the clouds dissipated, and birds started to chirp.
"Ah, wow. That's convenient."
They both looked at each other, Michael all talked out, and Wendy still trying to process what he told her.
"So, I guess," Michael said after a while, "I guess I should walk you out. I mean, unless you want to stay and start on that clean up early?"
"Eh, might as well. I mean, I would just be going home only to turn right back around and come back," she said as they both exited the room.
"Yeah, where do you live anyway?"
"I actually live a half mile from where you're cabin was."
"Really? That close?"
"Yep…. So, what are you gonna do now? About the angel I mean."
"I thought you were done with questions?"
"Sorry sorry, I just-"
"It's fine," Michael said quickly. "I guess… I guess I just prepare for a big fight. My spirit energy is healing me well enough, those cracked ribs are pretty much gone, the bruises should be gone by the time the twins get up, I do NOT want to explain that again. And, I'll just try to prepare. He's an enemy I haven't faced before. I mean, a freaken angel!? I'm literally going up against God here, I don't like my chances."
To be continued
A/N: Wow, I actually got this over and done with faster than I thought! I started this last night, and I juuuuust finished it at 2:00! :D Hurray for forcing myself to sit down! Anyway, heres some explinations!
*Odenhime spelt; Oh-den-heam-may
Mabel: Woah, you saved the president?
Yeah, and it was bloody, nearly got my head sliced off by a Shadow Knight.
Dipper:*rapidly flipping thru the journal* I don't see anything about a Shadow anywhere!
You won't find it in that book kid, they're attracted to people with special powers, and hefty emotional baggage. Plus, they're, well, were super rare. Over the past 5 years their numbers have been growing, enough to be a threat. Ok, so readers, in the next few chapters, there shall be solely Dipper and Mabel moments, and since next episode after the Double Dipper is Irrational Treasure, I think you can guess where I might include some fluff. So, thanks for reading, please review and favorite at your own pleasure, this has been bigmike33321 signing off!*BOOP!*