Chapter 1: The weird man with the very weird name. (Revised)

(Hello, I was formally the author named Blood of Ermac and Scorpion Shirairyu. As you can see, Someone hacked into my profile and instead of deleting future chapters of my stories, they deleted everything. I am horrifically livid about this outcome and so I said FUCK THIS! I'M NOT RECREATING THE SAME DAMN STORY AGAIN AND AGAIN! So I decided to change accounts and start anew, if you haven't read my profile then you'll see the exact same sentence. Anyway let the new story begin.)

Disclaimer: Other than this story and my OC, the characters in this story are not mine and belong to their respective creators.

Armipotence.

It is close to sounding like omnipotence but it couldn't be furthest from the truth. It's an archaic term which meant 'powerful in arms' or 'mighty in battle.' However, to reach that level, one must become a warrior. A warrior is a human being who accepts the call and walks the long, arduous path of becoming one's full potential. It's said that the answer to become one with one's full potential lies in the heart of battle, the fight is a form of communication, it can lead to understanding, it holds a meaning deeper than mere words and any normal warrior could tell what another warrior was speaking with their fists or weapons instead of words. In life, you're going to encounter hard times at some point. This means you must be prepared to endure pain and find solutions at any moment. You must develop the mental toughness of a warrior that will enable you to face and overcome any challenge or adversity life throws at you. That is when the real fun begins. This person however did not The time period for this individual to breath life is the year 1990.

A baby boy was born into the world... met with fear and disgust and put into the orphanage. There was something very weird about the boy in general, when he was a child, he was as pale as a corpse covered in baby powder, he could see, hear, feel, taste, and smell but he never talked. To other kids, matrons, adopted parents, he talked to no one. He just eats, sleep, and stares at others with a blank expression. This is because the child was born mute, had Schizoid personality disorder which can cause individuals to seem distant and emotionless, rarely engaging in social situations or pursuing relationships with people, and had cerebral palsy. This child was known as 'Beyond Birthday.' Why this name? Because as soon as he was born, he died. Then a day later he was alive and stabilized. His parents were devastated for his death then thanked god for bringing their baby back, then became horrified at the condition their child had and couldn't handle it so they abandoned him at the age of 5 because the child frightened them to the core. Although he had these disorders the boy was intelligent, not a genius, just above average.

As he grew older, he grew tall and lanky standing 6'6, had black hair, grey eyes, long arms with spider-like fingers and pale skin. He was truly a black or in his specific case "grey" sheep of society. He was met with taunts, teases and threats from all who treat the different with racism, hate and unwarranted superiority that caused the gnawing anger bitterness and hatred of Beyond to find no expression or outlet for age upon age, festering, putrefying, and distilling to seething perfection of misanthrope. The years were not kind to him as he contracted polio from contaminated water, leukemia, was shot 8 times, lit on fire, hit by a car, and paralyze at the waist down. The tears of sadness and pain were shed so much it could fill a swimming pool but there were a few things that kept him to ending it all. When he was a child, he always liked watching certain movies, warrior movies. He was mesmerized and in awe at how they were able to use their skills to change the fate that was thrown at him but this made him extremely jealous of them as they had a choice to change their destiny while he didn't.

They had the power to fight those who wrong them while he suffered attack after attack with no way to defend himself due to his defective genetics. Even though he was insanely jealous, he couldn't help fall completely in love with warriors in general. His favorite type of warriors were MMA fighters, shaolins, ninjas, and samurais. The warrior life looked so enticing to him but soon learned that a warrior plays a very dangerous game with death and all it takes is one mistake or hesitation to lose the game and your life. Beyond would rather live like a warrior than this pathetic existence that people called 'civilian life,' abused by so called 'upstanding citizens' because he was born defective and different from everyone. At the age 40, Beyond Birthday died due to leukemia.

(Beyond's POV)

You know something? I thought that dying would put my soul to rest and that I would be going to heaven or hell, I guess it was just another lie that people talked about. Whoever said that death was cold, evil, and terrifying needs to be shot in the back of the head because it was nothing like they explained it was. When you're dying, it's like going to sleep playing a game. Your eyes get heavy, you metaphorically yawn but you try to keep yourself awake to continue playing the game called "Life" but in the end you'll beat the game because the game always win or a player in the same game as you decided that to take you out of the game early because they could or they felt like it and there was nothing you could do about because it was a instant kill or you didn't have the level of skill to take the other player out. Anyway, I knew I was dead because one: I had a 360 degree vision which I know for a fact that an average human could never process that level of sight.

Two: I had no body as I am just a ball of spiritual and ethereal energy. and finally: I was in some ocean of trillions of other souls. Some were green, white or blue. My soul however, was completely grey and the multitude of souls kept a 39 and a half foot distant from me. Some people theorized that when others die they would either be reincarnated and granted wishes or a system to become overpowered or some retarded crap like that. Personally, I hate those scenarios, the protagonists of those fantasy stories are so stupid that it made me sick to the stomach just to read about it and there were times I wished they died in a fire. Anyway, I was born dead then alive the next day which gave my name. I loved my name, it was mystique, abnormal, and according to society records, the very first name ever given to a child. I was a mute, emotionless, and misanthropic. I didn't have a stable childhood or teen years. My parents abandoned me and sent me to an orphanage. No one wanted to help me or befriend me but abuse me for something that was out of my control.

Speaking of control, back when I was into action movies and comics there was only one power that I wanted to have, reality warping. It was the ultimate ability, lazy people used it to form energy projectiles or telekinesis or try to make the world into their own image. Every time I watched someone with the power they always had to be some mentally unstable brat or some sadistic garbage that wants to rule the world that has no imagination of what that power can truly be capable of. Do you have mental problems? Just use reality warping to fix it. If you have no talent? Then grant yourself the talent to become good at anything you want to do, but most importantly, if you want to control your power better? Then warp a training manual that helps you. I know that if I ever had that power, I wouldn't let it go to my head because I had no need to become a ruler of something I hate. But none of that matters now, I can finally rest in peace.

I don't know how long I was out but it was the most comforting sleep I had in decades. As I stretched, I immediately realized that I had stretched, I was breathing and I could feel my hands and feet. I looked at myself and saw my pale skin, wiggled my fingers, then my toes and breathed in the air as I realized not only was I alive once again but was a 10 month old infant at that. So I did what anyone would do after realizing that they were alive, I cried, hard. Not in fear but happiness. After getting my emotions out, I looked around to see where I was at and realized I was in some room inside a baby crib. My crying must have alerted someone because the door opened and what appeared to be a nun came in and gasped as she picked me up, hugged me, and cooed in my ear as she hummed a lullaby. This feeling was very foreign to me because in my last life I couldn't feel it. The only sensation I could compare it to is when I wanted to be a warrior that could change my fate, or engage in mortal combat to see if the answer lies in the heart of battle but this sensation trumps that feeling a hundredfold.

I wanted more, I needed more. So I hugged her and closed my eyes basking in her warmth until I once again fell in a deep sleep, however this heavy dose of what I learned later on was called 'happiness' would be the catalyst to awaken the most versatile gene in the world and the name of Beyond Birthday will spread beyond reality.

(End of chapter)

(There, once again the first chapter's done and this time I didn't go overboard with the OC's prologue and exposition and this time, I'm going to stick with this one story and make sequels of this story. Until then, farewell. Oh, and leave a review if you will.)