CYOA STATS
Character, You, The Alien, Normal, April 7, 2011, True, Neutral, Insert, Male, Shard of the Warrior Entity, Queen, Irritable, Battle Hungry, +15 SP -30 CP, Apex, Cosmetic Shapeshift, Cloak Mark III, Peaceful Vibes, Negentropy, Extended Range, Homecoming, Conscious Geas, Wanted, Wildbow? Where have I heard that before?, Ryoga Hibiki, Selective Amnesia, Endbringer Target, May you live in Interesting Times, Gun Fu, Language, Mover, Brute, Blaster, Trump, (Brute) Deadpool, (Trump) Immunity, (Trump) Dovahkiin, (Blaster/Striker) Sting
STORY START
*Gasp*
With an explosive exhalation of breath I violently woke, heartbeat pounding in my ears. I can feel something on the edge of my consciousness, remnants of a dream. Or was it a nightmare? Either way my panic quickly fades to be replaced by a searing pain in my chest, almost like someone shoved an iron rod…
"Oh."
Looking at the area of interest I see what appears to be an iron rod sticking out of my chest. Taking a quick survey of my surroundings I find myself in a dirty alleyway between two tall buildings about ten stories high. The sounds of an unfamiliar cityscape slowly trickle in past the numbing pain of my chest wound. Laying back I slowly stare up at the small patch of sky visible above. Looks like this is it for me. I try to think back and remember how I got here. Did I fall from the surrounding buildings?
My thoughts get interrupted by the appearance of a young woman dressed in what appeared to be a white cheerleading outfit with gold trim. What I found interesting about this particular girl was that she appeared in the middle of my vision. Floating. In midair. What.
Descending toward me at a brisk speed she came to a lurching halt just above me, panic appearing on her face.
"Oh my God! Are you alright!" As she spoke, she reached out towards my wound, visibly hesitating as she took in the severity of my injuries.
I tried to respond, opening my mouth to form words to the effect of 'obviously I am pretty far from O.K. do you not see the massive rod sticking out of my chest?!' but all that came out of my mouth was blood. The iron taste quickly filled my mouth as I found myself coughing up the contents of my lungs as they filled with blood from my injuries. The dark red spatter marred the white of her costume as it splattered across her face and chest, but it seemed to bother her little as she kneeled beside me.
I reached out for her, and she quickly took my hand in hers. It was comforting, knowing I would not be alone in my final moments. I only wished I could remember what brought me here. My mind was fogged from the pain, and I could not remember anything from before I awoke in the alley. As I searched my memory banks, desperately looking for anything to explain who I was, I realized that the girl was trying to speak to me.
"Hey, look at me! You're going to be fine! I'll take you to my sister she can heal you. She can heal anything!"
As she continued to plead with me to hang on, I finally managed to clear my lungs and eke out a few words.
"Don't…*cough* *cough* Don't leave me."
My words seemed to silence her for a moment as she met my eyes, resolve flashing behind her irises as she grasped my hand tight between her own. "Never."
There fell a strained silence between us as I spent my last few moments staring into the eyes of this strange girl who could somehow fly. I found myself wondering what kind of world I found myself in. Even though I was having difficulties remembering anything of my past, something told me that wherever I came from humans had their feet planted firmly on the ground.
Lost in my thoughts, I must have zoned out as the young woman finally let go of my hand, tears streaming down her face as she pulled out a phone and dialed 3 quick numbers before brining the small device up to her ear.
"This is Glory Girl," she managed to squeeze out. "I need an ambulance at the alley between the Grantebridge apartment buildings. I found a teenager, about 18 years old with an iron rod sticking through his chest. He… he died…"
She seemed to say this mournfully as she met my eyes again, at least until she noticed me staring back at her. When I once again tried to speak only to cough up more blood, she squeaked and dropped her phone.
After realizing that I was in fact still alive there was a couple hectic minutes of conversation between the now named Glory Girl and the emergency line operator as she explained to them that I had returned to life (Clearly this girl was a bit of a ditz as she took my ability to get lost in my own thoughts while under the effect of a mortal wound as a sign of death) and that my condition was seemingly stable even with an iron rod sticking out of me. After she hung up the phone she helped me sit up, using her bare hand to shear right through the back of the iron rod keeping me stuck to what appeared to be a bed frame thrown out in the alleyway. Once I had sat up, I finished coughing up the rest of the blood in my lungs and met the severe stare of an irritated Glory Girl hands on her hips as she floated a couple inches above me.
"Why didn't you tell me you are a brute? What's your power? Regeneration? Redundant biology? I thought you were dying you jerk!" This young woman was yelling at me but I did not understand any of the words coming out of her mouth as she went off on a tirade about some kind of superhero culture that seemed to exist here. It seemed that powered individuals were common here.
"Hey." I interrupted the teenage girls rambling as I resolved to get more information on the scenario I found myself in. I was clearly one of these powered individuals as I remained alive even after being impaled through the chest and choking on my own blood.
"How did you know that I have powers?" I asked her. She met my gaze with one of disbelief, as she gestured towards me with one hand.
"Dude. You are dressed in a bright red cape outfit. Clearly you are some kind of parahuman, I just didn't know what kind. After I saw you falling out of the sky while on patrol I assumed you had lost control of your powers, or maybe some flight tinker tech malfunctioned. If you had just told me that you were a brute instead of getting all dramatic on me I wouldn't have wasted tears on you you jerk!"
She was clearly working herself up again so I interrupted her once more with a vital question.
"What's a parahuman?"