Life. The greatest miracle...and also the greatest mystery. Since the beginning of time, humans have long since searched for it's meaning.
This is the tale of one beings search for a purpose.
Though his eyes were shut, a red light was pulsing through his eyelids, beckoning him to take a peek through his closed eyes. His limbs were weightless, and he felt as though he was floating in space. The thoughts that were flowing in his mind processed slowly, seeming to squeeze themselves through a thin tube.
He saw how he was in a flowing meadow and what seemed to be a structure a little bit further from where his consciousness could see. And three figures were standing in front of it. A young creature with blue eyes and a kind smile. The other two seemed to be slightly older. And many other figures.
Suddenly, he was somewhere else. It held a sort of foreboding feeling. Not that the figure could understand it. And he saw many strange and slightly horrendous things. Heard what sounded like screaming of injured beings.
Then, all of a sudden, he was in a calm black void. As he began to take deep breaths so as to calm himself from what he had just seen, his chest started rising and falling, the thoughts started to become clearer, yet also farther away. He was slowly gaining consciousness, and his curiosity forced him to finally open his eyes.
'Where...am I?' Thought the nameless figure as he slightly opened his eyes.
He soon realised that he was indeed floating, though it wasn't in mid-air as he had originally suspected. Rather, he was stuck in some sort of red, bubbling liquid. From behind the glass that contained him, he saw strange beings that were just staring back at him.
Though he wasn't sure how, he knew that these beings were called humans. Scientists. He failed to recall just how he had learned this, nor was he sure of why he was stuck in a glass cylinder, and this troubled him deeply.
'This...this is not the same. Was everything before just a dream?' He shut his eyes again. The life was being sucked out of him, and before he could fully process what was occurring, he felt himself drift off. 'Why...'
He wanted to hang on, to continue to ponder this dilemma, when he heard movement from outside of his container. People were speaking.
"Doctor, have a look at this," a female voice said sharply to the head scientist.
"What is it?" The man asked in confusion as one of his workers came up to him with a data pad that seemed to show an erratic scanner.
"Its brainwaves. They're surging!" The female scientist exclaimed with glee at the mere implication as to what this could mean for everyone.
"Let me see." A moment's silence, and then, "She's right!"
Several voices broke out at once.
"Finally!" A male voice said in excitement?
"Let's run another scan!" Another voice said.
"Its mind is racing!" The female voice from before exclaimed.
He then cracked his eyes open once again, and his vision was blurrier than before. All he could hear was the babble of loud voices speaking about in an excited manner. Strange images then began racing through his mind. He saw himself flying through clear, blue skies. His body was big, strong, and tall... then he was suddenly looking down at a blazing landscape with screaming being heard in every direction. Feeling a sense of pride and disgust?
'Those voices,' he thought, forcing the images that he had seen from his mind. They confused him, and he had to concentrate on what was taking place around him. 'They're outside...where I must be.'
The urge to escape was overwhelming, he felt his body start to shake and his eyes began to burn. The glass surrounding him then began to crack, and a siren went off in the distance. Finally, as the humans turned their heads towards the cracking, the glass finally shattered, releasing the red liquid that had kept him suspended.
He sat cross-legged as the liquid pooled to the floor, and he took in his first breath of sharp air. It stung his nose, but it filled his chest and allowed his thoughts to become sharper, clearer. He observed the people around him; he was frightened of them, though he knew not why. The air was chilly, and so he drew his legs closer to his body.
"Radio Waller at the Base and tell her what's happened-." One male voice sounded out to one of his fellow scientists before the Head of their division spoke up.
"Quiet!" a man's voice rang out. "Let us hear it's psychic powers."
The humans gathered around him, and he was capable of making out their faces. The man who had just spoken had brown, wavy hair, rectangular glasses, and a grin plastered across his face. Each of the humans was dressed in a trench coat, and other than the man who seemed to be in charge, they were all eyeing him with apprehension.
"Psychic powers?" he asked softly. He wasn't sure what this meant, and he thought back to how he had just escaped. Was that a demonstration of these 'powers'? His voice was heard, but it was not through his mouth.
"For years we've struggled to clone extraterrestrial beings of great powers in order to prove our theories," the man explained, "but you're the first specimen to survive."
He motioned with a sweep of his arm to the wall that was to the right hand side of them, where two portraits hung. One was of a well built human with black locks on his head, along with strange cloths, and had black eyes with a smile?, upon his visage. The second depicted a strange gray humanoid being that seemed to demand respect and fear, with eyes like fire.
The head doctor from before then began to speak once more. "Those are the beings from which we spliced you from. Superman, the last Son of Krypton. And Darkseid, The ruler and New God of Apokolips. It is from their DNA that we have created you, Genesis!" He proudly proclaimed, giving the being across from him his own name.
'Genesis...' he muttered, reflecting on his name. It disgusted him. "Am I only a copy? Nothing but their shadows?" The newly named Genesis indignantly asked.
"You are far greater than either of them," the man assured him. "You have been improved through the power of human ingenuity. We used the most advanced techniques to further develop your awesome psychic powers from Darkseid's DNA to the power of ten. Your other powers are also magnified through the combination of your predecessors." The doctor proclaimed, as if he was a masterpiece to be praised.
After a moment of silence, Genesis then said telepathically, "So I am simply the end result of your experiment," he spat, his voice shaking with rage at the thought of being just a imitation to his two donors. "What becomes of me now that your experiment is over?"
"Oh, our experiment isn't over yet—it's just beginning! Now the serious testing begins." The doctor said in an almost unhinged way.
Genesis curled into a tighter ball, glaring at them doctor and his accomplices furiously. His mind was besieged with the hate that he felt, and he could think of nothing else. He didn't want to know how he had been created, or how he had learned to speak. He didn't want to know more about Superman or Darkseid, or these scientists, or any of this.
'These humans, they care nothing for me.' Genesis thought to himself, not knowing that had was thinking in his own mind and not out loud.
The scientists around him began to shake one another's hands, applauding their colleagues for their efforts. They were smiling and laughing, rambling on about the work they had done and what they had managed to achieve. His eyes narrowed at this display, and he looked down at his hands. Staring at his palms, he listened to their self-congratulations, and strange images began to appear in his head again. He was floating through the clouds, light as a feather, heading over to a mountain...he was wonderfully free...
Instead of brushing away the images like last time, he embraced them, allowing each one to fuel his anger as his hands clenched into fists. 'Is that my purpose? Am I just an experiment? A laboratory specimen?' He thought angrily.
He wanted to be liberated, and to drift about peacefully, high in the sky. He had no intentions of being trapped in a laboratory like a rat.
He sat up straighter, and felt the strange energy pulsing through his body once again. He then proclaimed for all to hear, "This cannot be my destiny!"
Glass containers that were around the laboratory were beginning to crack, and as the energy flowing through him grew stronger, he felt his body levitate into the air.
Before the shocked humans could react to this declaration, Genesis spread his arms out wide, and all those around him instantly flew back, yelling in surprise. His psychic energy, taking the shape of a blue and red orb that surrounded him, let loose a current of raw power, and several machines in the room caught fire. A group of metal claws reached down, attempting to hold him in place, but with no more than a flick of his hand he smashed them all into pieces. His strength and telepathic powers more than enough to take care of the pathetic machinery.
He snapped his head to the left and the right, each time causing the walls in both directions to crumble. The humans were crying out in horror now, unsure of what to do, and he revelled in their panic.
As the other doctors fled from the room, He scanned across the room in order to find the man in charge, and before long he finally spotted him through a sheet of flames. Breaking through the latter with ease, he stared down at the panting scientist, who's right lens from his glasses had cracked from when he was thrown.
"We dreamed of creating the worlds strongest Being," the man breathed as he watched his greatest creation began to surround itself with energy though his half cracked glasses, he then gave a resigned smile and finished, "and we succeeded."
Fury welling up inside of him like an unstoppable force, Genesis let all of his energy rush out of his body, and watched as a beam of burning light burst through the ceiling of the laboratory. There was one colossal detonation, which shook the very core of his being, and then smoke began to drift all around him.
"Behold my powers," he exclaimed savagely. "I am the strongest being in the world—stronger even than Superman or Darkseid."
He was standing in the rubble of the laboratory, and the stench of burning metal reached his nose. Disgusted, he began to walk away from the building, satisfied by the destruction he had caused. What had once been a powerful, luxurious facility was now reduced to nothing but rubble.
Once he was away from where the proud facility once stood, he then found himself on the shores of the island that had been used as a location of secrecy. Genesis simply stood up straight and looked out at the sea in thought. 'Who am I? And what is my purpose?'
He then thought to the vivid memories that he had received from his two donors. Their memories of things that held a somewhat special place in their hearts.
From the memoirs from the being now known to him as Darkseid, he could tell that nothing held a place of in his heart.
But from the Kryptonian, he had seen the faces that had flashed through his mind earlier. They were the ones who had raised Superman. He seemed to know where they were currently at. He didn't know why be he decided on his first course of action. He would find these people and question them about their adoptive son.
Authors note: Hey guys! It's been awhile! Happy new year and hope you are all doing better. Decided to try my hand at making the very first clone of both Superman and Darkseid.
If you're wondering just how my guy could possibly have psychic powers, then look up all of Darkseids powers. He actually had them, but rarely uses them.
Anyhoo, I'm back and starting to rework on some of my works!! Prepare for some chapters down the line.
