Dimensional Warrior
Chapter 4
Harry floated above the Grey home in Annandale New York a mixture of magic and telepathy rendering him invisible. He stared down at the three-story home, the light shining from the windows giving him a glimpse of the dark shutters.
Sending his mind outward, his spirit left his body.
Now as a pale translucent version of himself, he phased through the walls.
Standing in the center of the family home, he stared at his grandfather, John Grey as he sat reading a newspaper on a cream-colored couch. His grandmother set behind him in a cream-colored wingback chair, cradling his sleeping mother.
They look so similar to how he remembered them, but also different.
This John Grey was 6'2" tall. Just like his counterpart, but his shoulders weren't as broad. He had brown eyes instead of green and black hair instead of red.
Amazingly, they had the same ancestors. Alexander Grey, but whereas and his world, Alexander Grey was a powerful telepath, the Alexander Grey of this world was not.
Shaking his head, he once again focused on his grandfather, he was dressed in a black turtleneck, with a tan-colored blazer over the top of it. Grey slacks and brown dress shoes completed his ensemble.
A smile full of melancholy stretched across his face, 'They even dress similarly.' Although his grandfather never liked jackets, he said it restricted his movements while on the job.
Slowly spinning, he focused on his grandmother.
Elaine Grey looked almost exactly like her counterpart, being 5'6", with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was dressed in a white blouse and jeans. Her barefoot bounced as she unconsciously rocked to keep her daughter asleep.
Like her husband, she too was missing the Psionic abilities of her counterpart. She also lacked the defined muscle of agent training and some curves, but she had the same caring aura.
He moved forward, peering down at his infant mother. Even as an infant, he could tell she would look almost exactly like her counterpart. He could sense the spark within her, eager to awaken when the time was right.
Releasing his hold on his spiritual body, he allowed himself to float through the ceiling. This version of his family was close, but they lacked the bond that could only be formed by a fully psychic family.
He shook his head, this wasn't helping him, all he was doing was torturing himself with things that would never be.
–XX –
Opening his eyes, Harry shoved his hands into the pockets of his crimson trench coat. Angling his body to where his stomach was facing the ground, he shot off. The memory of the last time he saw his grandparents, and the day he lost his love flashing through his mind.
–XX –
Fourteen-year-old Harry John Warkiller moved through the city of metropolis, broken glass crunching under his feet. A blue luminescent spear in his hand.
He glanced to the side.
Donna Troy floated in the air beside him, her brown hair fluttering in the wind. Her skintight black suit outlining her curvaceous body, her silver wristbands glinting in the light.
"Donna, I really don't think we should be here."
Her light blue eyes locked with his emerald green.
Her lips curled in a determined sneer, "We have the blood of the gods in our veins, we must prove we are worthy of their legacy."
Harry sighed. He knew what this was really about.
Donna wanted to prove she was worthy of her mother's, Diana Princess of Themyscira's legacy. He glanced at her again, she was created in a similar way to his father.
After Diana fell to the Daemonite's, the Amazons took her body and the blood of her lover Scott Summers, and perform the ritual of sacrificing another Amazon to birth Donna, the new princess of Themiscira, the granddaughter of Hippolyta.
After her birth, she was given to his father, James Warkiller to guard and train while the Amazons continued to fight the Daemonites. The Amazons were gone now, having either been killed or possessed by the Daemonites.
With the Amazons dead, Donna had always felt like she needed to prove herself.
A pebble bouncing along the road made them pause.
Sunlight began to flow into Donna's body.
Bright yellow gauntlets with twin blades protruding from the knuckles formed around her hands.
Donna's father, Scott summers, was a pilot for the US military. He met Diana when he was piloting an experimental aircraft that allowed him to fire his optic blast from the aircraft as artillery. Donna had inherited his mutant gene. This allows her to absorb, manipulate, and expel most types of energy.
Harry scanned the buildings.
The lower windows of skyscrapers were busted. The windows were full of darkness, looking like small portals to other worlds.
Shattered glass glittered along the street.
Cars lined the side of or sat in the middle of streets as improvised barricades. Someone flipped over completely, showing their underside the sky. Others were on the sides leaking fluid onto the asphalt.
A humanoid shadow moved along the street.
High-pitched laughter echoed off the buildings.
"Well, what do we have here?"
Instinctively, Donna and Harry moved closer together, drawing comfort from one another as their backs pressed together.
"Okay," Donna began, her light blue eyes scanning for threats, "maybe you were right."
"If we get out of this alive, I'm going to want you to repeat that."
"We want a lot of things, but that doesn't necessarily mean we're going to get it."
Though he couldn't see anything, glass scattered on the ground a foot before him dug deeper into the asphalt.
With a shout, he released a blast of telekinetic energy from his body.
It exploded outwards in a translucent blue dome.
At that exact moment, Donna grunted, and her presence disappeared from behind him. Spinning, he caught sight of Donna being dragged through the air by a woman with blond hair.
"Not them, please, anyone but them."
"Oh Harry, I'm hurt. Don't you want to spend a little time with your grandfather?"
Harry spun, slinging his spear at the spot he had noticed before.
It sailed through empty air.
Releasing the construct, it faded out of existence just as a motion to his right caught his attention.
Spinning his body, he conjured a shield along his right arm, just in time to block the swipe of incoming claws.
Jumping back, Harry switched his shield to his left arm, while leveling a freshly conjured psionic spear before him.
He stared at the man that used to be his grandfather.
He was 6'2" tall, with a square face, broad shoulders, short red hair that curled at the back of his neck, and emerald green eyes.
His muscled frame was covered by a black sweater, khaki pants, brown dress shoes, and a black leather trench coat.
"You're not my grandfather, just someone wearing his skin."
The creature placed a large hand over his heart, feigning pain as it stumbled backward.
Then its mouth spread impossibly wide, revealing two rows of serrated teeth, "it's no fun when you know the game." His skin rippled taking on a scale-like texture as its color change to dark green.
"Then again, it is refreshing."
Harry's eyes flicked from side to side, "Where are the others?"
The Grey family had been attacked by a mated pair of Daemonite's that had taken over his grandfather and grandmother at their place of work. His grandmother then carried the infant Daemonite's gestating in her body to her other children.
It was good and bad luck that his mother was helping on the front lines. Good, because she wasn't taken over. Bad because she didn't get to say goodbye.
There was something about the meta mutant gene that allowed Daemonites to almost completely merge with the host. Within twenty-four hours, the host sense of self, their soul was gone, consumed by the Daemonite to strengthen it.
Once that was done, the Daemonite had a host until they burned the body up. Usually, the Grey Clan would attack together, taking pleasure in the horror they instilled as a family unit.
"Their around," the creature said rubbing his stomach.
Harry's face twisted in disgust, "You ate them, I knew you Daemonites were immoral creatures, but I didn't think you would eat your own children."
Though he was horrified at what the Daemonite had done, he was also saddened that he would no longer get to see the faces of his family. Even if they were possessed, he took some comfort in knowing that maybe, just maybe his family was alive somewhere deep down inside.
The creature raised his shoulders, "it's recently been discovered that by consuming weaker Daemonites, we can grow in power. It's better this way. It makes us stronger as a species."
"Besides," his body swelled with strength, widening and growing a foot taller, "I have consumed the power of all their vessels."
A large pointed tongue slithered out of his mouth, licking thick green lips, "I am curious what your flesh tastes like though. How much power will I gain after eating you?" He screamed the last question as he leaped forward.
–XX –
For a moment, Donna froze as a person, a woman by the shape of her body, grabbed her and carried her off. Regaining her senses, she twisted, slamming her elbow into the woman's ribs.
The woman released her with an oof.
Spinning in the air, she turned to face her assailant.
She was 5'6" and slender with a notable bust, a narrow face, and blonde hair.
She wore a white blouse that showed a bit of cleavage from the knot tied at her stomach, and formfitting jeans that showed the curves of her lower body. Her bare feet pointed to the ground as she hovered in the air.
She rubbed her ribs with a thin hand, the sleeves of her blouse rolled up to her forearms, "That hurt you know."
Donna raised a thin eyebrow, "Well, you surprised me, so I think we're even."
The woman nodded, her skin rippling as it took on a pale reptilian-like texture. Needlelike teeth poked out of her mouth, and a thin serpentine tongue tasted the air.
Inhaling through her nose, Donna drew more power in from the sun, shaping it into a protective aura around her body.
The woman cocked her head to the side, her vertical pupils widening in excitement, "Oh, I can't wait to have that power."
"Who are you, and what do you want?"
Her left ridged eyebrow rose, "You can call me Elaine. After all, that was the name of this vessel."
"And you want my power?"
"Yes, I believe it will help me and my husband with our goals."
"Your goals?"
Elaine waved her hand, her fingernails now black and pointed, "That's not important."
"Fair enough," Donna phased out of view.
Elaine's hand snapped to the side, catching Donna's incoming fist.
Twisting her body in a way that was only possible to someone who could fly, Donna slammed both feet into Elaine's ribs. Blood exploded out of Elaine's mouth as she was launched sideways.
She slammed into the wall of a nearby building, sending spiderweb cracks spreading out from the concrete at her impact.
–XX –
Jumping back, Harry thrust his hand forward. A blast of pure psychic force exploding from his body. However, instead of throwing the creature backward, it impacted him, bleeding often streamers of translucent blue psychic energy.
The creature slammed into the ground where he had been standing, hissing laughter echoing from its throat, "Did you forget about this vessel's ability?"
Blue energy flared around Harry, outlining his body in a faint blue glow as he funneled telekinetic energy through his limbs. Bending his legs, he shot forward in a burst of speed, a cloud of dust trailing behind him.
Throwing a punch, the Daemonite wearing his grandfather's face twisted out of the way, bringing its knee up towards his gut.
Thrusting his left hand towards the incoming knee, he launched himself backward through the air.
Reaching out to the side, concrete exploded off a nearby building. It spun, forming into a rough stone spear.
The creature cocked his head to the side, "Your…"
Leveling his spear forward, Harry charged.
Forcing his will down the weapon, symbols began to slither along its length from where he gripped it. Stone began to flake off as he closed the distance.
Again, his opponent drifted to the side, but this time, Harry spun, the blade of the spear, growing and curving as he rotated his body.
A roar exploded from the creature as his blade met flesh, cleaving through the skin, but stopping as it struck a rib.
–XX –
Stretching her hand forward, a blast of pure solar energy exploded from her palm.
Elaine looked up as the blast approached its energy reflected in her eyes.
Projecting her will outward, a pink translucent barrier appeared before her.
As the blast struck the barrier, it bounced off, warping into something you'd see in a lava lamp before flowing into her body.
Donna's eyes widened as she floated away from the building.
Elaine cocked her head to the side, "Do you like it, it's a new ability? I collected it from," she looked up in thought, a finger tapping at her chin, "I think your people called her Captain Marvel," a sinister smile spread across her face, "she was delicious."
An echoing laugh burst past her lips, "I can still hear her screams."
A bead of cold sweat rolled down Donna's face. What should she do now? Her abilities would only make this monster stronger. Her hand dropped to the sword that shimmered into existence at her waist.
Gripping its hilt, she slowly withdrew it from its sheath.
Holding it across her body, she angled it so light reflected off the blade.
It was time to fight like an Amazon.
For the second time that day, she phased out of existence, funneling the energy in her body to increase her physical attributes.
–XX –
The creature inhabiting John Gray's body pried itself off Harry's blade, blood flowing down his side from a deep gash.
"This isn't fun anymore." In the blink of an eye, he blurred out of existence.
Harry's head snapped to the side.
Blood exploded passed his lips as a fist impacted his jaw.
His body lurched sideways from the impact, but a hand snagged his wrist, holding him in place.
A knee slammed into his ribs, sending the breath exploding from his lungs.
He gasped coughing as his vision swam from lack of oxygen.
The hand holding his wrist released him, and he began falling through the air.
Intertwined hands slammed into the space between his shoulder blades, driving him towards the earth.
On instinct, he twisted his body so that his feet pointed towards the ground.
He impacted the ground, his legs bending to cushion the impact. He swayed sideways, stumbling to the left.
Shaking his head, he lashed out with his power. Gathering every bit of concrete and glass from the street and hurling it upwards.
The creature thrust his hand forward, blowing a hole through the debris.
Only to find that Harry was gone.
Suddenly, a weight landed on his shoulders.
He gagged as Harry wrapped his legs around his neck.
Snarling, Harry slammed his hands on either side of the Daemonite's head, his eyes shining with power.
–XX –
The Daemonite that inhabited John Grey found himself in a dark void.
Harry appeared before him.
He took a step forward, but before he could move any farther. Translucent blue chains flu up from the darkness, snaking around his legs and wrists.
"Where are we?"
"We are in your mind. You foolishly use the psychic energy of my family to increase your physical power, instead of learning their individual abilities to make yourself a more diverse threat. Now, you will pay the price for that mistake."
Reaching out with his mind, Harry grabbed the spiritual scraps of the people the Daemonite had eaten and lent them his power. Pale translucent figures began to flow up from the darkness, his grandfather, John Grey in the lead.
Without a word, they surged forward.
The Daemonite thrashed in his chains, but they held.
He screamed as the specters converged on him, their fingers transforming into claws. Their teeth digging into his flesh.
The chains slipped off his body as it began to disappear.
When there was nothing left of the creature, the spirit of John Grey turned to his grandson. With a silent nod, he and the rest of the spirits faded away, releasing a bright light, that forced Harry to leave the creature's mind.
–XX –
Harry came back to his senses, his legs wrapped around the creature's neck, the only thing keeping it aloft. Prying his hands free of the creature's head. He winced as he saw the burned handprints in the scaly flesh, a testament to the potency of the power he used.
Raising his left hand, his fingers curled around the hilt of a short 8-inch sword. Rotating the blade so that it pointed downwards, he drove it into the top of the creature's head. Unwrapping himself from the creature's body, he leaped backward, detonating the sword as he soared through the air.
For a moment, he watched as the creature's body was disintegrated in a blast of pure psychic power. Closing his eyes, he said a silent prayer for his fallen family Before turning and flying away.
–XX –
Elaine crossed her arms, only for Donna's blade to sliced through them. She screamed as her hands fell towards the ground, blood shooting from the stumps to cover her face.
Twisting her body, Donna brought her leg around in a kick that slammed Elaine's head into the wall. Bits of concrete and dust exploded from the impact.
Floating back, she lunged forward, her blade poised to pierce Elaine's heart.
Suddenly, a bright flash filled her vision.
Energy passed through her body, making her tense.
When it faded, she watched Elaine's body crumbled to dust.
Her gaze flicked around, her light blue eyes searching for her opponent.
"What happened?"
A chill went down her spine as she heard a voice reverberate in her mind.
'I found a new vessel, were going to have so much fun together.'
"No!" Donna flipped the blade around so that it pointed towards her heart, but found herself unable to drive it through, her sense of self was already fading.
Harry appeared, hovering in the air before her.
Her body lurched forward, her blade, rotating to point at Harry.
Harry knocked the blade away, "Donna, what's going on?"
'Harry, help,' she screamed within her mind.
Harry's eyes widened, "No," he whispered.
High-pitched laughter exploded from Donna's lips, "That's right, little boy, she's mine now."
Harry lashed out with his mind but found his probe blocked.
"Harry," Donna gasped, breathing heavily as she fought for control of her body, "you have to kill me."
Harry shook his head, his eyes wide, "no, there has to be another way."
Donna's gaze hardened, "You know there's not. Please, I don't want this monster using my body for horrible things." With great effort, she flung her sword at Harry.
Harry caught the blade, its weight almost unbearable with what he was being asked to do.
Donna lunged forward again, but Harry moved out of the way.
"Please," Donna begged tears streaming down her face, "I can feel myself fading."
Memories of them together flash through his mind.
Training, adventure, their first kiss.
Harry floated forward, "Donna, I…"
"I know, I love you too."
The relief that she wasn't going to be used as this creature's tool seemed to give her strength. She pushed Elaine away, "Looks like you'll have to be the legacy of the gods now." Her body twitched; the pupil of her left eye became a vertical slit.
"Do it!" She shouted.
Harry blurred, in the blink of an eye, Donna's sword punched out her back, crimson liquid dripping from the blade.
She gasped, clinging to Harry. "It worked, I can feel her fading with me, she's too weak to jump vessels."
Tears began to flow down Harry's cheeks, "I'm sorry," he croaked.
"Don't be," she cupped his cheek, "you've saved me."
She leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips as the life faded from her body.
As the sun sank beneath the horizon, Harry clung to Donna's body, weeping into her lifeless shoulder.
When darkness finally consumed the world, his head snapped back, a primal scream exploding from his throat.
–XX –
Eyes burning with unshed tears, Harry clenched his fist.
He had taken Donna's memories of that day so that he would forever remember her sacrifice. He would never allow himself to be put in that situation again. He looked down for a moment, blood dripped from his hands.
With a blink, the blood disappeared.
Shaking his head, he shot off.
–XX –
Floating above a mountain in Germany, Harry released a wave of telekinetic energy.
Molding it into a drill bit, he dropped through the air.
His body shook as the drill bit tore through the mountain, sending dust and bits of rock into the air.
Eventually, he broke through, landing in a small chamber at the base of the mountain.
Symbols flared to life around the room, burning with a blue-white light.
Magic thrummed in the air, Asgard magic.
This was one of the few places on earth that was slightly out of sync with their plane of existence. Here it would be easier and less conspicuous to travel to Asgard, but he would still need some help.
Moving towards a stone pedestal in the center of the room, he stared at the skeleton in its center.
He was broad, a ratty green lowing cloth wrapped around its waist. Two Golden wristbands were attached to its wrist.
This man was Siegfried, a mortal incarnation of Thor.
Conjuring a Psionic knife, Harry sliced his palm.
Angling his gaze upward, he spoke.
"Heimdall, I know you watch this place as you watch everywhere. By the blood of my grandfather, Balder I ask you to grant me passage to Asgard, so that I may see the dwarfs and learn the art of forging."
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then, thunder rumbled in the sky.
A bolt of lightning shot down.
Before Harry could react, the lightning struck him.
When the lightning faded, all that was left was a scorch mark wafting smoke into the air.