Injustice 1.5 - Chapter 3: Forsaken
Not knowing how long it has been, two green eyes slowly flickered open.
He soon became aware that what happened was certainly not a nightmare, it had really happened.
Everything hit him at once, the memories.
Everything that had happened in his life came flooding back all at once.
The green monkey, Sakutia, the cure, his mutation, the death of his parents, his abusive uncle, Doom Patrol, meeting the Titans, the Beast incident. His death?
The painful memories came to an abrupt stop, he was confused at the fact that he remembered his own death, yet, here he was.
The most obvious question exited his mouth, "How am I alive?"
He looked around the lab for some sort of clue, after searching for a few minutes he had found the scientist's notebook, he opened the book slowly and started to read the notes, he froze when he saw the word 'clone'.
A theory that all scientists have on the subject of cloning is that when the clone finds out their a clone, they don't take it well at all.
This theory was very true at this point.
He was horrified in fact, the word 'clone' kept repeating in his head, seemingly taunting him. How long had he been in the stasis pod? How long had he been 'dead'?
Asking himself these questions didn't help, it only made everything worse.
Had he not killed the one who somehow cloned him from a burnt corpse, he would probably know the answers by now.
He shook with anger, not at anyone, but himself.
He had let the Beast free, and at the worst possible time, or was it the right time?
It took about half an hour for him to recollect his thoughts, to regain control of himself, of his emotions, to gain composure, to be calm, to keep his inner demon at bay, to think clearly.
He soon came to the conclusion that staying here wouldn't help at all, he had to leave the lab, and to find anybody who could help.
A few names came to mind, but who said he could possibly know where they were right now, he didn't even know the year, let alone the day.
Not even the time.
As he got to his feet he remembered that turning his transformation his clothing had torn, he needed better clothes, he soon found the scientist's locker and found some clean clothes there.
A hoodie for some reason and jeans, he also found some leather boots and gloves.
He pulled the hood over his head and started looking for a way out.
Not five minutes later did he find the well-hidden exit, as he opened the door and stepped out into the world that he had been away from for as long as he could remember he found himself outside the city limits of Metropolis.