"Testing, one, two three." I said.
Making sure the audio function of my recording device was in perfect working order.
Once I was sure that it was I then checked to see if the visual function of the device was working. Then once I was certain it was just like before I moved onto another part of the recording device I was using, until I had inspected every inch of it and made it all of its parts were functional.
The moment I finished this I sat down in front of the device and inhaled and exhaled several times, working to calm my nerves.
Since out of all the things I've done, and experienced, in my life this is by far one of the most terrifying in my own personal book.
Which is creating this video journal, and telling my story.
A task I really did not want to do.
But after some words and convincing from the people closest to me I changed my mind.
Because I realized this video journal of mine might be able to guide another.
Either to keep them from making the same mistakes I did, or help them resolve a crisis they are facing.
So with that in mind, and a few other things, here I am.
After several minutes my nerves finally calmed.
I then made a mental quick note to edit those first few moments of the video journal out when it was completed. Since I'm pretty certain people wouldn't watch to me simply breathing.
Then again, who knows.
Either way that part is definitely getting taken out.
"Alright then. Let's do this." I muttered. I then looked straight at the recording device. "Hello there. To whoever is watching this let me start out by saying that if what I am about to say helps you in any way then I am glad I actually decided to do this in the first place. And if it doesn't then that's just how it is. It will be a fact I cannot change. But I do hope that will not be the case. So let's get into it. First off, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Erik Magnus. I am a metahuman, superhero, entrepreneur, husband, but most importantly a father. But like a great many people I did not start out that way. And if you wanted to know how I ended up like I currently am then we have to go all the way back to the beginning..."
Yes, the beginning.
Events I remember like they were yesterday.
All of which started the day my second life began.
People say that the only real guarantee about life is the unexpected, and that how you handle the unexpected determines the kind of life you will lead.
Honestly I never real gave that quote much thought.
But after what has happened to me I've decided to make it my personal mantra.
Seeing as how I have just woken up in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. Even though I am pretty sure I should be dead.
Given that the last thing I remember was seeing a bolt of lighting come down from the sky and strike me. Then everything went dark.
Of course that doesn't mean I'm dead. Since I've read stories on the internet of people surviving lighting strikes.
But again I am in an unfamiliar room, and the room itself is not one you would find at any sort of hospital.
No, as I look around the room I'm in looks like it belongs to a teenage boy.
Which I would know considering I was a teenage boy myself once upon a time.
But that was back in 2010's. Now I am 25 years old and the year itself is 2023.
'Boy, how time flies.' I thought.
I then only let said thought linger for a moment before re-focusing on my current situation.
Wondering where the hell I am, and why I am here in the first place?
As I pondered those two questions I suddenly moved my hands to either side of my head and began gripping it. Gritting my teeth, and curling up into the fetal position.
Because out of nowhere a massive headache just assaulted me.
Not only that but images began flashing in my mind the moment the headache began. Images I had no idea what to make of.
"What's...happening?!" I managed to grit out. The pain of my headache getting worse and worse as the seconds went by. The same with the flashing of images in my mind.
"Agh!" I screamed.
Then right after I did the pain became the worst intensity it had thus far.
I felt like I was about to pass out.
But then right before I did suddenly both the images and the headache vanished. As if neither had ever existed at all.
When they did I uncurled from my fetal position on the bed, and felt a strange and serene peace wash over me. I also felt shocked to my very core.
Since I now understood my situation in its entirety.
Turns out I did die from getting hit by that bolt of lighting.
How do I know this for sure you might be asking yourself?
Well it's because of those images and headache I just experienced. Only it wasn't as simple as that.
Turns out those images were actually memories.
Memories of the person I have now become.
A boy by the name of Erik Magnus.
Which is actually my name in my previous life.
Coincidence? I think not.
So I, a different Erik Magnus died, then ended up becoming a new Erik Magnus.
But that's not even the strangest thing of this whole ordeal.
No, the strangest thing is that because of the new memories I got from the original Erik Magnus of this world I now know that my new home, my new reality, is a world that only existed as fiction in my previous life. My new reality being none other than the DC Universe.
Yes, the DC Universe.
One of the most well-known comic book universes. A place where magic, aliens, advanced technology, and literal gods exist.
It is also a place where world ending shit takes place every other week.
As I worked to process this I suddenly noticed something I didn't before.
Several objects around the room are floating in the air.
From the flat screen television, to the computer, to Eriks', well now my, cellphone, to my book bag, etc.
All of them are hovering.
Seeing this my confusion in regards to the overall situation increased.
"Okay, what the hell?" I asked myself out loud.
Since things are just getting crazier and crazier by the minute.
A sort of reincarnation, gaining a life in the DC Universe, floating objects. What's next?
No sooner than after I asked myself that question I got an answer.
The door to my room bursting open, I immediately turned my head in its direction, and found myself staring at a woman.
She looks to be in her late 30's to early 40's. She is sporting long dark-blonde hair which length reaches to her mid-back and deep emerald-green colored eyes. She is also wearing glasses. While her clothing consisting of sweatpants and a UCLA sweatshirt.
Looking at me she has a worried expression on her face.
Which I didn't understand why.
Until my new memories gave me the reason.
The woman standing before me is my mother.
Her name being Abigail Magnus.
As I looked at her I recalled memories of my childhood. From her teaching me how to ride a bike, to us watching movies, to her taking care of me when I was sick. To her being an embarrassing mom at all my school events.
The feelings that sprung up when Abigail appeared were to strong to ever dismiss. Leading me to see her as my mother.
Even though I had a good one in my previous life.
I also had a great father, little brother and sister, and good friends.
Who I will now never see again.
As this realization hit me like a ton of bricks my thoughts became muddled. Then before I knew it I was having a minor panic attack.
Moving my hands to my chest I clutched it. Inhaling and exhaling to calm myself down. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't do it.
Then before I knew what was happening I felt arms wrap around me, and pull me into a tight but loving hug.
"Shhh. Everything's okay. You're okay." A soothing voice spoke to me.
I instinctively knew it belong to Abigail.
Where upon hearing it I managed to finally get my bearings.
Once I did the pain in my chest toon receded, and after a few moments it was gone entirely. When it was I pulled myself free of Abigail's hug, a smile on my face. "Thanks mom." I said. The words slipping out as easily as I breathed.
"It's no problem at all." My mother replied. A happy smile on her own face. The worry in it disappearing. Which was then soon replaced with anxiousness. "So, looks like you did inherit some of his gifts after all." She spoke.
Confusing me for a second.
Until my new memories once again came to the rescue.
Them telling me that the "him" Abigail is speaking of is my father in this world.
Neal Emerson.
A name I instantly recognized thanks to my previous life memories.
For that is the civilian name for none other than Doctor Polaris I. An enemy of Green Lantern (Hal Jordan) in the DC Universe. A man who possessed magnokinetic and electromagnetic related powers.
I am his son.
But that doesn't make any sense.
Since as far as I recall Neal Emerson never had a son.
Yet my new memories are telling me I am his son. Since I recall meeting the man a few times before he turned to a full life as a criminal and super-villain.
Once he did my mother cut off all contact between us and him.
Which happened when the original Erik was this world was just five years old. A decade has passed since then and Neal has never even tried to get into contact with us.
So in every since of the word he is a dead beat dad.
Wow.
The hits just keep on coming.
So this means I am a metahuman. Not only that but one who possess powers related to magnetism, and who has the name Erik Magnus.
Just like one of my all time favorite comic book characters Magneto.
Who now in a sense I have become.
Due to the machinations of whatever being or force placed me in my current situation.
Again, I do not have the words.
"Hey Erik, it's okay." Abigail spoke. Bringing my full attention back to her. The woman wearing a determined expression on her face. "Just because you have these powers doesn't mean you'll stop being my son. We'll deal with this together, alright?"
"Alright mom." I replied.
I then leaned back in and hugged her once more, which she easily reciprocated.
As the two of us indulged each other I worked to stopped my mind from racing, and thinking about all the unknown of my situation.
Because there will be plenty of time to deal with that later.
Right now all I want is a moment of peace.
So with that I worked to clear my mind. Eventually being able to do so.
Crash!
But when I did I instantly heard loud crashing sounds filling the room. So with that my mother and I pulled apart and looked to see what the cause of it was. Finding all the objects that had been hovering in the air not anymore.
Me realizing they were only that way in the first place due to me. My powers having affected them.
So when I stopped using them on the objects, which I have no clue how I even did in the first place, this is the result.
"Opps." I muttered.
Suddenly feeling embarrassed and my cheeks heat up.
Which is honestly one of the most normal things that's happened to me since I woke up.
I guess this is one way to kick off the first day of a new life.
I just hope its longer than my last.
Hello Readers. It's me ArifuretaForever coming at you with a brand new story. My first in regards to the DC Universe.
Put simply this one will follow the trial, tribulations, and adventures of an OC MC with the powers of Magneto in the DC Universe. I'm doing this because I rarely see stories like this. I also think are boy Magneto should get much more love. But it is what it is.
Now then in regards to this story I'll try to post a chapter at least once a week. But don't quote me on that. Since I have other stories and real life matters to attend to as well. Sometimes the updates might take a while, but it'll be worth the wait I promise. Since I plan for this tory to be a long one. Filled with many adapted DC storylines. I just hope I get them right.
Which is why feedback will be appreciated.
Also if you want to check out any of my other works then go to my Paetron.
Here is the link: /ArifuretaForever