Ressurection
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NGL (New Gotham Laboratory) – 11:56 PM
“Mhm… I wha—”
The first words I ever spoke.
I woke as if I had just been born—no memories, no sense of self. My vision was a blur of shadows, my ears filled with the relentless beeping of machines. Each sound stabbed through the silence, mechanical and cold.
A voice cut through the noise.
(Doctor 1) "Professor, subject A-207 is awake. Vitals are stable.”
Before I could process it, a shadow loomed over me—large, suffocating.
"Ah… 207," Ivo said as he looked at me
His voice was almost gentle.
“How are you feeling, my child? Foggy vision? Headaches? Dizzy, perhaps?”
My sight began to clear.
And then I saw him.
A man—if that word still applied. Most of his face was gone, burned away into something grotesque. What remained of his skin clung to him like melted wax. One eye stared at me, sharp and alive.
And his smile—
That smile.
I had just become his new favorite toy.
I looked down.
My entire body was strapped to a metal table—tight restraints digging into my wrists, my chest, my legs. Needles pierced my skin everywhere, feeding something into me… or taking something out. A strange sensation pulsed in my chest.
A tingle.
Like static.
The moment I became aware of my body, I struggled.
“Now, now, child,” Ivo said softly. “Struggling is useless. There are still… so many things to try.”
He paused.
Then he smiled.
There was something bright in his eyes—hope, almost.
But it wasn’t hope.
It was malice.
“Pressure,” he continued, almost reverently, “is what makes diamonds, after all.”
He straightened. “Begin the procedures, gentlemen.”
It went on for days.
They cut me open. Took me apart. Studied me.
Saws. Scissors. Hammers.
Bones shattered. Flesh burned.
And every time—every single time—I was whole again by the end of it. No scars. No wounds. As if nothing had happened.
Except I remembered everything.
NGL (New Gotham Laboratory) – 10:23 Am
Then, one day, they changed something.
Electricity.
“Vitals stable,” one of them said. “Increase to 200 volts.”
The moment the current hit—
That feeling in my chest returned.
Stronger.
Alive.
It spread through me, racing along my veins, filling every inch of my body. My back arched against the restraints as something inside me… answered.
Light.
Blue.
Bright.
It poured out from my chest, pulsing like a heartbeat. The machines around me flickered—then screamed.
And then—
They bent toward me.
The electricity, the light, the power—it wasn’t hurting me.
It was coming to me.
Like I was pulling it in.
Like I was meant to.
It felt—
Warm.
Safe.
The closest thing to a hug I had ever known.
“Shut it down!” someone screamed.
Too late.
I let go.
The explosion tore through the room.
White lightning erupted outward, ripping metal apart, burning everything it touched. The air filled with the stench of charred flesh and smoke. Screams cut short. Lights burst. Walls cracked.
Silence followed.
For the first time since I opened my eyes—
I was free.
The restraints hung broken at my sides. The table was nothing but twisted metal.
Alarms blared in the distance.
I didn’t hesitate.
I ran.
The lab was a maze.
Corridors twisted into each other, doors slammed shut, alarms screaming overhead. I ran without thinking—too fast to stop, too fast to turn.
A wall appeared in front of me.
Solid metal.
I braced for impact—
—and went straight through it.
Not slowed. Not stopped.
It tore apart like paper.
I didn’t look back.
I kept running, straight ahead, my body moving faster than my thoughts could keep up. There was only one idea in my mind:
Out.
I bent my knees and jumped.
Hard.
For a split second, everything felt… wrong.
The world didn’t move.
I did.
The floor vanished beneath me. People below—scientists in white coats, others in suits—froze in place, their mouths open in silent screams.
They weren’t falling.
I was rising.
Higher.
Higher.
Fourteen floors in a single leap.
I came down fast.
Too fast.
But I didn’t break.
I didn’t even stumble.
Ahead of me, a crowd surged toward a massive glass door. Panic funneled them all in the same direction.
So I followed.
Or maybe—
I led.
I hit the door at full speed.
Glass shattered around me, exploding outward in a storm of shards.
And then—
Light.
Blinding.
I stopped.
For the first time since I woke up… I stopped.
The world outside stretched endlessly, flooded with something I had never seen before—yet somehow understood.
The sun.
Warm. Bright. Alive.
Beautiful.
I didn’t know how I knew.
I just did.
