CHAPTER 416 SUICIDE
I woke up in the new world to find I was in a cell. Beside
was a single bed. The walls around
were white painted cinderblocks. A full steel tal door straight ahead, there was a toilet, small sink, and so pictures taped to a wall. The pictures were all of nude won, which wasn’t too much of a shock for . It appeared that I was in a jail cell, which was a first for
when coming to a new world.
I moved to the sink, but there was no mirror. The toilet was stainless steel but far from clean. Annoyed, there was no water in the toilet either. I couldn’t look at my reflection to get my mory ld. Unsure what else to do I extended my Observation haki out. Hyper focusing it around
I found a sharp object hidden in the bed rolls.
Digging for it I pulled out a shard of a mirror with cloth wrapped around the wide part for a handle. “My own prison shank,” I said in pride as I studied myself. Before the mories ca in this ti though, I noticed that I was old. Far older than any of my other versions had been. I was even older than the
from Returner’s Magic. Wrinkles on my face, gray in my hair, I guessed late 40s. Which was insane, I could have sworn L said these versions would all be younger.
As the mories flooded in, pain wracked my body as it expanded out with new muscles. Cursing, I dropped the shiv as my hand began to bleed. My mind and body screaming at , I began to rember it all.
I was Weston Walker, also known as Rift. Due to an accident involving a power collider, and so mislabeled chemicals, I was given the power to open rifts in space. Of course, the
in this world used the power for his own gain. Able to ignore bank vaults and most any locked doors, I jumped from one heist to the next until an up and coming Superman found
and threw
in prison.
That was where I had been for the past 20 years of my 43 year life in the world. Day in and out, surviving in a prison full of super villains, just another once great bad guy forgotten and forced to grow old until he died.
“Fucking hell,” I said with a laugh as the notification ca.
Welco to DC World
Let's see what you can do.
I frowned as I stared at the notification. Let’s see what you can do sounded ominous. Was the System telling
sothing? Or was it L? I never understood who controlled these worlds.
DC Quest 1:
Let your actions choose your path:
Prison Bitch
Villain
Anti-Hero
Hero
Super Hero
Random Citizen
Another first for , it was like the System was finally offering
a path in the worlds I chose. I knew that the middle three were a possibility. Although I only had the Villain role in one place, I hadn’t really received that bad of quests. I was mostly tempted to try for it in DC world. Villains always got away in the world, and were far more interesting than in most comic worlds. It was a possibility I never really considered before.
Curious, I extended my Observation Haki outward. Usually I was brought to these worlds at so sort of pivotal mont. Where a choice could be made to help lead the narrative of the canon. In Marvel I had been able to join the X-n, Invincible I was whisked away to a new planet, so I needed to find out what was up with DC.
As I made out the details around , watched people I did and didn’t know move about, I tried to think of what I knew of the world. “Superman is a thing,” I said. He was young when he caught , very young, maybe 16 or 17. That was 20 years ago though. “So he is in his 30s now, which sounds about right.”
“There’s no Batman?” I asked. In this world I was actually born in Gotham. I had gotten my start in the cri ridden city, but left after I pissed off the mob. Now that I thought back, I actually had so run-ins with a young Commissioner Gordon back when he was a beat cop. I was brought to justice on the West Coast though. Far from tropolis and Gotham. None of the villains I knew were from the East Coast, so maybe Batman did exist now, I just didn’t hear about him. “I doubt that,” I mumbled. Batman was always famous. I really hoped he was in this world just because the world would suck without Batman.
“What else do I know?” I mumbled. I had heard reports of the Flash, but no one had seen him or got a picture, just glimpses. “Is Oliver Queen a person?” Queen sounded familiar, I was pretty sure they were a huge company. “Wonder woman? Raven? Any heroes? Aquaman?” I didn’t know about any of them, which ant I must have been at the beginning of the story again.
“No Justice League…do I form it?” I asked. “I don’t know, I’m kind of tempted to take the Villain Role.” But that sounded too cliche. The Anti-Hero was what I would prefer, but Superman was always a thing.
“Did Superman disappear?” I mumbled. They tried to limit news in the prison, but I was fairly certain rumors about Superman disappearing were going around. Far less bad guys caught as of late. “Could he have been killed?” I mumbled.
“Fuck, I hope not. I don’t want to deal with the bullshit in DC without Superman and Batman,” I admitted. If that was the case, I really would just take on the villain persona and deal with the bad stuff that happened to Earth as it happened.
“Crap,” I said. “I need more…” I stopped talking as I felt sothing odd. I had lived in the prison for years, I knew it like the back of my hand. I felt three n in full riot gear heading my way. Guns at their sides, I cursed, hoping my cell wasn’t about to be tossed.
“Watch out,” I hissed out the food slot. “Tossing cells!” My voice echoed down the halls in either direction and the people around
began scrambling. Flushing letters, pictures, and contraband down toilets, I decided I didn’t care if they ca for . I needed to stir things up if I was going to escape or whatever I needed to do to get out of there.
The gate at the end of the hall opened and I felt the trio of ard guards walk in unison. They ca close to , their heart rate increasing as they beca more and more nervous, then they turned right before my cell.
The lead guard pounded on the door. “Open on 20!” He yelled down the hall. An alarm sounded and the door opened.
“Killer Croc,” the lead guard said. “Co with us or-”
The half-man half-crocodile hissed at them from the cell and they cursed. Throwing in tear gas the croc made his way to the door, but they pulled out cattle prods. Zapping him over and over the man-thing cried out and fell to the ground. They continued zapping him over and over until it stopped moving completely. Then without a word they had his arms and legs in manacles and were dragging him out of the cell.
“What the fuck…” I said slowly. I had never seen that happen before. Usually they drugged his food to get him out. “Wait no…” Old
in this world hadn’t seen that happen. The
from other worlds had. I started to get excited. They were recruiting. And I knew what they were recruiting for.
My mind went through the implications quickly. I could get out of prison without breaking the law. I could gain ti to pick my role in the world. And with luck I could get a quest. With the thought another screen popped up.
DC Quest 1.1:
Join the Suicide Squad
Rewards:
Rift
That ant I could use my new super power outside of the world. Sothing I very dearly wanted. It was a no brainer from there. I knew that Suicide Squad missions were usually hard, but every quest I did was hard and could end in death. It was ti to reap so rewards from my hard work.
I closed my eyes trying to access the new power that this body had for over 20 years. It was like talking to an old friend. That part of my body that could ignore space. Most of my superpowers had been a part of my brain that activated to make it happen. Fusion, my Spark, flying, all of it was just sothing that awoke in my mind. This power was slightly different though.
I felt everything going on in my body as I called the power. Rather than just my brain, there was an energy in my chest that tried to push outward. I held it in place, on the cusp of opening a portal. It was almost like a specific energy inside of
could ignore space. Or was I actually ssing with dinsions?
Unsure, the
in the world really hadn’t played too much with the power. Just using it for short distances he had been inept at figuring things out. The current
had spent years understanding my powers to make them evolve, grow, and help one another. I used all of that knowledge currently as I pushed outward. As I did, a crack appeared in space itself.
Much like the cracking that happened to the air when I used my Tremor Fruit. Instead of resembling glass cracking though, there was one upward jagged line from floor to ceiling. Power continued to pour out of , opening the crack wider. As it beca bigger the area behind the wall beca visible.
My rifts in space could only open a short distance currently. I had been able to go a full 20 feet once. That was 20 years ago when I practiced more often. After nurous failed escape attempts, the
before simply stopped using the Rift power.
The cobwebs blown off the skill, I jumped through the crack to reveal the wetwall behind my cell. Piping and ductwork all around
I closed the Rift and felt the power pull back into .
“Interesting,” I said as I began to navigate around the pipes. My Observation Haki picking up the guards dragging Killer Croc away, I ca to a locked door at the end of the cell block.
Annoyed, I knew that if I had chakra this would be as easy as breaking out of a daycare. Without it, I was severely limited. Caras all over the place, guards patrolling, and not to ntion also prisoners that held no loyalty to anyone but themselves. This was going to take all of my skills. Far harder than breaking out, I was going to have to break further into prison.
I smiled wide. This wouldn’t be a quest without so difficulty. Taking a breath, I used my Observation Haki to monitor everything outside the door. Two guards coming my way, there was a cara pointed at them. Counting steps I closed my eyes, unlocked the door, and as they walked past I used Tiflow.
Ti slowed to a crawl around
as I quickly opened the door and moved as fast as possible to walk behind them. Using Zetsu to hold in my aura I held my breath as I walked in tow behind the guards as I released Tiflow. Long seconds passed as they leisurely made their way forward. Mostly blocked from the view of the cara I used Tiflow again and darted to another sidehall.
This one led to an intersection where a guard was posted at a desk that monitored the caras. Jumping up to the ceiling, I fused my fingertips to the concrete and began to drag myself along down the hall. Once I was past the monitoring station I knocked out another guard, grabbed his keys and was outside the cell block.
Walking briskly outside, no one suspected . It was almost lunch ti and there were quite a few inmates bustling about on busywork. My Zetsu kept my lifeforce hidden, no one really paid attention to . To them I probably resembled the scenery at first glance. It would take-
I stopped thinking as an alarm went off. “Fuck,” I said, not as stealthily as I had hoped. Feeling the guards head off to another building I ran toward them. Instead of following though I ran to an exterior wall and opened another Rift. The process happened more quickly and my crack in space let
into a guard break room.
Guards running outside as the alarm went off, no one noticed
as I stood by the refrigerator. “I’m a ninja,” I reminded myself as I felt everything around . A locker room near the break room, I found a spare guard uniform and put it on in a rush. Once inside it, I zeroed in on the guards and Croc. They were in a large conference room.
Whistling as I walked outside the door, more guards ran this way and that. The place on high alert, I jumped from guards to guards, blending in until I was at the room Killer Croc was being held. Once inside, so prison guards gave
a weird look, but their focus was on the other criminals inside the conference room.
I recognized two others there. One was an Australian douchebag that had trouble letting things go, and the other was a black man that I was pretty sure was an assassin. Along with a slowly waking up Killer Croc, all three were shackled to the chairs they were in. The room itself was flat and long. Probably made to house training videos for the guards about making sure they beat the prisoners humanely. At the far end of the room was a gorgeous woman.
She was tall with an imposing aura. Honestly she was the most beautiful woman the
from this world had seen in decades. Long black hair, dark skin that appeared to have been recently lathered in lotion, dark gray business suit, she wore heels and stared at the three prisoners as the alarm died down.
When the alarm ended, she began speaking again. “I am Amanda Waller,” she said, her voice chorus to my ears. I pushed back the lust, imagining the less attractive version from the Suicide Squad cartoons and comics. It hadn’t been too long ago that I was having sex with five beautiful won. But the
in this world hadn’t gotten laid in a long ti, it was building up.
“I ca today to provide you all with an opportunity. A once in a lifeti opportunity,” Amanda Waller said.
“I don’t want any part of your ti share, mate,” the Australian man spat.
“Well too bad,” Waller said. “That is what I’m offering you. Work for , and you earn ti off your prison sentence.”
“How much ti?” The black man asked. Killer Croc growled from his seat, interested as well.
“If you complete this mission, all of your ti,” she said. “I don’t care what you did before. This mission is that important.”
Now that was intriguing. I thought it was a few years here and there, but all of my ti off would save
a lot of hassle. I listened intently.
“What’s the mission?” The black man asked.
“I can’t tell you that,” she said. “The group I am forming will be nad Task Force X. Luckily your fine establishnt has a few mbers I want. I will be recruiting at other…similar locations. You would be transferred to a more centralized location and given so extra anities.”
“So…we get to go to a country club?” The Australian asked, perking up.
“Yes,” Waller said with a sadistic smile. I knew that wasn’t going to happen. “Of course there will be risk involved. And you people are the scum of the Earth. So I want so assurances. After a minor surgery I have so docunts for you to sign and-”
“Minor surgery?” The black man asked. “What kind?”
“Nothing major,” she said, downplaying the whole ordeal. In the comics and movie they had a bomb implanted in their skull or spine or sothing. I seed to rember Gon using Nen to protect from a similar thing happening so I doubted I would be in real danger, but it was still sothing to worry about.
The group spoke more. Everything vague, no real details given. They each had their own reasons for agreeing to sign up. After they agreed I decided it was ti to make my appearance. Raising my hand I asked, “Is it a problem for
to join as well?” I took off my hat to reveal my full face. It wasn’t long until guards that had spent ti on my block were pointing their guns at .
“Get on your face douchebag!” One yelled.
“So hostile,” I said with a smile, unphased by their bravado as they tried to manhandle . I shot Sparks over my body, hitting each of them and getting so revenge for past . Knocked out and down, the guards were no problem. The military personnel with Waller pointed their guns at . “What? I am simply interested in joining Task Force X. How do I apply?”
Waller raised her hand to make her n stop. They lowered their weapons slightly and she picked up a tablet. Scrolling through it she announced, “Weston Walker. Charged with aggravated assault, assault on an officer, breaking and entering, theft, grand theft, grand theft auto, blackmail…and quite a bit.” I shrugged. Old
had been in prison for a reason.
“Has the ability to open space,” she said, reading further. “But quite old for what I am looking for.” She frowned looking at the downed guards. “But fine. You seem to be able to handle yourself, though you haven’t made an attempt to escape in over 10 years. You want in?”
“I do,” I admitted and the quest finished.
DC Quest 1.1:
Join the Suicide Squad
Rewards:
Rift
“Good,” she said. “We have quite the mission ahead of us.” Guards began to get off the ground slowly. So cursed . Others planned to kill
if I stayed there. I didn’t much care either way. “Since I have you agreeing on tape, you all should know what our target is.” She pulled out a folder and announced, “You all need to kill Superman.”
My eyes widened as my heart quickened. All of us raised our hands as one, “I quit.”
“That’s…that’s fucking suicide,” I added, unsure what the hell I expected.
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