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I was on my way ho after a hard day's work. I was quite tired and a little tense, but that was to be expected; fifteen hours of work a day will do that to you.
My job was nothing glamorous or fancy, but it was necessary; I worked with the Police IT departnt helping them with their systems.
I started two months ago after I ca of age, and the pay was good.
But sotis I wish I didn't have to work so much, but nothing is perfect, right?
"No traffic today; that's weird," I comnted as I continued to drive ho. Usually, the streets at the current ti were full of people going to lunch. Yet, they were empty, outside of the occasional car and truck passing by, which was an impossibility in New York of all places.
With a smile, I dismissed those thoughts; why complain about the lack of traffic? This way, I would get ho faster, which ant I would get to sleep faster, which would make very, very happy.
As I smiled at that thought, a bright light blinded , followed by a familiar sound I had heard before, the sound of tires screeching, though this ti the sound wasn't in a movie, it was coming towards . Seconds later, I felt a lot of pain, as my car was lifted into the air by the sudden violent hit, all while I lost consciousness.
I didn't know what had happened, but I knew sothing had hit , that much was clear before I closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, I could hear the sirens of the police and the fire departnt while my face rested in a puddle of my own blood inside my car.
I couldn't move; I could only faintly hear what was happening around , but not very clearly. It was like hearing underwater, distorted, and far away.
Surprisingly I was calm, and not because I thought I was going to be rescued. No, sothing inside was clear that I was going to die, that there was no way to save , and even with the prospect of my imminent death, I was calm.
As I sank into my thoughts of acceptance of death, a light ca into my tired eyes, blinding .
"His pupils are unresponsive." I heard soone say in a worried tone.
"He has five penetrations, one in the throat, two in the abdon, and two in the legs." added another person with the sa tone.
"He's bleeding out; we have to help him," exclaid the first person I heard before, who was blinding with a flashlight, I guessed.
"No... I don't think we can." the second person added with a defeated tone.
While these two debated about my survival, I was laughing in my head, dying in a car crash; what a clich. Still, I guess it's an ending like any other, how tired I am.... when I asked to rest... I didn't an this, but maybe it's my fault for not specifying.
And with that last thought, my eyes stopped seeing, my ears stopped hearing, and my mind stopped thinking.
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[Star City. October 17, 19:30 PDT. 1995]
I opened my eyes again, and I was confused; I didn't feel like before, I didn't feel pain like I probably should've had, no, I felt different, it was hard to explain.
I imdiately noted that I could not move, or rather, my body did not move as I wanted it to move.
I felt uncoordinated, out of control, like when you are drugged for an operation, but with all your ntal faculties still intact, it was aggravating and very troubling.
Eventually, I managed to move my body to my right side to see sothing that didn't make much sense, a teddy bear, a giant teddy bear laying on the bed I was currently occupying; as far as I could see, it was as big as .
Why would I have a giant teddy bear? Why would the hospital give one sighing I moved my eyes away from the teddy bear to see what else was around , only to find so kind of bars surrounding my bed, wooden ones by what I could tell, my sight wasn't cooperating with a lot today.
Bars and a giant teddy bear, none of this made any sense. Was I perhaps sleeping?
"Mom!" I heard soone say excitedly. "The baby is awake!"
The baby?
"Hello." a giant head peeked through the bars towards where I was looking. "I'm your big sister, and you must obey and listen to ." she declared, as I realized she was looking at .
A giant blonde girl... sothing wasn't right...
She wasn't a giant, was she?
Suddenly it all made sense, to an extent of course. A giant teddy bear, a giant girl smiling at .
It was all a matter of perception; these things weren't big, I was small, I was a baby.
Well, this I was not expecting.
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[Star City. October 23, 09:30 PDT. 1995]
Status update? Well, I was right with my first assessnt, I was a baby.
I suppose there are worse things than being unable to shit properly like God intended or talk or move properly at all, I better not continue lest I want to beco the first clinically depressed baby.
My new na was apparently David Lance.
My new sister aka the giant blonde girl that initially scared the crap out of , her na was Dinah Lance, I wonder if she's a fan of Black Canary.
My new father was Larry Lance, a police officer from what I could see every now and then when he ca to see with his uniform.
And my new mother was Dinah Drake, no idea what she does, besides taking care of .
Anyhow, I was a baby.
Quite the predicant, right?
Not much to say beyond that.
Life is monotonously boring as a baby, you eat, you process your food, you sleep, and rinse and repeat.
You have no control over it too, I get hungry many tis a day, I sleep a lot, and well soil my diaper a lot.
Though like I said before, not all is bad, yes it's depressing sure, but I'm alive, that has to be worth sothing, at the very least.
Yes, it would be torture for a bit, but not for that long, I an, by my second birthday I should be able to go as adults say potty relatively alone, and walk, aning I only really had two years of baby prison ahead of , which is not that bad considering the situation.
Maybe even less, I was an adult in a baby's body, I should be able to learn things faster, right?
Though I wasn't sure how physically possible that was, I an, for all I knew the body needed to mature to do certain things, and I couldn't rush those things, I guess I'm about to find out.
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[Star City. February 03, 15:30 PDT. 1997]
A lot of things have happened since my rebirth.
Things I never thought possible, things that often kept awake at night.
For starters, during my first birthday, I discovered that the city where I lived was called Star City. Which although strange wasn't very concerning, how foolish I was, at the ti I couldn't tell it was the first of many red flags I would get in my new life.
Days later, I saw my new mother dressed in a very strange way, like a stripper cosplaying Black Canary, but in the old comic style, not the updated style, at first, I thought that's what she did for a living, a cosplaying stripper, but days later I found out how wrong I was.
When a man wearing a golden helt floated into our house telling our mom she was needed. A man I knew as Dr. Fate.
Imagine my surprise for a mont.
It was there when I beca aware that this was not my world, that I had not only been reincarnated in so kind of past but that I had been transported to a new universe, one to which I was sowhat familiar.
I'll be honest, I didn't know what to make of this situation.
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[Star City. November 21, 19:30 PDT. 2001]
Six years passed in the blink of an eye, and well, there was a lot to tell.
My sister, Dinah who since my discovery of what universe I inhabited I knew was going to be the next Black Canary was an aweso sister. She loved a lot, she showed it with everything she did for , and I'm not going to lie, I loved her a lot too.
I never had siblings, and I never thought that having siblings would be so good, so necessary.
Maybe it wasn't like that for everyone, but Dinah was a pretty good big sister.
I didn't miss my past life at all, in fact, heck I barely rembered it. I only rembered my job, and what I knew about this universe, but things like my na before I died, or my age, I didn't really rember, they faded with ti, leaving only what I knew now, that I was a man, that I died, and that I knew a lot about this universe.
Although based on what I rembered, I could make so conclusions about my past life, like for example, knowing that I died in a car crash, I knew that I must have been at least sixteen years old.
But I really didn't care for it.
Anyway, about my current life.
Well, Dinah was already training to be a hero, even though she was just sixteen years old, our mother and others were helping her get a hold of her powers.
Which brought the following question, would I inherit such powers, I an, in a world like this any kind of power is a good power.
I suppose sooner or later I would know, Dinah got hers when she was six, almost leaving her entire first-grade class deaf, which was when she started training with other heroes to control her power, so considering I'm six, I should know soon.
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[Star City. December 21, 19:30 PDT. 2001]
I killed soone.
It wasn't my intention, but I did, and it feels awful, I think it's the first ti since I got here that actually cried.
I got my powers and they were worse than I imagined.
I was playing hide and seek with Dinah in an abandoned building when all of the sudden a random drunk appeared as I tried to hide behind so boxes, the man startled , but I didn't scream. I just mutter a word, like one does when surprised but not enough to be scared. I wasn't scared, I knew Dinah would kick his ass if he tried anything, but as soon as I muttered that word, the man exploded leaving nothing behind but a small handful of blood.
Dinah found a few seconds later.
I was in a state of shock, she hugged , I didn't feel it.
I had killed a man.
I could barely think, but sothing was clear, a part of knew that if I ever opened my mouth again, the result would be the sa, but worse.
I could feel it now.
And I was scared, not only for but for everyone around .
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[Star City. January 13, 15:30 PDT. 2002]
After that fateful day when my powers awoke.
I was moved to a secured location to train into controlling my powers, courtesy of Green Arrow, the new upcoming hero of Star City, who was apparently friends with the family.
No one blas for what I did, not entirely.
But that didn't make feel any better.
My powers, I knew them, I had sohow obtained the powers of the inhuman known as Black Bolt.
Each passing day, I felt my power growing stronger, which alone was more than enough to aggravate .
I had no control over it, if I uttered a word, people would die.
Especially taking into consideration the fact I used to talk, it's hard to simply stop talking, to simply not say or utter a sound. It's unbearably hard, it's torture.
At least things like sneezing, or coughing didn't activate my powers, but every other sound did.
I regretted thinking that any power would be a good power in this world, this power was not a gift, it was a burden, if I wasn't careful, I would end up killing those who I loved.
"Everything will get better," Dinah said, as she approached with a smile.
Taking my notepad, the one I had been given to communicate, I wrote. --I don't think so, but it's good to dream, isn't it?--
Dinah sighed, hugging tightly. "I will love you, no matter what."
Tears fell from my eyes, but I made no sound.
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[Star City. October 13, 15:30 PDT. 2007]
By 2003, our mother died, and soon after our dad followed.
Not much to say about that, beyond that they were sowhat old, but not old enough to die of old age.
As for , well, I was twelve, and as I had said, my powers had only gotten stronger.
Not only voice-wise, but physically, I was leagues about what a twelve-year-old should be capable of. I was strong, not sure how much in the scale of things, especially considering Superman was a thing here, but I was strong.
As for my speech, well, I was now legally a mute you could say.
After destroying five arrow caves in less than a year by accidentally muttering a word, well, they all ca to the conclusion my powers were always active, and that it was best if I learned how to control them, in a different manner, by containing them.
By this point, both Dinah and Oliver, who now trusted enough to share his na, were both part of the newly ford Justice League.
And with their help, well, I got better training, in facilities made for such things.
Batman specifically was interested in my training, I knew why, I an, it was more than obvious he wanted to neutralize a possible vocal nuke.
My training consisted of two things, ditation and pain control.
ditation was mostly done with Martian Manhunter, who helped with it.
Pain control was done with Batman, he would put in a soundproof room, and have a robot punch or slap , or electrocute .
Dinah was not happy with that, but I begged her to let handle it.
I didn't want to destroy a city by hitting a toe.
I needed to be able to control my voice, even if I lost an arm, or if soone broke my legs, I needed to be able to talk only when I wanted to.
It had co to the point, I was seriously considering damaging my pain receptors, but Dinah forbade from doing such, even Batman seed appalled by my idea.
~Stop thinking about mutilating yourself!~ Dinah signed, she didn't have to, I could understand her if she talked, but she she said she didn't want to feel left out, so she learned sign language with .
~I know it sounds like a suicidal thing.~ I signed with a smile. ~But you have to admit, it would solve a big part of my problem.~
~I don't care~ Dinah signed angrily.
~I love you~ I signed with a smile.
~I love you too.~ Dinah signed, hugging as she did so.
I didn't know what life had in store for , but I would be ready.
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