CRACK!
Blinding lightning licked across the sky and slammed into the metal rod above me, sending a jolt of raw electricity through my strapped-down body. My skin burned. My bones rattled. My blood boiled—but I didn't die.
I never died.
You're probably wondering what the hell is going on. Why I'm strapped to a lab table like Frankenstein's long-lost cousin, constantly being cooked by lightning.
Well… it started way before I was born.
See, this world? It's not like yours. It's some twisted fusion of Marvel, DC, and every other superhero flick or comic you've ever heard of. Gods, aliens, capes, demons—you name it, they walk among us. But that's not really the point.
It started with my mother.
She was a vampire. Yeah, you heard that right. Not the Twilight kind—she was old blood, part of some ancient coven out in Britain. And to be blunt… she was what you'd call a hoe. I don't know if the moon was full or she was just extra horny that night, but she ended up hooking up with my father.
Now, my dad? He was a deadbeat alcoholic. Nothing heroic or magical about him—just a man drowning in bottles. What my mother didn't know was that he had sickle cell anemia.
Fast forward to my birth—and due to some bizarre genetic fluke (or, as the scientists later called it, "science bullshit")—I ended up with a mutation of his condition.
They called it the Supcell.
My blood—my cells—are... different. They adapt. Evolve. They copy whatever biological material I come into contact with. Touch a metahuman? My cells mimic their powers, strengthen my body. My blood isn't a curse—it's a weapon. A miracle. A monster.
Of course, that made me valuable. Dangerous.
When I was ten, everything fell apart. My parents were both dead—accident, or maybe planned, who knows. All I remember is the fire. Then came the men in black.
They weren't SHIELD, or ARGUS, or anything cool like that. They were worse—an underground organization that called themselves A.N.O.M.A.L.Y.—Anti Non-Ordinarily Mutated and Abnormal Living Youths. Yeah, someone in branding definitely thought they were clever.
They operated out of Canada. Off-grid, no laws, no morals. They didn't just detain people like me—they studied us. Broke us. Turned us into lab rats.
And that's how I ended up here. Seventeen years later. Strapped to a table. My body crackling with electricity, forced into evolution.
They think they're creating a weapon.
But what they don't realize is…
They've made something they can't control.