Genesis Origins: Echoes Of The Past

"You're kidding."

Jay smiled a small smile as he placed the documents on the table for all of them to read. Average looking as they were, the three of them could instantly recognize the five letters printed in bold, on the top left of the document.

"FACLT."

"I wish I was. But it's true," he said gruffly. "The Reaper pulled one hell of a fast one on us."

Jian swore. "Explain."

"He never had 415 powers. I know, right? I mean, of course it was a good idea to let us think that; we were scared and freaked out as hell. But these documents? What they say is pretty convincing. Apparently, the human body can't take that many powers."

Emily frowned. "So...did he even have any powers at all to begin with? Was it really sound manipulation?"

"Yes. I said the human body can't take 415 powers, but it can take more than one. Jian's living proof, or was; this thing says multi-powers are possible. Just not anything more than...say-"

"-what I could do?" interjected Jian.

"I was actually gonna guess a 20, but yes."

Jian sat up straight then. "So, do we actually know what the Reaper had? Does anyone know?"

"I doubt it," said Jay. "And I doubt anyone can really say what was going on that day."

*

"I want everything."

The man did not smile. It was clear he was making a serious proposition. The man directly opposite him; seated comfortably in a white chair, seemed obviously disinclined. The desk that separated the two was futuristic and heavily adorned with old middle-eastern war trinkets. It was an impressive collection, and an intimidating one. Hiding the doctor's paper work from view was a carved human skull.

"You know that's not possible," he said flatly. "You'll die."

"It is possible," countered Farhan. "I've seen it happen with my own eyes. A boy of 16; he could do many things, perhaps many more if he was tested."

Dr. Rosd rose from his chair and his brows puckered into a frown. "My dear Farhan; the boy's powers are of natural occurrence. What we intend to give you are several artificial powers. Now my question to you is this: Can you grasp that concept or not?"

Farhan did not argue. His head bowed meekly. "Yes."

"Good," concurred the doctor. "But now, we can still give you several powers of your choice. I don't doubt that this will be very useful to you..."

And then the doctor passed a hand over a panel in the wall. With fluid smoothness, all the panels that layered the wall started retreating backwards into a groove. Behind the panels, were thousands upon thousands of sleek, black, metal wall clips. The clips line the entire room.

Each clip, held a syringe. One of simple construction, and labelled plainly. But it was the contents that would be amazing. The doctor smiled at Farhan's incredulity.

"Pick your favorites."

Farhan stood, and briefly glanced at his choices. Then he looked back at the doctor.

"I want everything he has."

"Hmm. Not being very original then, are we? And everything he has...? Do you really need heat and cold?"

Farhan seemed to be thinking. "No. Those two aren't necessary; my sound can deal with the temperature."

The doctor smiled. "You've certainly been taught well. So, what would you like to replace those two?"

"I'll have to think about that. But perhaps...teleportation? Gravity manipulation would be welcome as well; though I know that's still in the early stages of development."

"Consider them yours." The doctor looked pleased. "Anything else you would require, Farhan?"

"Don't call me Farhan," he growled. "That's what I want; a new name."

With that, Farhan reached across the desk and held up one of the doctor's prized relics; the carved half-skull procured from a tomb in Egypt. Not waiting or asking for consent, he fitted the carved bone over his face, letting the doctor's paperwork flutter to the floor. It stayed put, fitting his facial features perfectly like a mask.

"From now on, amongst your ranks; and especially to those power users, I'll be the Reaper."

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