TayLawJorg

Ten Years after the Descent to Earth of a Radical And All-Knowing System Called Arkadia, Life has changed in ways we could only surmise given we lived in a comic book. People with superpowers, Monsters, Heroes and Villains, Hell, there were even Other races coming out of the woodwork like Elves and such. Still, it wasn’t until The Extraterrestrials Invaded that things went from bad to worse. 

Yet, as if hope truly existed, 5000 of us Earthlings were given the opportunity to Head back into the past, only we didn’t know at the time there was a cost for doing so. By sending us back, the Descent Clock began, as Arkadia was pushed 10000 years into the Future, and it was up to us Returners to get things set back on course by changing the past to mold the Future.

And I, being a boogieman of a Villian in what I dubbed the Origin Timeline, have come up with thousands of potential ways to affect my new life, like stealing popular franchises to earn some long-term funds or….hunting down notorious Serial Kills and Solving long-standing Cold cases I had been curious about since I was a teenager.


**THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION; ANY CHARACTERS OR EVENTS THAT OCCUR ARE PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES**

Additional TAGS: #MultipleRegressors,#IntelligentMC

The Villain's RE:Life

Ryan's legs, feet, and hands all began trembling as he understood the kind of position he was currently in; it was almost as if his body understood what his mind was only now catching up to.

'Searching for someone…no…he knows…he knows where I am and who I am…' the stray thoughts all collided into one frightening realization, causing Ryan to accidentally knock one of the many textbooks off the table onto the floor, creating a small commotion.

'He knows, he knows about Rowing, he's here to kill her, and me, fuck, FUCK!' Falling into the throws of pure panic, Ryan didn't bother grabbing any of his stuff apart from the walkie-talkie, got up, and bolted for the back door of the café.

Although he wished for nothing more than to protect Rowing, his own survival took precedence. Idol or not, if he died, it didn't matter.

Through Edinburgh, I Will Chase