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

Needless to say, even if Vincent was uncomfortable with flying, I didn't give a shit. And so our long day began.

Traveling around in the early morning with Vincent, wearing the robe I'd given him over his bloodied clothes, we made our way to a few small shops that had just opened for business and were able to quickly acquire a couple of new outfits for Vincent before heading to the train station.

However, when we arrived at Piccadilly Station, that was when we hit our first hiccup of the day.

Standing outside the multiplatform station were dozens and dozens of police officers, each one checking any potential passenger's identity.

'What's this now? Did they automatically assume that whoever pulled off the heist and set the fires would be trying to leave the area by way of Train through Manchester….' Narrowing my eyes, I pulled Vincent by the sleeve, allowing us to duck into an alley free of prying eyes.

Trouble At The Train Station