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

Let me make this abundantly clear: I wasn't furious because of the fact that Amanda had created two new children in a weak attempt to replace the loss of my brother and me or even her constantly harassing phone calls; none of that really bothered me, as I treated it the same way as you would a bug buzzing around your head, nothing more than a slight annoyance.

No, it was the fact that she blatantly lied and tried to shift all the blame for her wrongdoings to someone else. That is what made me angry.

Gliding up the staircase, I heard Brenden call my name, followed by Paola trying to speak up, but my Father stopped them; meanwhile, I walked straight to my bedroom, slammed the door, and locked it.

Then, I summoned my Nexus mask, tapped it, and disappeared into Gnarnia.

I needed to clear my head of any distractions, and the one surefire way to do that was to burn some stamina within the training room.

This Isn’t The Past We Remember (4)