1 The Result of Two Souls.
(This new FF, is replacing my old Wold Knight one and will not be updated for a while. I am merely getting ready to start on this one once my main FF is finished.)
Owen Black lived in a world plagued by war and human greed like most versions of Earth. The only difference was that his just had very few fucks to give about the dead. Like most Earths, there was money to be made in war and the rich were the ones to profit
Soldiers like him were the ones who drew the short end of the stick. The year was 2082 and the 3rd world war had just ended and like most people believed no one won the war. The only result was that a few countries still had enough people to be called that.
The rest had been nuked, bombed, or massacred until they no longer could fight back. As for Owen, he was merely one of many super soldiers made to fight in this war, but he was the last one alive. The rest died in the call of duty, killed themselves, or were scrapped for DNA when they could no longer fight.
As for him, he was in chains as it was his turn. He had fought for his country the mighty United States, but that same country no longer needed him. Of course, he knew this day was coming, but he did not care. He had a surprise coming for these fuckers, if it did not explode before then.
He only sold his body to his country after his last family member died because of the pollution in the air. Not even the dog remained and it was either die like ally trash or fight and live just a little longer.
Looking at his battle-scarred body, was a shock he was still standing. All over his body, there were tattoos that were ruined by the burns, cuts, and regenerated chunks that were blown out of him. His height was a staggering 6'9 and the mussels that came with it from the enhancements.
He gazed at the scientist that was here to harvest all of him. Not one cell would be left unused for the next generation of super soldiers that would end up just like him. A middle-aged man entered the lab led by a few normal soldiers dressed in military garbs.
Owen scoffed as he was strapped to the dissection table and by some miracle, his present did not go off. He just had to wait and it would be time for him to shine if these idots did not ruin it early.
"What do I owe the pleasure to you general? Do you just want to watch me die?"
"No Owen, I came to say goodbye. We both knew this would be your end, but thank you for your service to this country."
"Fuck the country, General. The only reason no one is dead is the bombs strapped to my heart and brain. Get it over with, however, remember my words well. If there is a Hell, I will keep your spot next to me warm and ready for you."
The General grinned at those words with pure joy.
"Keep it toasty, I will see you there soon."
A salute later and the General left never to see the greatest soldier this country had ever made. When the dissection began Owen felt no pain as that had been shut off so they could do this easily.
One thing these scientists forgot about Owen Black, is that he was never this docile. When they got into his chest cavity while he was still awakened they found about 50 pounds of Nitroglycerin that he had implanted in himself just before coming here.
It was so unstable that even now the only thing keeping it from exploding was his control over his own innards and the moment they saw the explosives they froze in shock. Own ripped his arm from the restraint and punched the bomb on his heart.
The ensuing explosion would destroy the entire lab, his body, and not one scientist survived. It would go down in history as the greatest failure of the already near crippled United States as they lost all of the genetic material of their great masterpiece.
In another world, a dying Walter smoked his last cigarette in the burning remains of Milaniam while his body fell apart from the experiments performed on him. The Doctor's burning and squashed body.
"Damn it. I wanted to beat him so bad. *Puff*, this is my goodbye, my lady."
In the end, both Owen and Walter had only one thing in common. When they died, they did so with a bang. They both ended a joke of failure and when they died at different points in time, but at the same moment of temporal similarities.
At that point, while Hell was more than ready to take their souls into its grasp an odd event occurred right before the hands of Hell claimed their deserved newest souls. Both Owen's and Walter's souls were ripped from their grasp which enraged the will of Hell.
No one stole from it and got away from it, except in this case. Hell could not find the souls it had hungered for and its Hellspawn's could not find the thief which meant Hell lost it's deserved, souls.
As for Owen and Walter, they both awoke in the middle of a dark void and locked eyes with each other in the state they were in before their deaths. Owen had a giant hole in his chest and was covered in burns.
Walter's left arm was gone and he was full of bullet holes. Before they could react they heard a melancholic voice that called their attention.
"At this moment you two are dead and on route to Hell, or you can have a change in destiny."
Owen could not speak at all as he was just a soul and he had no lungs. Walter was no better as they gazed at the old man looking at them with pure amusement. He read their minds and he chuckled at their thoughts.
"I am not God as you think. I am just a being that likes to mess with Fate and piss off Heaven and Hell. As for you two, your fate was to spend an eternity in the 8th circle to burn, but I got something more fun planned. Want to hear it?"
Owen sat down and shook his head. He was dead, and the dead did not live again. Walter was the same and he slumped down to the ground as both had already made peace with themselves and had no thoughts on coming back.
Hell sounded like it was waiting for them and they had no intention of keeping it waiting. When he noticed that they both had already made peace and were waiting to be sent back to Hell he was enraged.
No one had ever denied a chance to come back in the eternities of his deals and once was already pissing him off. He had found to interesting specimens and yet they had no intention of playing his game.
An aura of rage, blood, and pride emerged from the seemingly calm old man trying to pressure both of them. Sadly for him neither Walter and Owen reacted to the intimidation and they nearly waited for the end.
They were dead and the dead stayed dead.
"YOU BASTARDS! DO YOU NOT GET WHAT YOU ARE MISSING!"
He snapped his fingers healing both of their souls and allowed for them to speak. Owen looked at Walter for a second and back to this being.
"I don't care how important you think you are. I died as I wished and have made peace with myself. Send me to my spot in hell, I got to keep a sport toasty for a friend."
Walter looked up and reminisced about his life.
"I already got rid of all my grievances. Death is just the end we all end up in."
Seeing that he for the first time was rejected was madder than ever, but he already took them, and seeing as neither had any intention to listen to him he was enraged. He had used up his allowed slots to harvest souls and both of his were duds.
He could not take more as he would be punished and he could not return them as the agents of Hell would find him. He liked pissing them off, not fighting them as that would be suicide.
He bit down so hard on his teeth that they cracked and he got a determined look on his face. Even though what he was about to do broke several divine laws it would not matter as long as they served his plan as he intended.
"Oh well, if you two have no intention to listen I will just make a new soul from yours."
Owen and Walter glanced at each other and for a second they knew what he was going to do. He intended to fuse their souls together for some reason, but they both had no intention of going quietly.
When the being snapped his fingers their souls were smushed together and like two amebas they fused and a surge of memories fused together. The decades of experience of Walter, his dreams, his goals, and his ambition. The years of Owen's experience on the battlefield and the knowledge of the experiments performed on him.
Just before Owen and Walter were gone they both used the last of their existence of themselves to place one lasting wish on whatever resulted from their fused souls.
'Kill whoever this being is for us.'
When they were gone the large mass of soul that was fusing together looked like oil and water. Combining souls was never recommended as two souls could never truly fuse together, but he saw something shocking.
The murky soul fully fused like the previous murky color never existed and yet his joy was short-lived. A series of black veins appeared on his face as he just broke one of the ancient laws.
Playing with souls was a sin that even gods avoided. He knew if he did not hurry Hellspawsn and Angels would attack him together to punish him for his offense. He looked at the soul he made and threw it into a random portal before the agents of Heaven and Hell tracked it.
The new soul was larger than a normal soul as it was the result of two souls perfectly merging and it went through the memories of both Walter and Owen carefully reading each one before beginning building a new body.
Most of the soul's actions were instinctive and In the end, it decide that Walter's body would be used with the previous constitution of Owen. It kept all their battle knowledge before it discarded any unimportant information like goals, dreams, and aspirations.
When the portal spat out the newly formed body into a plain field with nothing around. When he opened his eyes they were icy grey eyes looking around. He took a breath as he struggled to flip over to his back.
The sky was just setting and it reminded him of many of the memories of both Walter and Owen which was dizzying and unnerving. He did not know who he was, was he more Owen, or more Walter.
Was he a Vampire Hunter, was he a super-soldier, was he a Butler, what was he. Who was he? He looked touched his face and felt skin and looked at his gloved hands. However, the memory he could not forget was the last wish both Owen and Walter had.
"Kill whoever this being is for us."
He stood up and looked at the field he was in and saw nothing but fields and fields of wheat. One thing that somehow made it with him was his suit and his Microfilament Wires that were still in his gloves.
He knew perfectly how to use them and he had on top of that all the knowledge of Owen to make use of all types of weaponry. He walked off in the distance and had a cold and detached look on his face.
His name, he needed a name, and as a final honor to those, he was made from he had the perfect one.
"Owen Walter C Black. That is my name. Your wishes will be my wish as is your names are mine to hold."
As he walked away from this place a smile was on his face before as he walked into the moonlit sky. He just wishes he had a cigarette, but those could come later.
