Why The Glasses?

All my life, I've been normal.

As normal as someone named Salem von Hellsickle gets.

My… colorful name was given to me by my lovely parents, although the 'von' isn't exactly necessary, but its a family tradition.

I had a normal life other than that, and then, for the first time in my life, I experienced my own abnormality.

That is, the abnormality of life, after death.

Darkness surrounds me, nothingness in the air, in everything, and yet my awareness continues.

This… might be normal, after all, who am I to say what happens after death. But this feeling, this unaturality in the air, is not normal, it can't be.

Suddenly, as suddenly as I was brought into the nothingness, I was brought back into the somethingness.

My body jerked forward, my movemnts light and restrained by something unseen to me. As I fell down to my previous position, my senses began to rush back to me, just as suddenly as my existence.

The air was cold, my body naked against cold steel, and my arms and legs bound by metal. The light above me was bright, only enhanced by the white walls which surrounded it. The rhythmic melody of machines bled into my ears from around the room as my head throbed with its returned senses.

I felt small, smaller than I was before, and my body itself felt foreign to my senses.

My head continued its useless throbbing, when a shadow came over me, blocking the intense, bright light.

A man stood above me, and even without the light there my vision didn't clear itself. Although I could see that he was there, I couldn't make out any of his particular features, only the fact that he was wearing something akin to a doctors attire.

"Hello there, you're feeling uncomfortable, yes?"

His voice came out smooth and deep, and although I was still unaware of my situation, I absently nodded my head to his question.

The next thing I felt was a sharp pain in my upper arm, and a sudden cool sensation flow from the afflicted spot, before the foreign feeling from my body seemed to fade.

As he pulled away from me, I turned my head to follow him, watching as he set down a spent needle onto a nearby surgical table.

"That…"

He shuffled around a bit, picking up and examining a few objects on the table as he talked.

"... was to help with your new body…"

He placed the objects back down and picked up another, quickly returning to the table, doing so with a certain amount of grace.

".... and this…"

He leaned forward, moving his hand close to my face, the object coming along with it. As his hand continued forward, I shut my eyes close, only opening them as I felt his hand retreat, leaving a certain weight behind.

"... is for your eyes."

My vision was cleared, as my eyes peered through the lenses of the black rim glasses now on my face.

"I'm Sure you have questions… but please, get dressed first."

The doctor again disapeared from my vision, this time though I was too late, by the time I turned my head he was already gone, having vanished through the door in the corner of the room.

The next thing I heard was a soft click, and I felt the restraints on my body open, finally letting me up form my resting position.

The room was nothing special, an ordinary surgery room, filled with various medical equipment, none that I was familiar with. Of course, not all was normal, considering the situation, as I glanced towards the floor, I noticed a large circle surrounding the metal bed I was seated on, filled with various mystical symbols.

Ignoring the obviously magical circle, my eyes trailed further down as I finally pinpointed the source of my body's uncomfortableness.

My body was small, pale, and soft, unlike any of the physical traits I had possessed previously. The most glaring issue was that my body was remarkably female, and if I was guessing right, I was now a teenager. The strands of vibrantly orange hair filling my vision also differed from their usual color.

Despite my obviously apparent, and sudden, change in hair color, and gender, my mind was steady, even through my desire to panic.

'Was i-"

I stopped myself from talking, startled by my voice, which was both unfamiliar, and similarly soft and small as my body.

Even though I stopped talking, I didn't stop thinking, my suspicions aimed towards whatever the doctor had given me to 'help me with my new body.', as to why I wasn't midway through a mental collapse at the moment.

Instead I directed my vision back upwards, only sliding off the bed once I had located the clothes the doctor had wanted me to change into. Picking up the neatly folded hospital gown, I slipped it onto and secured it onto my body, trying my best to avoid seeing myself.

After getting dressed, I made my way towards the same door the doctor had left through, making it out of the room and into a long, white and brightly lit hall, with doors lining it, similar to the one I had just came through.

A bench sat just across from the door, that was where the doctor waited for me.

The doctor turned his eyes toward me, but I didn't wait for him to say anything to me.

Raising my hand to point at him, I opened my mouth, planning to accuse him of all sorts of stuff, when he spoke before I could, cutting me off.

"Let me explain, it'll be easier that way"

He waited patiently as my arms fell pointlessly to my side, and I turned my eyes to his, set into a powerfully accusatory glare.

"It's simple, so please just listen…"

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze hardening into my own.

"... I and a group of dedicated scientist and magicians specially created your body through purely artificial means with the ability to steal the lifeforce of others. After we successfully created, and then tested the body, we created a specialized ritual to retrieve a soul from across the multiverse with the highest possible compatibility towards the body. Finally, we calibrated both your soul and the body to make the transition as smooth as possible, for your own comfort of course."

A moment of silence passed through the hall as the doctor leaned back, a self satisfied smile plastered on his, admittedly, handsome face.

"So, why am I a girl?"

His smile quickly turned into a look of surprise, before he suddenly chuckled a bit.

"So you were a man? How interesting… Well we weren't sure who or what the soul would be, so we left the appearance of the body up to my own personal preference."

A smile returned to his face, one that told me he was infinitly amused by my circumstances, one that didn't distract me from my other questions.

"Why that ability specifically?"

His smile stayed this time, seemingly happy to answer any questions I have.

"Well we've done this before… your ability only requires touch, which is quite dangerous, but it is also easy to defend against. Other than that, the ability will render you practically immortal, plus it has quite the interesting concept behind it…"

Noticing himself begin to trail off, he clears his throat before continuing.

"Bsically, you'll be easy to put down if necessary, and we won't have to worry about you dying on us, which saves us quite a lot in terms of financials."

He looked back at me, expectantly, wanting me to ask more questions, unfortunately for him, I only had one left.

"Why?"

His smile grew as the words reached his ear, as if this was something he was excited to answer.

"We created you for one reason alone, to profit. We'll lend you out to whoever needs a powered killer; for a price, of course!"

Mid speech, he stood up, doing some kind of grandiose pose as if he just revealed his evil plan to the hero.

Yet as he glanced at me with some expectation in his eye, expecting some sort of reaction, I yet again disappointed him again.

"Ok"

The expectant gleam in his eye died, aswell as the gand pose he was holding, he seemed a bit lost, confused, my reply completely out of his expectations.

"Huh?"

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AN:

Author here, nice to meet you.

Leaving this footnote here to explain a few things that I didn't get a chance to write in, or just things I wanted to explain more.

The MC is named Salem von Hellsickle, purposely edgy because thats how I like it.

Her ability is to steal/Absorb lifeforce from other people by touching them.

By stealing lifeforce, it both extends her own life span, as well as make her stronger. She can also use lifeforce to regenerate and sustain great amount of injury.

Younger, stronger, and healthier people will have more lifeforce, while older, weaker, and less healthier people will have less lifeforce.

Also, something interesting might happen if she steals life from a powered person.

Um… Other than that, I guess I should mention that this is a marvel-fic, focusing on the TV shows produced by abc studios, (Jessica Jones, Daredevil, The Punisher, Luke cage) and the main marvel movies (atleast until I finish the before listed titles.)

As well as that, I should mention that it might take me awhile to post chapter updates for this due to the fact that I have to do a lot of research for this, an amount of research that I'm not exactly comfortable nor familiar with.

Other than that, thanks for reading, and-

-fuck-

-you~