Chapter 3

I opened my eyes, surprised I am still alive. I thought... no, I knew I died to that lightning struck. So where am I? Did I not die? How am I still alive?

I looked around and saw I was in a pure white room. White walls, white ceiling, and floor. Everything was white. The door in front of me was also white and couldn't be noticed if you don't have good, no great eyesight. Where am I?

Looking down at my body, I saw I was done in straitjacket sand strapped to a white chair. My pant was also white and it reached down to the ground. My hair fell down and covered my face and I noticed it was black...

This isn't my hair. I dyed my hair to be red and I know my hair isn't long enough to cover my face. Memories that arent mine started flooding my brain.

The owner of this body was a man who has the same name as me, Rick Brandon, and was born in a city I don't know called Gotham. His parent abandoned him at the age of 3 and so he started living in the street of Gotham as a criminal. At the age of 9, he saw a dead woman and man in the alleyway and a boy in a red suit, around the age of 8, kneeling between his two parents and crying.

Hunger took over the former host as he hadn't eaten anything much for more than 2 weeks and he picked up a rock and smashed the kneeling boy at the back of his head before he started eating away from the mother's body. What a monster.

I mean, I eat humans, but I at least cook them. Trust me, they are the best delicacy. This man just ate it raw. What a savage.

After eating his fill from the mother's body, he ran away crying. From that day on, he changed. Became a monster amongst the street of Gotham. He killed and ate people around the city and after 10 years he got too addicted and couldn't cook food anymore.

Hahaha. This guy was a savage. Hahaha. No more cooked food for you... Wait. This is now my body... Oh damn, does that mean I can't eat cooked food? Just thinking about cooked food gives me the shiver. My body is rejecting it. Oh no...

He was later caught by the Caped Crusader, formally known as known Batman, when he was eating a young child and has been in this mental institution for 1 month now.

When I got all this guy's memories, I watched them like it was a movie, so our memories didn't merge or anything, so his feelings and his madness didn't touch me in any way. But my body seems to not want cooked food. I will have to work on that.

How long would I have to stay here? I don't want to lose such a chance as a new life… And this world seems to be the superhero and supervillain type world. And this name, batman, I remember him from this commercial about a movie, with wonder woman, and superman. Am I in their world?

I hope not. With someone that can move as fast as light, someone able to destroy the earth if he wanted to but chose to protects it, a smart caped crusader that has a family of bats, multiple gods, hell no. This world is bullshit. Bodies are dropping daily like it is world war 2.

Ok, but how do I escape here? I can't feel my body, like have none. It has been happening since I started eating the hospital food. Did they put some kind of numbing serum in there? I shouldn't eat it when they come to feed me and see what happens.

I sat quietly on my chair, staring at the door and waiting for the food giver to come. After some hours of waiting, the door opened to an equally white hallway, and a man wearing a white police outfit came in, carrying a plate filled with a white substance.

All I have to do is not eat that food. That should be easy enough. I hope.