CW Flash: I Copy Attributes

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"What…is this place…"

Darkness.

That was all Derek could comprehend.

He found himself floating in neverending darkness, his eyes half shut and his senses dulled.

He felt like he was at the bottom of the ocean, unable to find the strength to move.

His voice was flat, matching his overall blunted state as if he were under mild anaesthesia.

An unknown amount of time passed as Derek's mind remained clouded, unable to form complete thoughts.

But soon, this changed…

"@*#^(&%"

"Huh…"

In the distance of the void, Derek stared at a blurred image of a figure.

It was hard not to notice, seeing as it was the only light source in the void.

He couldn't distinguish the figure's features or their gender for that matter. But he somehow knew this muffled voice entering his ears belonged to them.

"^$%^#@&"

"I…don't know what you're saying." 

Derek spoke, his voice dissipating before it travelled a meaningful distance.

Before he knew it, another image appeared before him. 

Once again, it was blurred, but it was someone else.

"%@#%^"

Derek didn't bother speaking anymore, simply letting things play out. As he did, he watched new blurred images flash before him, each speaking in muffled gibberish that Derek couldn't compute.

But there was something else.

Each time a new figure emerged before him, Derek was quick to be overpowered by emotions, even in his vacant state.

Most prominently…

"Why do I feel…sad?"

Not just sad.

Small. 

Weak.

Like he was meaningless.

"Hey…fuck you!"

He raised his voice as best he could but to no avail.

"You…"

Derek paused as the image changed once again, unable to distinguish the scene or figure.

But this time, the voice was far clearer.

"Five Fables. That will be all you need. Five Fables and you can #%^#&"

"Wait…what happens when I get Five Fables?"

But the more he tried to call forth this scene, the more it slipped past his fingers, fleeting further away until he soon returned to the same quiet void.

Well, almost the same.

"AARGHH!!!" 

Derek's eyes shot wide open, his eyeballs threatening to pop out from his skull.

He let out a feral howl, an overwhelming surge of agony coursing through his body. 

It felt as though his skin were set ablaze, his muscles shredded apart while every single one of his bones broke, only to mend themselves and be shattered once again.

His nerves felt as if they were tangling in response to the violent transformation, each cell vibrating with an intensity that bordered on madness.

'Ah, I remember now…'

But with this pain came clarity.

'I guess I can't expect the pit to do everything for me.'

Derek's lips curled upwards despite the pain.

He suspected the pit was preventing him from dying, however, the process in which the Mirakuru strengthened his body down to his very DNA would not be pleasant.

And he knew this.

"Bring it on, Mirakuru!" Derek yelled arrogantly, all of his orifices gushing with blood.

Perhaps it was because he knew he wouldn't die or maybe the realisation that his body was undergoing a rebirth into something greater that made his grin grow so wide all his facial muscles contorted to make him look like the devil.

Or maybe he was simply losing his mind.

His previous weakness that came with those images had long disappeared, replaced with a raging fire that caused Derek to cackle crazily, a combination of the pain and his mind being driven to insanity.

But after what felt like hours, the pain started to subside. 

Derek's body was so weak from the screaming and pain that all he could do was lay there, returning to his previous absent-minded state.

But this time, he could just barely witness the glow of a familiar window.

[You have survived a dose of Modified Mirakuru]

[Your body has changed significantly]

[You have become a Superhuman]

[You have attained the msx1 gene from the Axolotl]

[Your regenerative capability will be greatly increased]

[You have gained the ability "Bloodlust"]

And with these dozen screens, came a bright light that made a smile appear on Derek's face.

***

'What's going on in there?'

Nyssa asked herself, she and the rest of the league stood straight up and silent.

They watched the waters of the pit fall into a frenzy, as if something was struggling in there, only for them to suddenly calm down a few moments ago.

"What should we do? Did you not call us here to assist him if something were to happen?" 

An assassin behind Nyssa spoke up, causing her to snap her head back.

"Do you want to die for acting without a direct order? You saw what happened to the last idiot who spoke out of line. Just stay quiet and..."

Nyssa paused upon seeing the assassins behind her distracted, her words seemingly falling on deaf ears.

-DRIP

However, her heart leapt as she realised their eyes were staring at something behind her, the sound of water dripping onto the hard ground entering her ears.

She slowly turned as she finally laid her eyes on the figure.

She knew who it was, yet he was nothing like what she'd last seen, prompting her to stare.

Gone was the skinny frame with exposed ribs, replaced with a body that looked as though it was sculpted by the gods.

With large pectoral muscles and a perfect eight-pack, veins bulge on the figure's hulking biceps. 

His cannonball-like shoulders gave him a broad figure, coupled with his lats visible from the front, making him look bigger and wider than he actually was.

But no, his taller-than-previous frame was perfectly filled out, giving him a lean physique, his v-taper being the cherry on top.

Nyssa's eyes slowly scaled up his wet body, finally landing on his black phantom mask, his wet hair clinging to the top half of it.

But before anyone could say anything...

-HUUUU

The colour faded from the world around them as something...dangerous oozed from the figure. 

His figure suddenly darkened, turning into nothing more than a shadowy silhouette with menacing green eyes peering from within it.

Every assassin could feel a shiver run down their spines as every cell in their body reminded them of an emotion they'd worked hard to dull.

Fear.

-BANG

They all instantly dropped to one knee at the same time, the loud BANG ringing out, nodding at how hard they'd done so.

Without the figure even saying anything, they'd kneeled. 

Not so much as a show of respect but simply because their survival instinct told them to.

They were so fearful that some were struggling to even stay conscious.

As for Nyssa...

-SHING

She immediately drew her sword, her mind racing as she grits her teeth as if to force herself to move, betraying the discomfort in her eyes and scrunched eyebrows.

Her emotions overpowered her rationale, a single thought repeating in her mind like a broken record. Survive.

She leapt, clearing the distance between them in just a few steps.

And as she pulled back her sword, ready to cut down the figure's head, her other hand snaked to her backup dagger behind her waist…

Silence.

Both the sound of the sword slicing through the air and the blade cutting through flesh were absent.

And the reason was clear as Nyssa simply widened her eyes.

The figure leisurely held her blade between his index finger and thumb. Despite Nyssa swinging her sword with all the force she could muster, it proved useless.

'So fast…I didn't even see him move…'

"Nyssa…"

In the second, the colour suddenly began to return to the world around them, the suffocating aura and immense pressure being lifted off their shoulders.

It was because of this that Nyssa blinked a few times, her eyes locking with the green behind the figure's mask.

"Tell me…" He spoke, throwing her sword to the side as her arm helplessly followed, her wrist grabbed before it could go any further. 

Wrapping his other hand around her waist and grabbing her dagger, the small distance between the two was inevitably filled, bringing them face to face.

"What made you attack me?" 

Nyssa was left surprised, freezing for a second as her face lay inches away from his. She could feel the water on his body dampen the clothes around her torso.

She struggled to find somewhere to place her spare hand as it helplessly ended up on the figure's bare chest.

"You…well, I don't know what you did. I simply acted before I could have a chance to think clearly." She answered surprisingly calmly despite the position she was in.

"Is that so? Describe it. What was it like?" He asked once again, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"...It was the same intense aura I'd feel from my father when he lost his temper. Only…far worse." She took a moment to think about her answer, slowly easing into the position she was currently in.

"I see. That's good. Don't worry…"

Nyssa felt the cold touch of the blade on her back, the same place where the figure's hand was.

"I won't have to use this. I was just making sure."

Despite the clothes and light armour she wore, she could still feel the weapon as if it were on her skin, making her stiffen up, instinctively moving her hips closer to the figures to escape it.

"What kind of game are you playing?" She finally asked, unable to uphold her stoic demeanour, her eyes never leaving his.

"Mhm, just checking something." 

The figure shrugged, unhanding her as his slime stretched from his pants, wrapping around him, drying him and forming his suit, the hood over his head.

'I see. Bloodlust. Quite the useful ability. I didn't think it would be so effective as to make her leap at me.'

He walked toward the throne in the room, clenching his fists a few times as he did.

Finally, he looked over the large throne, big enough to hold two of him.

But this didn't bother him. No, in fact, it pleased him.

He took a seat, crossing his legs as his chin rested on his fist, looking over the still-shaken assassins, still bowing.

"Now, what was it you wanted to tell me, Nyssa?" He asked the still dazed and slightly embarrassed Nyssa, snapping her out of her trance as she turned to face him.

'While she speaks, I'm eager to see what has changed. Status.'

But before he could witness the screen he wanted, something interrupted.

[Your soul has cracked as a result of using the Lazarus Pit]

[Speedforce energy leaks from you]

[The Speedforce has noticed you]

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