Resurrection

Rain fell down from the sky as bolts of lightning shattered the skies as if the sky was a quasar in the galaxy with the navy blue skies seeming to simply be an illusion. The corpse of Jonathan Dasten-- buried six feet under as his killer stands above, holding a test tube, his face looking peeved, as he grumbled to himself, "why did i botch that formula for ectoplasm so damn badly?" pouring the tube of it into the dirt of the grave near him, as he walked off back into his lab to make up another batch to experiment on someone innocent to blow off some steam. meanwhile-- the ectoplasm fell in the dirt, most of it getting sopped up by the soil, with one large droplet of it landing on the exposed chest wound of the corpse that was comprised of open muscle and bone as the chest cavity looked torn up. The ectoplasm affected the corpse, with him soon opening his eyes as he arose from what he thought would've been his last moments, as he soon saw what looked like a makeshift coffin, Jonathan's expression changed from Glazed to wide-eyed, he reached up his arms, busting through the dirt and soon the ground of the grave started to shake, as the lightning contorted across the sky when a bluish-grey hand reached out, followed by the now undead figure gasping for fresh air--his face soon changing back to glazed and wan as he fell into a conscious blackout as his now arisen body decided to go into autopilot, as he trudged and limped towards the hq as the rain lashed and whipped down on his carcass. he soon made it to the HQ, he soon heard a familiar voice ask if he was alright, the coldness and exhaustion being too much as he passed out into the figure's arms and fell unconscious.

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Jonathan soon started coming to from the blackout as he saw what looked like the ceiling of his room, he pondered if it was all a nightmare-- it was too vivid to even seemingly be one as he tried to shake off the feeling as just a very bad dream. He tried to sit up when pain unfurled from his chest, his expression changing from Deadpan to pained as he lay back down from the pain ebbing from underneath, looking down to see bandages looking perfectly woven around the chest as it looked like there was no blood. he looked at his arms to see them as the normal porcelain tone rather than the sickly greyish-blue color that he saw on the night of his resurrection. he looked out the window, wincing from the bright lights as it had now reached the dawning skies of a lighter blue.  he brushed away the ginger-colored bangs from his face before getting dressed and tying his hair into a ponytail, like usual as he went downstairs to try and get info on what had happened to him, and to prepare for another busy day ahead of assessing badly injured heroes' wounds.

"So, it's nice to see you fully conscious right now." A voice sounded out, Jonathan looked over to see Olivia standing there, glancing at jonathan. "You were out cold for a couple of days, it was quite a shock to see what had happened to you." she said in a rather calm demeanor. "W-what do you mean by that?" Jonathan said, confused and still a bit shaken by what had happened at least what happened a couple days ago. "You showed up at the hq's doorstep all zombie-like, with that wound in your chest and one side of your upper and lower jaw being completely rotted, with the teeth showing through as a dark teal-ish patch surrounded that, along with the chest wound, not to mention how emaciated and gaunt you looked, you then passed out and reverted to your original form." another voice said. Jonathan turned his head to see Vincent standing at the staircase railing. "So i really am kinda dead then...." Jonathan said, his voice sounding like a mix of realization and shock. He ran to the bathroom to check his reflection in the mirror, turning on the tap and splashing water in his face, thinking that  the whole "dead part" was a nightmare still trying to deny it as real, looking up  and finally seeing his ghostly blue irises in comparison to his originally hazel colored eyes, alongside an angry red scar blotched on one side of his jaw. "N-no, this must be some nightmare, I can't truly be dead!" Jonathan panicked, seeing his skin turn paler and soon a pale greyish teal; looking at the mirror--to his shock and horror, the angry red blotch on his face fading to a dark grayish teal, revealing some of his teeth, his face now looking gaunt; and to add to his fear-- one of his scleras turned a deep navy blue. Jonathan gasped and screamed, not having any irrational thought, he scrambled away from the mirror, He truly was dead.... he backed up into the door, phasing through it and not knowing which direction he was going, he ended up tumbling down the stairs and blacking out. 

Jonathan awoke to someone tapping his face gently.

"Hey, you kinda blacked out." a voice said.

Jonathan sat up "Must've had a tiny panic attack." he turned his head to the figure, seeing that it was Ulrich who woke him up.

"A tiny panic attack? i don't think screaming, phasing through the door, and falling down the stairs is a tiny panic attack, you had a full-blown freakout." Ulrich explained.

"So, i guess that i really might be dead, huh?" Jonathan realized.

"I mean, if that explains how you phazed through that door like it was a hologram, then yes?" Ulrich shrugged.

"Well, bollocks..." Jonathan muttered, burying his face into his hands, clearly stressed.

"I mean, if you're undead or something,  you could have some sorta powers that could help ot ou team." Ulrich reassured.

"Like WHAT?!" Jonathan snapped, clearly still shaken.

"Phasing through walls and objects, or some other cool ghost power" Ulrich explained.

Jonathan just stared on, still stressed, as he got up.

"I'm gonna stay in my room for a bit, to hopefully try and process whatever shitshow i'm goin' through right now." Jonathan sighed, heading up to his room.

Jonathan soon made it up to his room, laying down on his bed and staring up at his ceiling.

Jonathan couldn't set his mind straight; only now thinking of what Ulrich explained to him about powers... and his mind flashing back to before his demise; when Dr. Pure held him prisoner and tortured him. Thinking of those same powers and realizing that he could use them to stop his killer in his tracks.

Jonathan realized that he could get revenge somehow; the idea soon blossomed into a disguise... now wanting to get vengeance...

Becoming a ghost

Becoming an undead....

Becoming....

APPARITION!!!