Daylight

What Are You Doing Here?

-- Chapter 10 --

As the drone flies off to his charging station, Donnie turns the potion over and over in his hand. The container it's in is cold to the touch. The last time he had taken a potion, it hadn't gone so well, so he isn't too excited.

"Hey, man! We're almost there! You just gotta drink the thing and all the others will be back, just as promised.." J, on the other hand seems thrilled. The turtle stays silent, still looking at the liquid. Is he sure he wants to do this? What if the people he brings back are maniacs? Or it backfires, some sort of apocalypse.

J speaks up, bringing Donnie out of his thoughts. "Thanks for the help, man." Well he has to do it now. He did all of this. Plus, maybe he could look to the people who had used Daylight before for some advice, like how to better control it, how to not accidentally hurt innocents. He stares at his hand, as if expecting it to take the potion for him. The turtle lets out a quick sigh, then chugs the whole thing. 

Almost instantly, his head hurts like hell. It feels like it's on fire. His ears are ringing, it sounds like screaming. Like everything's on fire. Spirits start flying out of his head, making a big tornado around him .His hands fly to his head, and he squeezes his eyes shut. His formerly injured hand starts flaring up again. Everything starts to slow down, and he hesitantly starts to open his eyes, taking his hands off his head. Everything's flying in circles around him but much slower now. It's almost calm. Until it starts picking up the pace again. 

The spirits start whooping, cheering, talking about their plans for all sorts of things. Unfortunately, most of their plans are for crimes and murder instead of good. A mix of all sorts of different voices, languages that aren't even human. Languages that are just grunts and yells. Memories that are from many, many years ago, memories that as per usual, aren't his own. Generations seem to flow out of his skull. All of this is so new, and yet it's already growing old. He hates it. He wants it over with. 

He hears a familiar voice. "Hey, you okay?" J asks. No, he doesn't feel okay. Of course he fucking doesn't. The turtle looks around for the only person that he knows here, but fails to find them. "J?" The whirlwind of green starts turning into flesh and blood and bones, and D's eyes shut quickly. He can't see this. He doesn't want to. He starts to lift off the ground, hovering in the middle.

Suddenly, it all stops. He hits the ground.

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A few days later, after bringing everyone back, Donnie sits up in bed. He still isn't used to his new room, missing all of his other stuff, and more importantly, his family. When the people were brought back, and Donnie was knocked out on the ground, "Which left S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. even more work," Donnie had said after waking up, (receiving a talking-to from S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.,) a lot of the people ran off to cause chaos and crimes. Several times on the news there were banks robbed and people murdered, and Donnie immediately regretted bringing those people back.

The only reason that the others didn't run off was because S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had helped convince them, saying they had nowhere else to go and that there was food. At first there wasn't enough, but the drone had been going out and getting more. Those past few days, Donnie had been watching the news and looking out for J. But they weren't there. Donnie was supposed to be one of the good guys, the smart one. But he ended up bringing a bunch of maniacs back from the dead, and left it all to his drone to do most of the work. So he had to help somehow. He couldn't just leave his family to deal with it on their own

When he had first woken up from being knocked out, and seen all the chaos that was on the news, he wanted to get up and lend a hand right away, but S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had insisted that he get some rest for a few days. Today is the first day that he can go out and help.