27th November
The liquid metal in my system form into a super hero suit? 'This is strange, right? I'm dressed as a hero? Yeah. Is this right? Probably. I don't know if this is a good or bad idea but I'm going with it. Why am I doing this? Trying to be a hero? Because it's to make me different. To make sure I'm not Darla. She hated the idea of being a hero. I think it...it's not a thing that I would do but I'm doing it anyways.'
The suit is grey. It's dark grey with a light grey spider on it. My hair is out and I made it turn grey with the liquid metal. The suit, like most others, is form fitting yet it allows me to move freely. I take a deep breath. I take a run and jump, leaping off of the roof. I shoot a web line from my wrist and swing to the next roof. 'Success! That is so much fun!'
*??? Explanation to an audience of masks* "When Darla was kidnapped, they experimented on her. Wiping her memory after. The lab she was in was a forced mutation lab. How fun. They found that her alien blood work a lot better with their tests so just in case, they made copies. Copies of her. Clones. The clones weren't very successful. Some died in a day, others suffered a slow and painful death. Except one. Delia. I guess I described thing a bit vague further up. Her alien blood worked well, it reacted with the tests and she gained some neat abilities. Like copying people's genetic "powers". So, bam! Hero made. Deal with it." They started taking notes whilst I walk out. 'Delia, your hero already has villains'.
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A Successor
Fanfiction"I woke up. It was strange. I'm not Darla nor Veenea. That's...good?" Delia is a clone. No, not one of jackal's clone. The people who created her specialise in forced mutation. Forced mutation mixed with Darla's DNA created perfection. So they copie...
