July 18th 2010



Right, have you ever had that dream where you find yourself in a highly public place seemingly having everyone’s attention? Whilst basking in the attention of everybody you then realise that they are not particularly praising you but instead are actually laughing and for the life of you, you can’t remember exactly what funny thing you said that they are laughing about? Only to realise that you are naked and everyone’s taking pictures.



Yes? Good, because I really didn’t want to feel like I was the only person to have that sort of dream. Actually, it’s less a dream and more like a bloody nightmare.



You must be wondering what the bloody hell I'm talking about right? Might also be wondering that am I currently naked in public? No, I am not BUT I might as well be.



Right, right, right, where are my manners? Mummy raised me better than this. Let's get down with names first, mines Solomon Garai. Mates call me Sully. Solo never caught on despite the obviousness and superiority of the name.



Anyway, it was all rather funny, here I was, making my way back to my bedroom after scrounging around the kitchen for a midnight snack, only when I went to switch off the kitchen light, I blinked and suddenly found myself on the sidewalk of bloody knows where.



To make it even worse, I was currently dressed in my Chewie onesie. Wearing a chewie onesie isn’t really embarrassing cos Chewie is a bro but its more along the lines some would consider me a little too old to be wearing a Chewie onesie.



Which at this point, I now refer you back to the whole naked part of this internal narration.



Speaking of the onesie, it felt looser than it usually feels.



I tried to ignore the stares that I was getting as I walked down the random street that I had found myself on, calmly eating my sandwich and trying to ignore the very cold pavement beneath the bottom of my feet. I really hoped that this pavement was up to scratch with no cuts or anything like that to give me something like Hepatitis or something.



That would suck.



Thankfully, I fired off a quick prayer to Jeebus to thank him that I was black and black does not blush easily or ever. So, I'd like to say that despite my heart pounding a hundred miles a beat inside my chest, ready to burst out of it like some chest burster from Aliens, all everyone saw on the street was a calm as a cucumber bastard in a onesie eating a goddamn tuna and sweetcorn sandwich.



And then for some strange reason, people started screaming, tornadoes started coming out of nowhere and boats started dropping from the sky.



Did I mention the boats and tornadoes cos boy, did they take me for a rough ride.



Honestly, I should be dead. I honestly should be dead. Very dead.



The tornado literally pulled me and some other couple of people off our feet and straight into its thraws, spinning us right round like that goddamn song from the 90s. Whilst in the midst of that particular hell trying to scream but not being able due to the fact that the air was being sucked out of me, I took a glancing blow from one of the boats that had been caught in the tornado that sent me careening into other people like a goddamn pinball.



The boats blow by itself should have killed me or at the very least gave me some serious hurt but strangely enough it did neither but instead somehow felt like it... energized me? Does that make sense. Like I said, weird.



Fucking weird.



So weird that I chalked it up to adrenaline and prepared myself for a world of hurt the moment the rush died down.



That is until I glanced a boat coming at me one more time that I yelped... well tried to yelp but couldn’t and instead brought my arms up in something resembling a defence that would do nothing good for me and closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.



I definitely felt getting hit.



I also felt not getting hurt.



But I definitely felt getting energized once more.



And oh yeah, something exploded and the tornado suddenly died before I felt myself flying through the air before hitting the ground, I think... hard(?) several times. I'm questioning the hard part because I felt it but it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.



I just got pumped full of energy with each bounce of the ground before I came to a stop.



Goddamn that was weird.



Even weirder was me getting straight back up on my feet.



I quickly checked myself over and apart from some cuts and scrapes I seemed fine. I didn’t even feel like I had broken anything resembling a bone. “I am definitely confused.” I muttered to myself as I double checked to make sure that I wasn’t hallucinating. Man, this day was weird. “How am I not dead?”



“An interesting question indeed.” A metallic voice concurred from behind me. I whirled as I turned around just in time to see giant suit of armour, I think, that was primarily black and red with what seemed like blue coloured tubes that ran into its shoulders and arms. It also had a dark coloured ragged scarf covering its mouth. “You should be dead.”



The blunt statement did not catch me of guard since I rather agreed with... whatever I was facing. “Yeah... I kinda figured as well.” Okay Sully, try not panic. Try not to panic. Try not to panic. I really want to panic right about now. “Hi, I’m Sully.”



“Mister Twister.” the armoured giant replied cordially even though the metallic tinge to its voice didn’t seem to sound anything resembling cordiality. He raised one of his arms and pointed it straight at me. “And goodbye.”



A jet of air shot out of the giant’s arm and ploughed right into me sending me flying. It felt like I just had the life knocked out of me as I was sent flying once more before crashing into a boat that now littered the area.



“Fuuucckk...” I groaned as I got up. “That actually...sorta hurt...?” I trailed off wiggling my fingers and noticing that I was not hurt as much as I should be, just dizzy and even more juiced up now. I wiggled my fingers once more. “I feel all tingly.”



Let’s stop for a moment and ponder the situation.



I was making a midnight snack going back to bed only to find myself in the middle of the street of some random place. Then tornadoes or twisters considering this arseholes name started coming out of nowhere. From my knowledge, twisters just didn’t turn out of the blue like that and certainly nobody ended up in some random street out of the blue whilst they had just been in their house.



Taking all this into account.



“Fuck off.” I wanted it all to fuck off but the evidence. “I wonder...” Shrugging I pointed both my hands, fists closed and aimed at the giant as it fired off even more tornadoes or blasts of air. I really don’t know if this was going to work or anything so I just imagined myself firing off a gun and squeezed the trigger.



Or in my case, pressed my fingers into the palm of my hands. I felt a rush of energy and-WAIT A GODDAMN SECOND! WHAT IF I FIRED WHATEVER I WAS FIRING OUT OF THE PALMS OF MY HANDS!? I’M GOING TO BLOW MY FUCKING FINGERS OFF!



The recoil from my blast sent me careening onto my arse. I didn’t get to see Mister Twister get hit but I certainly did hear the sweet satisfying sound of something metal getting hit real hard. It was beautiful.



It was even more beautiful when I looked up and noticed the armoured giant flat on the ground, a dent in where whatever I had fired had hit him.



Glorious.



Simply Glorious.



Mister Twister got up and turned to look in my direction. “Hmm, seems I should kill you more thoroughly.” Hmm... I probably should have played dead. That was probably a good idea. A very good idea indeedio.



“Please don’t hurt me.” I squeaked.



“Too late for that.” he turned those dangerous looking arms at me. “Perhaps making you make that noise again will finally get me the full and undivided attention that I am seeking.”



“You’ve got ours!” Someone yelled. It sounded like a bloke’s voice. A teenage one at that. Mister Twister turned to face the new arrival. “Full and undivided!”



With the giant in the way, I didn’t quite see what happened but whatever had hit had sent him skidding backwards a few feet. “Immaterial and insufficient! You are merely a destruction that I can no longer tolerate!” Mister Twister declared to the new arrival.



Something dropped out of the sky with a loud roar of something. Mister Twister simply glided back from where he had stood to avoid the attack. I kinda blinked at that, I mean, couldn’t the yelling guy that dropped in from the sky attacked without yelling? He could probably have actually landed a hit there.



Now that I think about it, Mister Twister didn’t have his attention on me now that it was taken by the new arrivals. I still felt pretty pumped up, so I shrugged and levelled both fists at the back of Mister Twister and squeezed. Considering that I was on my ass already, this time, the recoil sent me onto my back and I quickly scrambled away into the holds of the boat so I could escape retribution.



I disappeared into the shadows with enough time to hear that sweet, sweet sound of a hit being made.



“Woah!” one of the two arrivals let out in surprise, I think the first.



“That infernal brat!” Mister Twister roared as I made my way through the damaged boat. “Just expire already!”



I made it out to the other side of the boat just in time for it to be blown to smithereens by a jet of air that sent me flying, again. I was beginning to think this was going to be a recurring thing and just accepted it. It wasn’t as if this was actually going to hurt me or anything.



Well... hurt me too much that is.



Like before, it hurt a little but not enough to be debilitating and I just got up from being juiced up once more from the impact. I wiggled my fingers once more. I’m guessing that whatever I did had something to do with absorbing kinetic energy from impacts and then firing them back as a... what? Shockwave? Energy beam of some sort? Either way, that was pretty neat. It was even more neat that I had the necessary secondary powers of being invulnerable enough to take in the damage without being left a wreck afterwards.



I definitely enjoyed that particular part.



Dusting myself off, I looked back towards Mister Twister and noticed that two additional youths had joined this particularly dangerous party that was happening and they seemed to be getting their ass kicked. I mean, they were making a good show of it but they were still getting their ass kicked.



And that was my opinion as I looked at one of them as he was sent flying into a house then followed by another and then Mister Twister firing pretty much launching a boat at them somehow using a water twister. Guess the man certainly deserved his nickname.



All of a sudden, they started clutching their heads. “What did we tell you!?” the tallest of the lot asked angrily to seemingly nobody.



Okay, so that happened.



I just looked as Mister Twister seemingly just stood there and thought about firing another blast at him just as a ‘Fuck you!’ for trying to kill me then I realised he would notice me and try to kill me again and this time, my cover was basically in rubbles. Then I realised I'm somewhat of a tank with a nifty passive.



I steadied myself and prepared for the recoil cos I figured I was going to have to run if he decided to come over and personally make sure I died by sucking the air out of me. I don’t think my power worked that way.



So, everything prepared, I aimed, squeezed the trigger and fired.



Mister Twister noticed it this time and dodged it just barely. He turned his head to face me so fast that I wished it broke his neck. “You are still alive and by far have become more than a mere irritation.” He held out a hand slowly closed a fist. “I shall enjoy enjoying choking the life out of you personally.”



I don’t think my powers covered that. “Can’t you just hit me again with another air blast? I’ll die this time, promise.”



“No.”



I turned and ran only to find myself not getting far very fast as it seemed as if I was being sucked in by something. “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” it was becoming even harder to actually make traction as I was slowly being lifted off the ground as the winds got stronger.



Thankfully, before I was actually pulled back, I found myself in a completely different area with someone’s hands around me. I blinked and looked up at the red head of the teens that had been fighting Mister Twister. “Thanks.”



“Dude, that was awesome!” the red-head exclaimed excitedly. “But seriously, who are you?”



“You can call my Sully.” I pointed in the direction of Mister Twister. “And I think your attention should be on that guy over there. So, if you don’t mind letting go off me so I can slink off to somewhere reasonably safe.”



The red-head grinned. “I’m Kid Flash,” my eyes must have been bugged out when he said his name cause somehow, his grin got ever wider. “Yeah, that Kid Flash and don’t worry about it, we’ve got a plan and definitely have this handled!”



My attention barely caught onto the rest of what Kid Flash said as I was still processing the fact that this guy was called Kid Flash! Kid Motherfuckin’ Flash! As in DC Flash!



I was in DC? I didn’t know how to feel about that to be honest. I mean, I was the DC version of a mutant, a metahuman by the looks of things but I didn’t read as many comics as I used to and even then, it was mostly Marvel stuff. I always appreciated Marvel somewhat trying to stay to a greyer portrayal of its Multiverse compared to DC.



Though forums occasionally did touch on how DC had gotten darker and edgier for the past few years. Don’t know if that was true but I figured if I wanted to be in a relatively safe comics universe, DC could have been worse.



I think.



It's been a while.



…



I am so screwed, aren’t I?



A shadow passed over us before someone in red armour and a blue cape lined with gold landed in front of the rest of the teens that had formed up in front of Mister Twister. “Hit the showers boys,” the figure said in the same metallic voice as that of Mister Twister. “I was hoping you would be able to handle this, clearly you cannot.”



The shortest of the teens tried to argue. “But we’ve got a plan now.”



“The subject is not up for debate.” the one in red replied with finality.



The boys retreated back, heads down.



Now that I think about it, where these guys the Teen Titans? There was Kid Flash, Wally West I think was his name and the black guy with blonde hair must have been Jackson Hyde. I do remember having that particular volume of Teen Titans comics from where he made his first appearance. It was strange seeing him with blonde hair instead of the dreads I sorta remember seeing him in.



Don’t know who the other two are though but I could guess when it comes to the kid with the utility pouch, one of the Robins and I'm figuring either Drake or the one that came after him.



It was now a stand-off before Mister Twister and the new guy. Speaking of which, “Who’s the guy in the cape?”



Kid Flash looked at me, an eyebrow raised behind his goggles from the way his eye reacted. Did I just ask a stupid question? I probably asked a stupid question. “That’s Red Tornado, dude. How have you never heard of him?” he shook his head for a moment. “Forget that, I’ve got something I need to do.” he said before dashing off.



I blinked as I watched the air that probably Wally West had vacated before turning back to the battle that was happening between Red Tornado and Mister Twister. The battle lasted quicker than I thought it would be simply because Mister Twister was not actually fighting Red Tornado.



It turned out that Mister Twister was actually fighting a green-skinned space babe.



I took a moment to take in this site and figured just because I don’t know how I got here doesn’t mean that I won’t be able to enjoy myself cos Miss Martian is hot. Even when she’s squashing a human like a bug with a giant ass rock with her TK.



Fortunately, the man that had been piloting Mister Twister didn’t go squish like a bug and more like a robot.



“Oh yeah guys!” Kid Flash suddenly appeared next to me through a burst of super speed. I was never going to get used to that. He waved over at the rest of his companions to come over. “This is Sully! He's the guy that was firing off those cool beams before.”



Robin, probably Drake by the way he carried himself with that cocky swagger, spoke as he and the rest of the team made their way over. “Yeah, I noticed. Where you the one that gave Twister that dent in his chest when we arrived?” he asked, probably looking me over behind the shades.



Hell, he was probably running my face through facial recognition if the shades were uber-tech.



“Yep,” I answered, popping the ‘p’. “Twister tried to kill me and I sort of fired back in retaliation. Didn't know I could do that until then.” Hold on, did Wally say I fire energy blasts? Neat. So, it wasn’t shockwave generation then.



“That was very brave of you.” said Jackson Hyde or Aqualad as they came to a stop in front of us. “Most people run in that situation.”



Shrugging, I replied. “Well, I suppose you might say I was a little peeved that Twister had caught me in one of his little twisters and nearly killed me. So, I guess it was my own sort of way of getting one back at the guy.”



Then I noticed the ‘S’ on the last unknown of the group who seemed to be scowling at something or nothing for some reason though he was looking at me. I wondered what I did to piss him off because I really did not want to piss off Superboy.



I really did not want to test whether I could take on the sort of energy a kinetic impact from a Kryptonian would give or even survive said impact in the form of a fist.



Gliding my eyes all over them I... was confused. The line-up seemed familiar but I couldn’t remember from where. From the comics? But I had read the comics a long time ago and the team line-up had changed quite a few times by the time I was done and I couldn’t recall a solid one but this one seemed familiar.



Was Superboy in the team when Jackson was in the team? If that was the case, where was Cassie? Beast Boy as well. I think even Ravager was in the team at this time or was that Raven?



“Is something the matter?” Miss Martian asked when she noticed my probably deep thought and confused look.



I shook my head. “No, I’m fine. Just kinda wondering what to do now.”



“What do you mean?” Drake asked.



“Well, I live in England and I kinda found myself here just before Robo-Twister over there tried to kill everybody.”



Kid Flash appeared right in front of me excitedly. A gust of wind caused by him passing us by. “Wait, you can teleport!?”



“I don’t think so.” I answered truthfully. I doubted teleportation was in my power set. I ran a hand through my hair... wait a second, I have hair? Oh my god, I have hair! Actual hair! That explains a lot actually... wait, get excited about having my hair back later on, at the moment deal with the matter at hand. “To be honest, I don’t think I have a home anymore.”



The others apart from Superboy winced. Jackson put a hand on my shoulder in a consolatory gesture. “Yes, Mister Twister certainly destroyed many homes today on his rampage but do not worry, I am sure the local government will have shelters and housing for you and your family.”



It was a nice gesture but the guy wasn’t actually understanding what I was trying to say and I really couldn’t blame him for that. So, I decided to explain the situation a bit more. “Oohh, that’s my bad. Should have given you guys more info. It's more along the lines that Twister didn’t destroy my home here, it’s more along the lines I don’t have a home here, in this universe.” they looked at me, their expressions blank. “Ladies and gents, I'm from a complete different universe. That's why I don’t have a home to go through.”



Wally was the first to blink and zipped to my side and nudged me a little. “Yeah, that’s real funny buddy.”



“I’m sure it is, Wally.” That stopped him nudging my side as his eyes widened in surprise. Then I pointed to the others. “Megan Morse, Jackson Hyde and Tim Drake.”



Aqualad was about to say something but Robin stepped up then, stopping him short. “I think we are going to need to call in the League on this, guys.”



I agreed with that but honestly, I have no clue why Tim looks like he’s about ready to burst a gut.