Chapter 5: Chapter 05: Powers? [2]

05: Powers? [2]

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Lightning crackled out of Nova, slamming into Sextus, burning a side of his face.

"Arghhhhh!" he let out a muffled cry, seething in pain.

Hey, Nova . . . enjoyed that. It was like climaxing. He felt relieved. And content. satisfied. Was he a sadist? Probably . . . not. No. he was not a sadist, or his women from his previous life would've died. Not like some of them hadn't. Though Nova preferred to not think about those unfortunate ones.

"You fucker!!!" Sextus growled and lunged at him.

He, of course, utilized another aspect of his Goddess' power, strong winds, and breezed around Sextus. It was hard to maneuver. And oh, he could fly. That's surprising and exciting. The wind, however, was getting too violent so he stopped and tried to land. He failed, his old ass hitting the ground with a resounding thud was proof of that.

Sextus had already stopped chasing him. someone was treating his face injury. Though Nova was not sure it could be even called an 'injury'. The right side of the gay's face was burnt, charred even, and unrecognizable.

Sextus waved the person away and said that he'd do a proper check-up after training Nova. Now, Nova was convinced that the gay was pissed at him. And that the gay was a mutant, or a mutate.

The combat training was tough. No words were exchanged after, and only hands had been exchanged. Nova calculated that they continued to train for more than two hours, by the end of which, he was utterly exhausted and covered in some bruises. Though they would heal, Nova knew they would. Just like the bruises on his limbs after the brainwashing. Nova had discovered that he had a minor-healing factor. It was not as strong as Wolverine but was noticeable nonetheless.

On the other hand, Sextus had been quiet the whole time. His was stoic, and Nova could not get a notable read. Anyway, Sextus left just after. Meanwhile, Nova was guided to a new instructor. Yes. Let's call them instructors.

The man was tall, firm, and husky. His face was scary enough for children to pee their pants, and the hideous scar on his face was just a plus. Though Nova remained blank.

"You did some work Dick's face? I heard he's similar to me now." He said, smiling. Ugh, Goddess, his smile was ugly.

"Anyway, I'm your shooting trainer, you do not need to know my name."

Ok, he needed to give the man a name. Fuckface. Yes, a suitable name. A suitable name indeed.

Fuckface shoved a Glock-17 into his arms and pointed at a target some distance away.

"Seventeen rounds can be loaded in this baby; you need to hit the target a total of seventeen times without missing. That's it. That's all there is to it. You could train using moving targets, but in my personal opinion, you'll learn to shoot moving targets more proficiently if you were in a real fight." He spoke.

The target was a moving dummy, presumably 30 meters or so away. Nova shrugged and picked up bullets from the table near them, there were other weapons and bullets on it as well. Nova picked up rounds, loaded the magazine, put it in the pistol, and charged the weapon so as to have a round in the breach. Then, he aimed, pointing at the distant dummy.

He moved his hand along with it and pulled the trigger.

With a thundering noise, the dummy was shot accurately. Nova, however, didn't stop as he charged and shot again, and again, and again. He shot until all seventeen rounds he'd loaded had hit the dummy accurately before he returned the pistol to Fuckface.

If there was one thing Nova considered himself to be good at, or even skilled at, it would be weapons. He was good.

Anyway, after some praise, Fuckface trained him in the "Art of Weapons" as Fuckface liked to call it. After which, he was guided back into his room. Another day had passed, and there was no answer from his Goddess, he was almost getting worried. Almost.

During the night, presumably, since the white room was always being blasted with fucking lights, Nova summoned his suit, altered it, and made it into a fine baggy nightwear—he liked his freedom while sleeping, after all. He, of course, didn't forget to save it in one of the countless "slots". Then, as he lay down on his bed looking up at the unsurprisingly white ceiling, Nova brought his hands forward.

This time, he wanted to see how the lightning appeared.

At first, nothing happened, then, A little sizzle resounded.

-Bzzt~

Small tendrils of lightning danced on his hands, illuminating his almost child-like excited face. He had powers dammit! It was a warm, and exciting feeling! No matter how old he was, there was still that excitement inside him. That excitement he'd felt when Tony had announced "I am Iron-Man". The movie had released back in 2008, it was 2029 when he died, he was 14 back when [Iron Man] was released.

Back then, these movies were his only escape from life, from his dad's beatings, and from his mother's- . . . anyway, back then, he was so excited when he'd heard Tony say "I am Iron-Man" it had sent literal chills down his spine.

Then, there was this time when Banner said "I am always angry." And the Hulk smashed that Chitori lizard. He was so excited back then too. But later, he'd gotten so busy that he didn't have time to watch movies. He only watched every movie till 2018, then, he got busy. Though he did watch occasionally with his girls. The last one he'd watched was [Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness]. He'd missed a movie or two, but he remembered watching [Loki] and [Ms. Marvel].

Anyway, he'd derailed too much hadn't he?

He shook his mind out of his thoughts and watched the tendrils of lightning sizzling before he diminished them. And called forth water. He did not make the mistake of calling forth wind; it would be too fast. But he shouldn't have called forth water either. Why? Because it manifested out of thin air and burst out like a dam, rushing out in bulk, it slammed into him.

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-Splash~

"Crap!" he cursed and stood up, completely drenched in water. But that wasn't a problem, he could just switch between different suits, and his clothes would dry out. But the problem was his bed sheet. It was drenched. Ugh. He just had to test his powers while lying down, didn't he?

He heaved a sigh, and removed the bed sheet, in a futile hope that the damage was not that high. But alas, what is done is done. Nothing can be done, for the done cannot be undone. (A/N: my apologies).

The bed sheet was soggy and wet, and so was the bed. He couldn't sleep on it. No. he couldn't, not at all. So, he walked up to the door of the room and twisted the doorknob open. There was no one outside, apart from a single guard—which was, strictly speaking, quite stupid. Did Hydra really think that he could be held back by a single soldier? How naïve of them. Nova wanted to snort in contempt, but he bit back the urge, noticing that the guard was staring at him with his 'guard' up. Heh~

Anyway, Nova spoke up: "Bed. Wet." But he still decided that he shouldn't form coherent sentences yet. He didn't know how the brainwashing worked, but it was always good to act the part. He wanted to show that he was brainwashed, but he couldn't talk all that well. He would slowly start talking more and more, though. But for now? he determined that it was for the best if he formulated small sentences only.

The guard looked him over weirdly, before he moved inside the room, and walked up to the bed. He frowned as he observed.

"Did you piss yourself, Pup?" The guard asked. Nova would admit; he wanted to facepalm so hard right now. of course, not himself, but the guard. He wanted to facepalm the guard so hard that the fucker would remember his over nine-thousand ancestors.

Just as the guard was going to say something again, the door—which had shut automatically—opened, and a few soldiers walked in. Nova wasn't surprised when he saw those said soldiers carrying a mattress.

He had a little suspicion, no, it could be said that he was certain that he was being monitored 24/7. And even if he had a suspicion, it was clear as day now. There were hidden cameras and microphones inside his room, just as expected. Otherwise, why would they bring a mattress just when he happened to have drowned his mattress in water? And they, being the voyeurs they were, immediately brought a mattress.

. . . just as Nova planned.

Sure, he didn't know that the water would burst out like that, but he had planned that he would test his powers tonight, inside his room, and just happen to drop water on his mattress—only to confirm if they were keeping an eye on him or not. It was just a plus how the water burst out like a fucking dam and drowned his bed in a wet mess.

The soldiers changed the mattress with the dry one, and left just after, without speaking to him. They were brain-dead soldiers. Nothing much. Nothing but a shell remaining of what they used to be. Nova sighed and retracted his nightwear. It retracted thread by thread, somewhere unknown to him. He was butt naked now, but he was not bothered by it. So? He quickly summoned the nightwear—let's just call it nighty—back, and it was as good as brand new.

Nova slumped down on the new, dried, and soft mattress. At least, the super racist homicidal organization, also known as Hydra, where Nazi-loving bastards resided, was good at taking care of their own men. In a weird twisted way.

Anyway, testing his powers in his room was intentional, so that the Hydra would put more focus on him. Of course, he wasn't crazy enough to show off his every card. He had only shown Water, Lightning, and Wind. Nothing more, nothing less.

There were still many left. Such as barometric pressure, cloud cover, precipitation, etcetera. There were many things, or powers in this particular case, connected with Storms.

And there were still Love and High sees left. He didn't know what they held. And he didn't even know if that was all his Goddess had to offer since he'd only guessed what she could do, discerning it from her name.

Goddess of Storms, Lady of Love, and the High Seas, Anari. That's who his Goddess was.

And he was not entirely sure what else she could do, or what else he could do. He still had his Void powers to explore, didn't he? He sighed, he would test them later, but for now? he wanted a good night's sleep.

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["Wakey Wakey~ wake up."] Nova awoke to a sweat whisper in his ears, it was ticklish. Even though she was not there with him, and only speaking through some sort of telepathy, it was still ticklish. He didn't know, he might just be a big pervert who felt tickled only by hearing a Goddess' voice.

'I'm awake, my Goddess. Are you done with the things you were busy with?'

["Yes! I was busy writing your background, and history. Since I can't just teleport you in there without proper identification."] But she had just teleported him there without proper identification, hadn't she? Nova was skeptical, but he listened to her anyway.

He was lying on his bed, of course. He didn't want to get up either, so he just listened to her silently.

["With Olu's help, I managed to rewrite reality—nothing too big; like, erasing an event from happening, or changing the past or future, but just added cute little 'you' in the world's history. Now, even that little change I made would've left a butterfly effect but with Olu's help, I managed to do it just enough so that it wouldn't have changed anything in the past. Now, what I did was definitely noticed by a lot of Gods, and beings, and I'm currently sitting in a meeting, explaining how I got into this universe, how my universe was destroyed, and such. They're listening silently, which is surprising. But, anyway, from how things are going, they won't be too mad at me; I just told them that the change in the past is because I was forced into this universe. They, surprisingly, believed in this bullshit! Can you believe that!?"]

Nova would admit, he was quite surprised. She just rewrote history, and got off with it? What cosmic-level bullshit is that? And why is she talking so much?

["I put a rough model of you on this Earth and then rewrote some stuff, added your rough story in a way that'd match your personality slightly. Don't worry, there's nothing of significance in your 'story'. You won't even notice anything. Just think of it as a person named Nova Frost was born on May 16, 1994. And he is 22 years old, as of 2016. Anyway, it's time for you to get out of there. You can spend a month inside Hydra if you want to train, but you'll have to get out after that and convert someone to my religion. Olu is . . . not well, after making a change in this universe, so I'm weakening by the second, and so will you. So, yeah, we need believers, as soon as possible."]

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