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Resolved the creature began again in digging its way through a steel safe ignoring the Stranger. Causing a sigh from him as he massaged his masked head placing his fingers on the tip of the masks bridge hoping to sooth himself as he spoke drained "All because of a Niffler." Yes a Niffler a creature known wildly throughout the famous book series Harry Potter and the second series J.K. Rowling made being Fantastic Beasts.
Seeing the creatures bright bill, fluffy blob of a body, and its tenacity of greed. The Stranger knew what this creature was but why was this creature of magical creature within the pits of a gruff and crime ridden city of Gotham? To answer these questions a memory would have to be resurfaced from not of the Niffler, but of the cosplayed stranger.
It happened five months ago. The location San Antonio Texas October fourteenth Comic-on. Every nerds dream including one Simon Bar an American man who loved the art of storytelling and fiction spending every dollar he had towards his obsession of fiction buying everything he could. And Comic-con was his golden ticket towards that goal.
Streamed from wall to wall was nerd galore of anime, comics, action figures, clothes, etc. all towards fictions most loved characters from Naruto to the Invincible comics. Pure joy was all that was felt from everyone inside Simon included. Right then Simon was buying three pokeballs that each contained a random pokemon adding it to his collection.
Simon was inside his version of heaven as he bought and bought until he needed a shopping cart and even then he didn't stop as he had inheritance money and was well off by his parents Simon bought mostly one of every item accept clothes. As Simon was a lover of fiction he wasn't willing to wear the most options that were avuvible within the numerous stores available to him. His arrival time in Comic-Con was two thirty Pm the currant time of after finishing shopping also collided with the stadiums closing time of seven twenty a total of nearly five and a half hours of shopping had brought around three shopping carts and twenty two bags of items.
Items that were bought ranged on mostly collectibles as in comic books, figurines, and Funko's societies newest form of collectible. However in his hand currently was a comic book delivered from the Detective Comics universe of most commonly know the Dc universe. The comic was of a notable character that caught Simon's attention from a young age due to his origin and acceptance of new life. Swamp Thing. Yes his tory is tragic by falling into a swamp dosed with chemicals he gained his powers and soon enough approval from the source of his powers a magical entity that is the nature of the world known simply as the green.
Simon didn't just like this character but also adored others across the spectrum of fiction but if he were asked who his most favorite characters her of fiction would be Swamp Thing due to the creativity of his story, self discovery, and self acceptance by the end of it encouraged his way of life. Which was to 'Live like your last and embrace those as if it were their's.' This mantra struck hard as he helped those around him like a hero to their eyes not that they'd admit it.
But like most fantasy's they crumble when faced with the realism of the world. In front of Simon stood a five foot three man with a masked face and pistol in hand covered in a black glove. Simon was surprised and froze at the sight yet if Simon tried he could fight against him using his copious amounts of items yet he stood still for reasons unknown to him.
"Give me your wallet." Was all the man asked and so Simon complied yet he didn't expect what followed the man revealed himself his features were simple he was balding with brown eyes and wrinkles over his face in a scowl. It was one of the friends Simon had made his name was Jeffry Gibson. Whom he had saved from killing himself over a breakup.
"Why?" Was all Simon muttered while Jeffry simply starred at him in hate and despite held his gun and without answer aimed and fired right after Jeffry smiled and spoke a simple sentence "Because I hate you!" With that a gun was fired and the round within the chamber related and danced within the air until it collided with Simon's head.
Consciousness began to fade away not before Simon felt the blood drip down his face as his eyes laid bared to the sky wondering what he had done wrong as not images of his life flashed before him but of what he couldn't live specifically what it would've been like to be a hero like those within the books he loved so much. Yet as his thoughts began to drip with his remaining blood a pond of blackened crimson spread from his head weirdly enough towards his treasured and newly bought Swamp Thing Comic book.
As blood encroached upon the book the titles once bright green lettered died red in Simon's own blood yet something odd happened afterward another red lighter in color and feel contained the comic and slowly but surely Simon as well. The feeling was warm embracing and kind unlike that feeling of betrayal Simon just suffered from.
Soon enough that feeling was replaced by a cold temperature and a voice that followed right behind it "Open your eyes…" suddenly following the voice from confusion Simon awoke but not towards his earlier surroundings of a stadium parking lot but to an etherial nothingness. The voice spoke again but this time nothing was caught or heard within Simon's ears, but the notion was felt and Simon turned awestruck at the sight.
Galaxies upon nebula's were formed and radiated a gentle red pinkish glow capitalizing its beauty of stars and distant planets that made up its ginormous form. "You have been chosen my avatar." Before Simon could answer he felt lighter also ethereal himself and looked down seeing that he too was as pink as the nebula before him. Normally most would panic but Simon was curious and thought 'Woah' this thought found another soon formed 'What is this?'
"This is my domain and your coronation." Spoke the nebula startling Simon as he stepped back from the nebula in fright as it read its thoughts. Not caring for Simon's nerve the Nebula seemingly shined some of its star's as it continued to speak "Simon Baz I have chosen you and in doing so will become my avatar…." Simon still visibly confused was hidden by his faceless image as just like the nebula Simon was now made of this relish pink energy the Nebula emitted. Hearing the voice again Simon became curious repeating in his head forgetting the mind reading capabilities of the Entity before him 'Avatar of what?'
Utterly confused Simon tried voicing concern but the Nebula sensed his nervousness and spoke introducing itself "I am the Red the energy of all animal life through out the Multiverse. And you Simon Baz shall be my avatar!" Shocked by this Red's proclamation Simon stood in fear and awe most wouldn't go together if not for Simons knowledge of the Dc universe as this Red was the counterpart towards the Swamp Things powers being The Green.
With terms understood given being few Simon looked to the Red now with more confusion than awe from before asking a question that stemmed from deep within him "Why me?' The Red didn't answer and changed topics suiting its needs rather than Simon. "You shall now be renamed in this new life I grant you. Your name shall highlight my goal's for you as it will be my mark onto your very soul. I grant you the name of Elias Rowan as the latter ties you towards the nature you are sworn now to protect my avatar."
With that the Nebula known as the Red compressed into a small star only for a kaleidoscope of color to relate from that comparison consuming the new named Elias within its hues and shades. Created new skin to walk within and his surroundings to gain color again of sand and desert as the heat ate away at him. Astounded by the act's he witnessed Elias feel to his knees naked in the sand feeling breath leave him and reenter his lungs with small sand particles along with it.
Once his breath was carried and organized Elias looked forward feeling something similar to when he met the Red but it was weaker. Less controlled. In front of the naked avatar landed a brown briefcase with etchings across its fabric while a black outfit sat above it with both a white plague doctor mask and pilgrim hat upon it. Feeling the heat eat away at him Elias draped the black coverings over him expecting the sun to cause heat stroke yet it never came in fact the suit seemed to allow perfect comfort. 'A gift?'
Elias thought only for this feeling of connection to stay within him forcing his gaze towards the briefcase. Once picked up by its brown leather did that connection fade and a blueprint of this seemingly normal item appeared within his mind. This was a magical object with the ability to house creatures of magical property and it contained several areas's within. Mentally giving this Avatar his goal and mission. With that Elias began his journey unknown to him that the Fiction he loved so dearly had consumed him.