In a small office with a fan slowly spinning around, a man with short black hair lay slumped over a keyboard that rested on the cracked surface of a desk, alongside an old computer that reflected his state.
Blood trickled down his head pouring onto the keyboard and to the small puddle that lay below it.
His right hand that dangled down was holding a silver revolver, with hints of blood tracing down touching the floor.
His left arm lay sprawled across the desk griping onto a piece of damp paper, When with a slight twitch of his grip the sounds of paper crumpling filled the room.
"My head" a haggard voice cut through the sound of paper coming from him, with a groan that followed after the seemingly dead corpse began to slowly rise up and away from the bloody keyboard.
With a loud thump the gun he held fell down, as he massaged his head in pain, the computer screen reflected his actions revealing what his face looked like, with a cleanly shaved beard his features where sharp, his eyes slowly blinked opened showing his hazel eyes that froze as he looked at his reflection.
"What the hell?" He said staring at the screen, his hand shook as he rubbed his head, while his reflection mirrored his movements.
"That's not me."he said watching as his no whoever was in the screen, spoke as he did at the same time.
"It can't be, it's fake."his eyes slowly widened, his heart raced out of his chest as he started to panic.
"This ain't real! A hallucination! That's not me! Who Are you stop copying me!"he yelled standing up only to fall right back down into his seat, as an overwhelming sensation of discomfort panged his legs.
Panting he watched his reflection through the screen of the computer infront of him, his emotions erratic frenzied Scared until from the corner of his eyes he saw his hand holding onto a peice of paper.
Johnny felt in that moment a strange sense that made him bring the piece of paper infront of him, grabbing it with two hands he slowly unfolded it as he read it aloud.
"I don't even know what I'm doing anymore, everything went to shit, to think I wanted to make a change what a joke, thats who I am a joke Johnny fucking Cage, a loser, a wannabe Hero, a failure who got kicked out of Godolkin, I don't know why I thought I could ever amount to anything like opening this shit hole, The Justice League what a joke, dumping all my hopes and dreams and whats left of my account for a chance of something better something good in my meaningless existence…I just wished things could've turned out differently."
Johnny eyes lingered at that last sentence before he saw a smudge inked out part that he could make out.
"I just wanted to matter signed Johnny Cage." His emotions leveled out as he read those last words, this was his last words Johnny cage the person he shared his first name with and found himself in his body this was his sucide note, staring at the computer screen a bitter taste filled his mouth.
Alongside questions that rubbed his brain the wrong way.
Placing the paper down on the desk, he looked down towards the fallen revolver, before picking it up and holding it infront of him.
"Just what the hells going on."his whispered voice said, as he slowly stood up and placed the revolver in the belt of his waist, while holding onto the desk as the discomfort in his legs slowly faded.
His blue button down shirt was drenched in blood, his black pants shared the same fate luckily his shoes where the only thing not drenched in blood.
"This is disgusting, I need a shower and a fresh pair of clothes." He spoke looking around the small office, where the only thing in sight was a grey locker the desk and computer, and a picture of Johnny smiling standing infront of a small building, with a flashing neon sign that read Justice league.
"Johnny."the bitter feelings rose again as he walked towards the locker, before busting it open luckily finding multiple pairs of clothes neatly folded with multiple boxes of bullets stacked ontop of each other, with a singular towel and a small jar of quarters that leaned against the wall.
Grabbing the towel and a pair of clothes he noticed a map the was hidden behind the clothes taped against the wall, taking more clothes out it revealed the whole thing it was a one level building with an underground basement area housing a gym, Armory, laboratory, War Room, Showers, a lounge and office spaces, which was on the first floor alongside the lounge where he currently was.
"This just keeps getting weirder.."he said pausing before finally seeing there was showers here.
"Neat there it is."in the basement that where he would go putting the clothes back where it was he grabbed the towel and the pair of clothes he took out first and closed the locker, walking towards the closed door that had a window but was currently covered by a shutters he pulled the handle and opened the door.
What he saw was multiple empty cubicles shrouded in the dark by the light that where off, stepping out of the office he saw the entrance not far off but like the door before it was covered in shutters not showing the outside.
"I need to find that switch and get the power going." He said looking around before moving, walking past the cubicles he saw a switch heading toward it he reached it before flicking the lights on.
Slowly one by one the lights flickered on, finally letting him get a good look at the place, and more importantly the elevator that led down to the basement which so happened to be close by.