Chapter 2:

Chapter 2:

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I was on my way home after a hard day's work. I was quite tired and a little tense, but that was to be expected; fifteen hours of work a day will do that to you.

My job was nothing glamorous or fancy, but it was necessary; I worked with the Police IT department helping them with their systems.

I started two months ago after I came of age, and the pay was good.

But sometimes I wish I didn't have to work so much, but nothing is perfect, right?

"No traffic today; that's weird," I commented as I continued to drive home. Usually, the streets at the current time were full of people going to lunch. Yet, they were empty, outside of the occasional car and truck passing by, which was an impossibility in New York of all places.

With a smile, I dismissed those thoughts; why complain about the lack of traffic? This way, I would get home faster, which meant I would get to sleep faster, which would make me very, very happy.

As I smiled at that thought, a bright light blinded me, followed by a familiar sound I had heard before, the sound of tires screeching, though this time the sound wasn't in a movie, it was coming towards me. Seconds later, I felt a lot of pain, as my car was lifted into the air by the sudden violent hit, all while I lost consciousness.

I didn't know what had happened, but I knew something had hit me, that much was clear before I closed my eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I could hear the sirens of the police and the fire department while my face rested in a puddle of my own blood inside my car.

I couldn't move; I could only faintly hear what was happening around me, but not very clearly. It was like hearing underwater, distorted, and far away.

Surprisingly I was calm, and not because I thought I was going to be rescued. No, something inside me was clear that I was going to die, that there was no way to save me, and even with the prospect of my imminent death, I was calm.

As I sank into my thoughts of acceptance of death, a light came into my tired eyes, blinding me.

"His pupils are unresponsive." I heard someone say in a worried tone.

"He has five penetrations, one in the throat, two in the abdomen, and two in the legs." added another person with the same tone.

"He's bleeding out; we have to help him," exclaimed the first person I heard before, who was blinding me with a flashlight, I guessed.

"No... I don't think we can." the second person added with a defeated tone.

While these two debated about my survival, I was laughing in my head, dying in a car crash; what a clich. Still, I guess it's an ending like any other, how tired I am.... when I asked to rest... I didn't mean this, but maybe it's my fault for not specifying.

And with that last thought, my eyes stopped seeing, my ears stopped hearing, and my mind stopped thinking. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

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[Star City. October 17, 19:30 PDT. 1995]

I opened my eyes again, and I was confused; I didn't feel like before, I didn't feel pain like I probably should've had, no, I felt different, it was hard to explain.

I immediately noted that I could not move, or rather, my body did not move as I wanted it to move.

I felt uncoordinated, out of control, like when you are drugged for an operation, but with all your mental faculties still intact, it was aggravating and very troubling.

Eventually, I managed to move my body to my right side to see something that didn't make much sense, a teddy bear, a giant teddy bear laying on the bed I was currently occupying; as far as I could see, it was as big as me.

Why would I have a giant teddy bear? Why would the hospital give me one sighing I moved my eyes away from the teddy bear to see what else was around me, only to find some kind of bars surrounding my bed, wooden ones by what I could tell, my sight wasn't cooperating with me a lot today.

Bars and a giant teddy bear, none of this made any sense. Was I perhaps sleeping?

"Mom!" I heard someone say excitedly. "The baby is awake!"

The baby?

"Hello." a giant head peeked through the bars towards where I was looking. "I'm your big sister, and you must obey and listen to me." she declared, as I realized she was looking at me.

A giant blonde girl... something wasn't right...

She wasn't a giant, was she?

Suddenly it all made sense, to an extent of course. A giant teddy bear, a giant girl smiling at me.

It was all a matter of perception; these things weren't big, I was small, I was a baby.

Well, this I was not expecting.

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[Star City. October 23, 09:30 PDT. 1995]

Status update? Well, I was right with my first assessment, I was a baby.

I suppose there are worse things than being unable to shit properly like God intended or talk or move properly at all, I better not continue lest I want to become the first clinically depressed baby.

My new name was apparently David Lance.

I could barely think, but something was clear, a part of me knew that if I ever opened my mouth again, the result would be the same, but worse.

I could feel it now.

And I was scared, not only for me but for everyone around me.

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[Star City. January 13, 15:30 PDT. 2002]

After that fateful day when my powers awoke.

I was moved to a secured location to train me into controlling my powers, courtesy of Green Arrow, the new upcoming hero of Star City, who was apparently friends with the family.

No one blames me for what I did, not entirely.

But that didn't make me feel any better.

My powers, I knew them, I had somehow obtained the powers of the inhuman known as Black Bolt.

Each passing day, I felt my power growing stronger, which alone was more than enough to aggravate me.

I had no control over it, if I uttered a word, people would die.

Especially taking into consideration the fact I used to talk, it's hard to simply stop talking, to simply not say or utter a sound. It's unbearably hard, it's torture.

At least things like sneezing, or coughing didn't activate my powers, but every other sound did.

I regretted thinking that any power would be a good power in this world, this power was not a gift, it was a burden, if I wasn't careful, I would end up killing those who I loved.

"Everything will get better," Dinah said, as she approached me with a smile.

Taking my notepad, the one I had been given to communicate, I wrote. --I don't think so, but it's good to dream, isn't it?--

Dinah sighed, hugging me tightly. "I will love you, no matter what."

Tears fell from my eyes, but I made no sound.

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[Star City. October 13, 15:30 PDT. 2007]

By 2003, our mother died, and soon after our dad followed.

Not much to say about that, beyond that they were somewhat old, but not old enough to die of old age.

As for me, well, I was twelve, and as I had said, my powers had only gotten stronger.

Not only voice-wise, but physically, I was leagues about what a twelve-year-old should be capable of. I was strong, not sure how much in the scale of things, especially considering Superman was a thing here, but I was strong.

As for my speech, well, I was now legally a mute you could say.

After destroying five arrow caves in less than a year by accidentally muttering a word, well, they all came to the conclusion my powers were always active, and that it was best if I learned how to control them, in a different manner, by containing them.

By this point, both Dinah and Oliver, who now trusted me enough to share his name, were both part of the newly formed Justice League.

And with their help, well, I got better training, in facilities made for such things.

Batman specifically was interested in my training, I knew why, I mean, it was more than obvious he wanted to neutralize a possible vocal nuke.

My training consisted of two things, meditation and pain control.

Meditation was mostly done with Martian Manhunter, who helped me with it.

Pain control was done with Batman, he would put me in a soundproof room, and have a robot punch me or slap me, or electrocute me.

Dinah was not happy with that, but I begged her to let me handle it.

I didn't want to destroy a city by hitting a toe.

I needed to be able to control my voice, even if I lost an arm, or if someone broke my legs, I needed to be able to talk only when I wanted to.

It had come to the point, I was seriously considering damaging my pain receptors, but Dinah forbade me from doing such, even Batman seemed appalled by my idea.

~Stop thinking about mutilating yourself!~ Dinah signed, she didn't have to, I could understand her if she talked, but she she said she didn't want me to feel left out, so she learned sign language with me.

~I know it sounds like a suicidal thing.~ I signed with a smile. ~But you have to admit, it would solve a big part of my problem.~

~I don't care~ Dinah signed angrily.

~I love you~ I signed with a smile.

~I love you too.~ Dinah signed, hugging as she did so.

I didn't know what life had in store for me, but I would be ready.