Argh... my head... what happened? Where am I?
This place is cramped, but comfortable. It looks a little dark and strange, but I feel a cozy warmth here.
I can't hear anything but my thoughts, which is strange, since even in the quietest places there is always a little sound to bother. New York to say it.
I'm not feeling my arms or my legs, I don't know if they are broken or something like that but I doubt it very much, since if it were that I would be agonizing with pain now. Or maybe I was just doped to not feel the pain.
Argh My head is spinning, I'm feeling dizzy and weak, and for some reason, the desire that predominates is to close my eyes and sleep.
I think I can accept that... sleeping a little never hurt me...
...
Okay, it's been a while and still nothing has happened here. I would say I've been here for about 5 days.
At first I thought I had been kidnapped and doped by someone, since this was the only logical explanation for my situation, but it seems not.
No one who can look like a kidnapper came to me, my hearing is still strange and my vision practically doesn't even exist anymore, I just see everything in the form of a giant black blur.
I still don't feel my limbs and strangely I no longer feel hungry, thirsty or tired, just a strange desire to sleep that arises from time to time.
For example, now...
...
It's been 1 month since I've been here and the situation hasn't changed.
My senses are shuffled, I can't feel my body anymore and I still don't feel hungry or thirsty.
People in my situation would have already gone crazy or thought of the worst, but for some reason I'm not doing it, and I myself don't understand why.
Well, maybe I'm mentally stronger than I thought, or maybe I'm already crazy and I couldn't handle it. Regardless of which of them is my case, my situation hasn't changed at all.
All I do now is wake up, think a little, sleep, wake up and repeat everything again. I feel like a baby living like this...
...
5 months, and I finally managed to do something different. I moved my legs.
It was the first time in 5 months that I moved somewhere or that I even had the chance to move. I won't lie, I was very happy about it.
No big deal, I just moved my leg forward and stretched it, hitting a soft and warm surface. This served to remind me that I still have no idea where I am.
The chance of having been kidnapped has already been proven to be wrong for a long time, so I now have no idea where I am.
I also managed to move my arms, but it was almost the same thing that happened to my legs.
What a strange situation...
9 months, and something different is happening now.
I can't even explain what happened either, first I felt a kind of contractions from the space around me and suddenly I started to slide somewhere.
That's literally what's happening now. Don't ask me why this is happening, I don't know either.
Suddenly, after some sliding, I felt something different from the softness and cozy warmth that this place had. I felt cold, the kind of cold you do when you're at home with the AC on.
After that I saw a light, a strong light that emitted both a pleasant and unnecessarily strong heat.
The closer I got to the light, the more I began to hear things different from my own thoughts. They were screams, screams of someone who was making a great effort, along with muffled voices that I couldn't identify.
So, when I was covering practically my whole body, I felt something grabbing me. They looked like hands, human hands that transmitted a strange heat to my body.
Then I was pulled out of the place where I was and saw myself under that dazzling light I saw before, trying to use my arms to cover my face, but without success.
My vision, which was always blurred before, began to adjust and little by little I was able to see the environment around me better. My hearing also went through this same adaptation process.
After my vision adjusted, I noticed that I was in a kind of room with dust scattered around the corners along with spider webs and also some simple furniture.
I finally remembered that I was being held by someone and when I looked up to identify the person who was holding me, I was confused to say the least.
Who was holding me was the actor Michael Fassbender. And for some reason, he looked younger than I remembered.
[ Author: For those who don't know, Michael Fassbender is the actor who made Magneto in X-men First class ]
Momentarily ignoring his presence, I turned my gaze to the surrounding environment and analyzed the people who were around me.
He had a woman with blue skin and red hair, a kind of red demon with a syrup with a sharp spear-shaped tip, actress Zoe Kravitz and actor Álex González.
[ Author: Mística, Azazel, Angel and Wild Tide ]
... I think I need to look again just to make sure I'm not hallucinating.
... No, they're still there.
WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE A BLUE-SKINNED WOMAN AND A LITERAL DEMON BY MY SIDE!?
Holy shit, I'm hallucinating.
" Erik... "So that I could have a panic attack, I heard a female voice coming from up close and turned my head to see the source of the voice.
In front of me, lying on an old and almost worn bed, was the actress January Jones with a tired expression and a little panting.
"Let me see him... let me see my son" He asked with a tired voice and a panting breath.
Michael, who was still holding me all this time, walked up to her and put me in the arms of the woman, who looked at me with a tired and gentle smile.
Okay, let's recap my situation. I'm surrounded by younger versions of the actors I know, along with two creatures out of a science fiction movie and apparently I'm the son of actress January Jones.
...
I reincarnated, didn't I? I was in the womb before coming here.
Man, of all the situations I imagined I was in during these 9 months, having been reborn and becoming the son of an actress was the last of them.
If I was reborn, does that mean I died? And if so, how and when did I die?... meh, let's rule this out for now, after all if I'm breathing now, then I haven't "died" yet.
But why are there those two creatures there and why are there so many actors in one place? The situation is very confusing...
No... there's a movie... a saga, where all of these are present...
Wait, that doesn't mean that... no... God wouldn't be so cruel...
"How are you going to name him? " Michael asked the blonde with a cold voice.
I was praying with all my strength that it wasn't what I was thinking. I was asking all the gods, angels and entities in the world for me to be wrong and not what I thought.
" Ethan... Ethan Frost... " She replied while smiling at my little figure.
Yes... I'm Emma Frost's son in Fox's mutant universe, and seeing all these figures around me, so she's already assumed the Magneto brotherhood.
Now, the question remains...
Who is my father?