Dave Wrights

Present Day

Haze dropped another pint in front of me, joining the growing ranks of empties. He was wise enough to keep moving. He knew when a man needed to be left alone.

The alcohol barely buffering the swarm of memories that were not my own fighting for attention. I was not feeling any guilt for this drinking session, I had earned it. I felt in the depths of my soul that if I tried to fight it right now I would shatter. I also knew that come tomorrow I would be able to scrape myself together and start making good on……

Present Day

The body of Sol fell to the ground, blood pooling around his head.

Sol, quickly covered the distance to the stunned Three.

“Hot fucking damn! You! You’re a fucking Levi too!?” Threes’ voice was hissed through gritted teeth barely able to contain it. His eyes flickering wildly between the corpse on the ground and the man now standing next to him.

“No.” I bit back at him “I am no Levi. My name is Sol”

Watching for the tensed muscles, a cue Three would try something, anything. I would if I was in his position. However I was hoping the shock of seeing……

Six Years Ago

The scar on my face pulled at my eye but it was a reminder of the price I had paid. I considered it a small price to pay for the knowledge.

The other price was worse. The memory of pounding a man’s head into the pavement until it was no longer recognisable. The memories of the copies I had absorbed were so fresh in my mind. There was no escape. I had not found a way to tell my brain that what was done was not me, it had been someone else’s nightmare.

It felt like a movie being played……

Present Day

3Ball turned away from the large window looking out over the Old Town and back to the reports of this weeks takings, the figures from the Finches were down and he made a mental note to send Joey Locks to have a quiet word with them. Nothing permanent. Going over the columns he knew he was just avoiding the report from Tommy.

Sol. That name, so familiar yet so distant. The man was the bane of him. 3ball, he had been calling himself that for so long now that he no longer thought of himself by his other name, knew……

Six Years Ago

Sensei had cleaned and bandaged the wound as well as he could but Yuudai knew from the the sounds that he made just how bad it was. He was still not sure how he made it back into the hills and the temple, how he found himself banging on the temples front door, of collapsing into his Sensei’s arms.

He lay on his futon, the pain had changed from all consuming to just a spike drilled into his brain. An improvement.

What had he tried to achieve? Why had he done it? Just because he felt a connection to an……

Six Years Ago

I had been spending more and more time wandering through the city and away from the temple. Ever since I had gained these new found powers, now that I had become the thing I had hated for so long I struggled to understand where I fit.

I had gained a Super, to become a Prime because I had accepted finally that I was not a copy, that I was my own man. Now I had become an even more perfect replication. Just what did that mean?

No longer afraid to head into the city, I did not care if I……