My Colorful Life as an Undead Former Neo Nazi: Prologue [Worm Giselle Gewelle Inspired SI]

One Sore Neck

Have you ever woken up with a sore neck? It’s an awful feeling, one that can ruin someones day. No matter what caused it, be it from sleeping wrong or just some random quirk of the body, it’s always that damn stiffness and soreness that takes ages to go away. Waking up with a sore neck that was just killing me, I expected a really shitty day up ahead. What I did not expect was the water the filled my lungs on top of the pain.

Finding my head beneath the waves, I panicked as I pushed myself up. I coughed violently, puking sea water and spit as my head lolled down, unable to hold itself up. Each movement only made the pain worst as I lost all control over my head and the waves threatened to pull me into the depths.

“Fuck, can’t breath,” I retched as I scrambled back ashore, pounding at my chest as each sucking breath forced back the water that my lungs was trying to push back out.

Pain, horrible pain, shot out from neck as I crashed against the gravely beach. I could feel my neck bending unnaturally as it pressed up to my chest while blood and seawater filled my mouth. Terror filled me as I found myself in a waking nightmare, one that had yet to end despite the agony I felt.

I cried, heaving as my neck stiffened, forcing itself back into shape with a sickening snap. “God, let it end,” I begged, wanting nothing more than to have this end before my body heaved once more. Bloody phlegm forced itself out of my mouth as my lungs finally cleared, letting me breath in the salty breeze of the beach I found myself in. There was pain but now, there was none as all that was left was the sore feeling of bruises upon my body.

Plopping down bonelessly on the ground, I found myself a shivering and broken mess. With my face pressed down on the cold unforgiving ground, I tried to process everything that had just happened. Waking up in an unfamiliar beach with ruined clothes not my own and a body not my own, things felt more and more like a bad dream.

I did not have such pale skin as before nor did I ever have such delicate hands on such short limbs. “This… this has to be just a dream,” I told myself with in an unfamiliar tone, one much softer and more feminine than my own. “There’s no way this is real,” I cried, retching once more as tried my best not to remember the pain.

I didn’t know where I was or what I was doing here, all I knew was that I wasn’t in my bed and I needed to get up so that I didn’t have to feel that again.

With shaky limbs, I forced myself up even as the ground around me spun. I could feel my heart hammering away at my chest as I cried, clawing myself towards the lights up ahead, trying to get away as far as possible. I didn’t know where, all I knew was I needed to get away.

Each step was a struggle as I tried to hold myself up. Many times would I stumble but each time, I would pull myself up. Every step I made felt easier as I got used to my current state and each step, I found my senses coming back to me.

As the roaring beat of my heart started to calm down, it was replaced with the sound of the sea and birds over head. My vision soon cleared as well as the blurry spots ahead came into focus, showing a dark and lonely beach around me, bathed by the lights of an unfamiliar city ahead.

Why was I here? Where was here? Who sent me here? All these questions came swirling in, making my head spin as I tried to fathom what just happened. Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, someone was there to answer my questions.

“You goddamn fucking faggot!” A deep masculine voice dripping with such hate and anger roared out from behind me. Turning around, I found the ends of the hair in the back of my neck standing up as I came face with the twisting form of a man on all fours being swallowed up by swords coming right at me.

“No, no, no… please no!” I cried out, gibbering in terror as I felt my legs gave out under me. Watching the man became that of a hulking bipedal wolf made of blades, I knew I was going to do for I knew who this one; Hookwolf.

Never in my wildest nightmares did I ever knew that I would come face to face with the beast, Their long disproportionate limbs lashing out to the hard ground as a guttural roar more akin to shearing metal than one made by a living being washed over me, “God damn trigger on me, not on my watch!”

With a howl that had me screaming in pain, they barreled right at me. “Oh god please, no!” Was all I could scream out in pain as I felt his claws tear through me. Launched in the air, I screamed, landing hard on top of a vehicle with a sickening crunch before I rolled off to the road.

For a moment, I felt nothing. I was dying, my back broken and my head cracked open with my lifeblood seeping out in the hard pavement. I could hear people screaming over the din of car alarms and screeching tires.

“Someone, call the PRT! Hookwolfs on the loose!”. I see the terror in the peoples eyes as they tried to call for help but it was too late, I was going to die… that was until my body refused.

With a scream tearing itself out of my mouth, I felt my broken body snap itself back into place. My disemboweled guts pulling itself inside as my wounds snapped shut. “Oh shit, it’s a cape! Run!” I hear the people scream as I found myself feeling my body, free of injury.

“I can’t die,” I breathed out in a moment of amazement only to realize the situation I found myself in. “I can’t die,” I screamed out as I Hookwolf jumped after me.

-x-x-x-

In the short amount of time I found myself waking up in Brockton Bay, I came to know more about the human anatomy than I wished I had and I had Hookwolf to thank for it. “Why won’t you die!” The man screamed as he grabbed my leg and torso before pulling me apart.

All I could do was scream back in reply as both halves of my body came apart in a shower of blood and gore. With my body used as a modern arts exhibit, Hookwolf painted the town red with my blood. I wanted things to end but there was no end to it for what ever power I had kept me alive.

Landing on opposite ends of the streets, I found myself crawling on the ground, screaming as I left a bloody trail as the man dragged me back to dash me against the walls. I was only given a bit respite before I wake up screaming and the torture continued.

Strangely however, I each time I was brought closer to death, the pain got duller. My screams grew weaker as the pain went from a roaring, screaming sensation to a constant drone that filled my every being, uncomfortable but manageable. It seemed that the body could only experience so much pain.

I… didn’t know when exactly happened but things started to feel wrong after the first dozen disembowelment. I felt more dazed than in pain, staring unblinking as finally, Hookwolf paused. Holding me aloft, his form drenched in my blood, blood which tried crawling back into my body.

Laughing, the man taunted him, mocking him as he shook him roughly but at this point, he could no longer scream, “I have to give it to you kid, I’m impressed you lasted this long. It’s fucked up how there’s still life behind those eyes and I would have honestly wanted you as a cape under me but unfortunately for you, you’re the wrong kind of fucked up.”

Grabbing a rebar from the broken pavement, he forced one into my temple, dulling my thoughts. I was having a harder time thinking as the man twisted it in before grabbing another, “You were a good member of the gang but you decided to be a cock sucker and that’s just a step to far so do me a favor and actually die,” He drawled out.

Even with my limited thoughts, I knew what he was trying to do. Blending up my head, I could feel him trying to snap the tumor inside my head, that seat of power that keeps pushing out more meat to fuel my body. Each time that rebar passed by, I could feel my body twisting and failing only to come back. He was going to kill me but it felt fine.

It was a good run but I supposed that’s just how things are in Earth Bet. Closing my eyes, I waited for the end but once more, fate would have it that I would just continue existing for a little bit longer.

A loud gunshot rang out from the street and hookwolf cried out in pain. Cradling his hands, the man dropped me before he staggered back as several more gunshots rang out. “Hookwolf!” A woman’s authoritative voice ordered, “Down on the ground, now!”

“Cease this as once or I will be forced to take drastic measures!” Another, deeper and masculine voice rang out.

“Jesus Christ, just let the girl go!” A third voice rang out but my thoughts were becoming distorted as I laid there with a metal bar inside my head, “Talk about a raging ex!”

“You think this crossdressing freak is my girl? He is nothing but a stain upon this world,” Hookwolf would roar out, “This is Empire business, leave!”

There was that thing again, about Hookwolf implying I was a member. That can’t be right, I’m not even a white guy. I wasn’t even supposed to be in the US but here I am, drooling out as thoughts kept slipping my mind like I was grasping water with my hands.

“That just makes it so much worse man,” The third person called out in disgust as he heard car tires screeching out. The cavalry has arrived… he thinks as he saw all those armored me with big bulky grenade launchers surround them.

“Give it up Hookwolf, we have you surrounded!” The woman from earlier called out, leveling a gun at the giant werewolf of metal, “Let them go, now!”

“Make me!” Hookwolf would roar out as they charged right at the three heroes.

I felt useless as I laid there even as the rebar was pushed out of my head, clattering down on the ground. I could hear the people scream as Hookwolf tear into them. I hated how they screamed, I hated how my powers were so selfish, I hated how useless I was.

As I watched a trooper bleed out, I wished my blood could help them and that was when I started hearing them, my blood. I could feel them in the street, I could feel them seeping into everything, flowing inside the living as my mind became open.

Shit, I’m surrounded. I need to get out…

Help… Jessica, I don’t want to die…

Medic! He’s bleeding out…

I could hear them and they were awaiting my command, my orders and so I reached out and ordered then. “Stop,” It was a simple order, an order borne out of desperation and need and Hookwolf stopped. “Stand,” he ordered once more and the corpses on the ground, those that had been soaking in his blood along with Hookwolf stood in attention. I was in control and I smiled.

“W-what?” The woman whispered out before a look of horror washed over their face, “Wait, Armstmaster, no!” before I could even react as I turned around, all I saw a blade slamming into my face before I felt a million volts of electricity stream into my head and I knew no more.

A/N:

If you know who Giselle Gewelle is, you know just how fucked up Brockton Bay would be in the near future. I'm not sure the Bay is ready for the Zombie.