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Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warnings:

Graphic Depictions Of ViolenceUnderage Sex

Categories:

F/MMulti

Fandom:

Parahumans Series - Wildbow

Relationships:

Victoria Dallon/ MCMissy Biron (aged up)/ MCRachel Lindt/ MCAisha Laborn (aged up)/ MCAmy Dallon/ MCFemale OC's/ MCRune (Aged up)/ MC

Additional Tags:

IncestViolenceSexMurderStrong powerMultiple powersRacismStrong to StrongerPre-LeviHaremOC MCHeroMCWellSortofaHeroAUishRacistMC1stPersonPOVMore and More Smut as the story goes onPlot is a Suggestion

Language:

English

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Published:2025-01-04Updated:2025-07-05Words:272,813Chapters:31/?Comments:41Kudos:161Bookmarks:78Hits:26,707

A New Dawn Rises

ElConquistador04

Summary:

A young man's boring life is turned upside down when a simple walk home changes him forever, not that he really minded, it was getting a bit dull anyway.

Chapter 1: Intro

Chapter Text

Date: April 23 2011

People are apt to argue the true appearance of death. It is one of the greatest mysteries of our existence, what comes after it? Some claim that you'll see the great gates of judgment when you die, glowing marble stairs leading up into the light-soaked heavens. Some say that all that awaits you is nothingness, and many others hold equally incorrect opinions, for I had just come to learn the truth, that death truly looks like a collapsing building, floors and ceilings ballooning out as the bottom floor is shredded. Tens of thousands of pounds of brick and concrete spray out onto the surrounding sidewalk and the abutting neighboring buildings. A billboard that had sat precariously atop the aged building spills over the side, metal support beams separating as the leftmost one blots out the sun above me.

The utter annihilation of the five-story brick office building would have been an impressive sight if it wasn't for the utter terror that it inflicted upon those near enough to view it, but at that moment I was more worried about my own terror than the many screams and shouts of the sidewalk's other occupants.

My mind had slowed to a crawl as I began to come to terms with my imminent demise, or at least I should have, for why shouldn't I? People died every second, what difference would one more life make? But this was different, this was MY life. Not some unnamed tick on a chart, not some cursive scrawled head stone in a cemetery, not even my mother's life, no matter how much I missed her, this was different, This time it was me, and I wanted more time, I NEEDED more time, I'm nineteen for god's sake, this couldn't be it, it mustn't be it. But even as the world seemed to come to a crawl the metal girder still grew steadily closer, now only a few feet above my head.

My body seemed to move on its own, even if it was pointless I still attempted to dodge, throwing myself away from the beam. My eyes widened in what could only be described as shock as my back impacted the ground, and the girder, like the sword of Damocles, still hung in the air, as if suspended by an invisible thread.

Looking around myself the whole world had followed the beam's example, chunks of rock that had been falling through the air now inched along, shards of glass that had been fired like bullets from the crumbling building now crawled through the air.

One of these glass shards inched by my side and with a trembling hand I reached out and plucked it from the air. It was in the process of doing this that I also came to realize that the world had gone quiet, outside of my panicked breaths and my pounding heart, the once deafeningly loud street was now silent. The shard was cool to the touch and as I subconsciously rubbed my hand across the surface it nicked my finger. I watched in fascination as the drop of blood that quickly formed detached itself from my hand and joined the rest of the world as its fall slowed to a crawl.

Dragging my eyes away from my small drop of blood I had to mentally shake myself out of my complete shock as I released the shard from my hand and pushed off the pavement onto my unsteady feet. Taking a tentative step forward I began to walk through the rubble clouded street, periodically I was forced to duck my head to avoid various brick chunks and other such pieces of unidentifiable rubble. Turning my head side to side as I picked my way through the wreckage, I caught a glimpse of a body of one of my fellow pedestrians, their head having been caved in by a large chunk of stone. Said piece of stone still rested where their face should have been caked in all manner of viscera, the ground around the body was still relatively clean, the blood having just started to flow out as the world had come to a near stop. My stomach churned at the sight.

While I was disgusted by the gore, it's one thing to see death through a screen and another to see it mere feet from you, I was still not as disturbed or disgusted as I know I should have been. Deep down there was another feeling that overshadowed everything else, and I knew I shouldn't have felt it, it was relief. That could have been me, bleeding out on the ground as the rest of the world continued on. That SHOULD have been me, It WOULD have been me if I had not….. triggered. I knew what had happened, at least deep down I knew, but my mind wasn't ready to unpack that yet, not here at least. Tearing my eyes away from the gory sight I continued on out.

Reaching the edge of the rubble I made my way out of the chaos, and now being free to look around, took in my immediate surroundings. Off to my right I could see a large multi car pileup. Drivers having slammed on their brakes to avoid the building's destruction had led to the large wreck, the cars behind them obviously not having reacted in time only contributed to the dozens of collisions. I could see several actively climbing out of their vehicles with the fastest of them already having started to run before the world went into slow motion, attempting to distance themselves further from the obviously imminent danger, they were the smart ones.

On my other side I could see a frozen crowd, phones being raised in the air as they tried to video the scene, and what had caused it. Turning my head to look where many of them were pointing I could just make out the form of a horse-sized metallic wolf, its large body reared back on its haunches as it wrestled with some futuristic blue armored figure. I certainly knew who Hookwolf was, who did not know the bay's resident nazis? And I'm also pretty sure on a closer inspection that the other Figure is Armsmaster, though it's hard to tell since most of his body is behind the massive hulking metal wolf. I pulled my eyes away from the capes, it wasn't the time for this not….

Ughh

My fucking head what the hell…

Pain lanced through me as if I had just head butted a concrete wall, a throbbing migraine getting worse by the second. I could feel my lunch boiling its way up my throat as the pain only got worse, I bent in half, hacking as I fought to keep myself from vomiting. This was the worst pain i'd ever felt in my life, and it NEEDED TO STOP, I must have subconsciously flipped some switch or lever in my mind, as if flexing a muscle, I had never had before, because the pain stopped growing worse and my lunch settled back down.

First, I heard the screaming, pained groans and calls for help filling the air, and then came the deafening noise of the rubble impacting the earth, the loud crashes and booms drowning out the many voices.

I dragged my gaze away from the ground and went back to staring at the nearby crowd, my mind starting to panic as I realized that time had righted itself. Luckily, as I gazed into the group of about ten people with a death wish, I saw that not one camera was directed my way. I let out a quick exhale of relief as I started to make my escape, a sudden bout of drowsiness limited my rapid escape to a mere jog I made my way down the nearest ally.

peeking around the corner I could see it was currently empty, trash and filth not included, so I slipped down it. Making my way through it to the street beyond, dodging discarded heroin needles and empty beer bottles along the way.

My headache was not what it had been moments prior but I could still feel it throbbing away, as if I had gone a month without coffee, and my sudden onset tiredness certainly matched that example. I knew I needed to make distance between myself and what should have been my certain doom, I had a lot to think about after all and it wouldn't do to try to get it down out here in the open.

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