Board Thread:Fan Fictions/@comment-29206018-20170115150743

This AU takes place during The End of An Era. Back when Joseph's name was unknown and the transformation process was unknown this was my theory on how it worked. Also this is my theory what happened the first time Elias was injected with HJ6. I also thought that Elias would just black out when Oliver was incontrol so this is written in Elias's perspective with no knowledge that Oliver exists. When you reach the "*****" that's when Oliver showed up, talked for a bit, and then transformed back. There is a small piece below on that.

Injection scene

The man holds up large syringe with green liquid inside.

“And what is that? Are you going to drug me because it wouldn’t my the first time.” Elias scoffed unimpressed.

“This? Oh this is just a little something we whipped up especially for you.,” He smiled at the strange glowing liquid as a bead of it ran down the glistening needle, “I like to think of it as liquid revenge.”

“Is that supposed to scare me? Because if so I’m quaking in terror.” Elias sarcastically spat back. Truth be told he was nervous (maybe even a little scared) as he had never seen this serum before and if they had made it especially for him, it couldn’t be anything good.

“Hold him.” Two large figures shove Elias to the ground, trapping his body. There was no room to move, to escape, not with these lugs on top of him and his face pressed to the cold stone ground.

Damn it. He thought trying to wiggle his way free, a futile effort, “I’m sure we could talk about this. Maybe work something out before--” His words were cut short as the massive needle embedded itself into Elias’s neck, ripping its way through his flesh and into his bloodstream. It stung like a wasp and he sucked his breath in from the sudden pain.

Drained of it’s contents the syringe was removed from his muscles and all three figures stepped back, watching Elias intently. Elias sat up, rubbing the back of his neck, and looked at the trio. The chains that hung around his arms clinking,  “Not feeling very civil today are we?”

What the hell had they injected him with?

After a few minutes of nothing happening, Elias grinned with triumph, “I hate to break it to you but I don’t think you’re little experiment worked.”

The two lackeys looked at the leader with worry but he [the injector] had never taken his eyes off of Elias. Determination burned in his pupils as he stared at Elias, beaten, chained, and starved. And then…

...he broke into a smile.

“Didn’t you hear me? You pet project didn’t work!” Elias tried to protest, but deep in his gut he knew that was the smile of victory. Something had happened. He didn’t feel ill or drowsy or any sensation that could indicate the malicious presence of that liquid. He glanced down to flesh and saw his figure had not changed, though it was a bit discolored from the torture of the past couple weeks. So what had they done? What had changed?

One of the grunts leaded over and began to whisper, “I don’t t’ink it’s working--”

“You’re not looking in the right place.” The man hissed back, the serpent smile never leaving his lips.

DamnitDamnitDamnitDamnit. Where? What had changed and where?! The blood drained away from his face. This wasn’t good. He frantically scanned his body with his eyes and his senses. Nothing felt off. Nothing felt different. What had happened? What was going to happe--

“GAH!” The breath was knocked out of him as a white wall of pain fell upon his torso. What the hell is this?! What the hell was that!? He shakily steady himself, catching his breath. It felt like a knife had embedded itself into his side...exactly like a knife embedding itself into his side but there was no blood this time. Where was Richard? Where was everyone? Why hadn’t they--

He hissed with pain and doubled over again as that imaginary knife once again plunged itself deep into his guts. What is this?! It felt like his intestines were begging ripped out haphazardly. What the hell is this?! It faded away again but that did not relieve Elias for the pain had lasted longer this time. It was deeper in his stomach this time. I had grown in size this time. He could feel the beads of sweat drip down his face as he plastered a grin on, “I-Is...that all you’ve got?”

They grinned right back, “Oh love, we’re only getting started.”

Elias kept grinning but he could feel the terror rest in the pit of his stomach. He felt sick--no he was sick. The rest of the blood drained away from his face and his smile shattered on the cold ground as that iconic taste filled his mouth, the taste that led to the purging of one’s stomach. Instinctively his body dropped to all fours and his hand covered his mouth trying to keep what was left that filled his intestines inside him. It was no use. His body shook as he reached onto the ground. If that wasn’t bad enough another wave of pain twisted his insides as they fought their way to his mouth. Elias couldn’t breathe. The pain had knocked the air out of him and stomach wouldn’t let him catch it.

After what seemed like eternity, when he felt like he was going to pass out, it ended. He kept kneeling, eyes clothes, enjoying the sweetness of the stale air. Sitting back he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, “I’m disappointed by this. I honestly expected mor--” That’s when he saw it. The vomit on the ground, his sleeve, his hand...it was the same color as the serum. Oh god! What was that stu--.

He didn’t have time to finish the thought as the agony hit him again and this time...it didn’t let up. The turmoil had spread from his torso and filled his limbs. His bones ached. HIs muscles screamed. His joints were locked. He collapsed to his back writhing from the pain, unable to control the violent jerks his body made trying to get away from unseen hand, whose slightest touch control his limbs as they weeped with pain. Every cell in his body seem rip itself apart trying to quit the wretched torture. His intestines twisted and knotted trying to remove any remaining contents, but there was nothing left but the organs themselves. His skin felt like it was going to rip open and his muscles were going to flee the scene as their owner had subjected them to this. What was this? What was this agony? Pain? Hell? Was this karma finally collecting its debt?

Tears trickled down his cheek. Everything felt wrong. This body revolted him, it didn’t even feel like his. His clothes were somehow both loose and restricting. If he could just pass out from pain, he would have been relieved. If he could just disconnect his brain, he would do it in a heartbeat. If he had breath, he would have screamed. He would have screamed and never stopped. Why!? He was trying to make up for his mistakes?! Why did it all have to come back?! He was being a better person! He had Richard! He had Artemis! He had the Society! He had a family! He was happy! Truly happy! Gasping in between violent contortions he collected enough air to splutter out a few foul words to his captors. They had never stopped smiling. “Bastards! ...What...What the hell….is this?! ….What…..have….have you done…”



The pain was at its peak it was beyond reason, beyond humane. “...done to me?” Elias finally squeaked out. The agony slowly died down and then...stopped. He lied there on the floor unable to move his protesting limbs, gasping for air.

The men were now next to him, when had they gotten there? “Only what you did to us.” They chuckled back. And then the world went dark as a boot collided with Elias’s pounding skull.

*********

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Hello? Who’s there? Where’s here? Why do I hurt? Help? He opened his eyes. Why was it so bright? Why was it cold? Why was the ground hard and his clothes ill fitting? He--who was he?--sat up, his baggy clothes draping around him.

“Ello! How do you feel?” The leader stepped forward.

“I...hurt. Why do I hurt?”

[insert conversation]

[transformation triggers again]

Doubled over in agony, tears stream from his eyes, “W--What’s happening?”

“You’re going to disappear for a bit--” the man replies but is cut off by a very panicked Oliver.

“--WHERE AM I GOING?! I DON’T WANT TO GO! I DON’T WANT TO DISAPPEAR!” Oliver screamed in terror as his body slowly ripped itself apart. Why didn’t it sound like his voice?...Not completely at least.

“Don’t worry! Don’t worry. We’ll see you again before you know it.” The man smiled trying to comfort him in some twisted way.

If the pain hadn’t strangled his throat--his voice, Oliver would have asked more questions, more information, more time, just more of everything! ...Everything but this agony. This feeling that his body was rejecting him, that the pain would never end. Why would it end?! Why did it have to happen?! What did he do to deserve this?! He didn’t even know who was! He hadn’t existed until shortly ago! What did he do!? Who did he wrong?!

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