This is my story of my new life, new body, new friends, and my first love. This is only the beginning...the real story...has yet to come.
I could see nothing but darkness around me. I couldn't move or even feel my legs. Ain't no doubt, kiddies. I'm dead. I don't know how or when, but somehow I died. Was there a fire and I was burned alive or was I murdered and my body was thrown in a lake? It's a big mystery once you find out you're dead and don't know how you died or even the date of your death. All I could ever remember was the name I was given and the date of my birth. Suddenly, I heard something. Someone calling out to me. I opened my eyes but it was all a blur. I couldn't see much of anything. I saw someone...in a wheelchair. It looked like and old man, but I looked closer and it looked more like a rat. All I know is he may look almost human and sound almost numan, but I know he wasn't human. He came towards me, calling out to me, trying to see if I was alive or not. But before I could answer him I blacked out again and once again my world went dark and quiet. I didn't know how long I was out, either 3 hours or 3 days, but I finally opened my eyes and I could see everything as clear as day. I sat up and looked around to see where I was. It looks as if I was in some sort of laboratory. There were test tubes and medical tools all around me. I also saw some...creatures in the room, in giant glass domes hovering in green water with a horrible ghastly scent. I was very scared and wanted to run away, but where can I go? I don't know this place and I certainly don't belong here. In fact, I don't even know where "here" is actually.
"How are you feeling?" said a mysterious voice. I turned around fast and to my surprise it was the same old man. He was short, even if he could stand, and wears black shades that covers his eyes completely and a white lab coat. He had a long snout for a mouth that looked like a rat's and has four bolts embedded in his head.
"There is nothing to fear, my boy," he said with a trustworthy voice, "I am only a friend. I am here to help you and I will look after you until you no longer need my help. My name is Dr. Finkelstein. What might your name be?"
I looked at him straight in the eyes, showing no fear and said, "Strange. Demonia Strange."
He gave me a friendly smile and said, "Well Mr. Strange I hope we will become the best of friends."
"I hope so too, Dr. Finkelstein," I said smiling.
"Please, call me Doc."
