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May 9, 2023 8:14:17 GMT -6
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Ty Fisher had lived far from a normal life. Never had much of a solid home growing up, and was constantly getting into trouble. His psychometric powers didn't surface until he was eighteen, but being able to see an object's history in an instant had its uses to him. He quickly fell in with the Order, doing less than legal operations with his powers, and he made plenty of friends, enemies, and even a lover or three along the way. Things dissolved, and he jumped from a falling Order to a rising Ragnarok, where once again he proved himself useful, fitting right in with the ranks.
But then...something happened. He found himself in some deep trouble, so to protect everyone, he had a friend with memory-based powers to wipe his memories, and when he woke up, he was on a train bound for Kansas, with only a note explaining the situation. This...is where our story picks up.
Ty settled in a rural area, not far from a major city, where he found a job in a pawn shop, which made great use of his powers. Spotting a fake was quite easy given all he had to do was touch an object. Of course, he needed plenty of aspirin and rest or he'd feel like his head might explode, but it wasn't a bad life. One day, he stopped a thief who attempted to rob him, and he took to the streets on his off days, ridding the streets of petty crime and dishing out vigilante justice. Before he knew it, he'd had a ragtag team of like-minded individuals, and they had a street-level team of vigilantes, and for the first time Ty remembered, he was happy.
However, as time went on, the now 27 year old mutant began to have flashes of memories he didn't know he had. Memories of New York, of a giant roach-man, of a blind technopathic kid. Memories that felt like dreams, yet felt so eerily familiar. More often than not, he'd get flashes of a young blonde woman, who's energy powers glowed a bright green, as volatile as her personality. These brought a fondness, a happiness...and a sadness. If they were just a memory, then where was she now?
And that's how Ty left the leadership of the group to a young object-shifter named Paige, and found himself bound for New York, a place so familiar yet so...distant. When he got to the city, everything felt like home. Like he knew certain streets and back alleys. He rented an apartment in a building that felt like home, though the room was different. He spent a lot of time sitting on the rooftop of this building, looking down over the city. Soon the cityscape melted into his own mind, and next to him was the blonde literal-and-figurative bombshell.
Ty and Tses had many a late night conversation sitting on rooftops. Many kisses were shared, most of them gone wrong. Those memories melted into their other misadventures, with one of them ending up in the hospital more times than they could count. Then came the Valentine's day where they split up...the time he shot her, and the getting back together. And then there was a flash of a new memory.
He was on the couch, watching TV waiting for Valentine's to pass by, but this time, she'd snuck out and brought Valentine's day to him. He could almost smell the semi-burnt chocolate, and the chocolate fingerprints all over the countertops after her mishap with coating strawberries in it. But then....just like that...
She was gone. Or...he was gone, more than likely. He'd left. Again. And this time set a trend. Every time he went away, Tses wasn't there when he came back. And she never would be again.
He felt his face growing warm as the cityscape came back into view and his little memory montage ended. He realized that everything he'd done....he was subconsciously trying to recreate what he'd had: from the less-than-legal organizations to Tses. But nothing would ever be the same. His face burned red as tears started to stream down his face, and he couldn't help but wonder.
Knowing what he'd thrown away, what he'd lost....how does he be happy with himself again?
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