DC : Architect of Vengeance

Alex opened his eyes to falling.

Not through air, but through memory itself—fragments of Emily's life rushing past him like shards of broken glass. A childhood bedroom. Laboratory equipment. The images cut at his consciousness as he plummeted through layers of a mind.

He hit the floor hard, but the pain he expected didn't come. When he looked up, he was inside a house that breathed. The walls pulsed like a vein, and the ceiling dripped memories like dew—each drop a moment from Emily's past, splattering into brief visions before evaporating.

This isn't right, Alex thought. The other specialists had described Emily's mindscape as chaotic but this felt like being inside a dying animal.

A door slammed somewhere above him. Then another. And another. The house was sealing itself room by room, responding to his presence like an immune system attacking a bacteria.

Alex ran.

The hallway stretched impossibly as he sprinted, doors racing past him at blinding speed. Some hung upside down, others phased in and out of existence. Behind him, he could hear something following—not footsteps, but the sound of reality tearing apart and reforming with each movement.

He dove through the first stable door he saw.

The room beyond defied physics entirely. Alex stood on what used to be the ceiling, while lab equipment orbited slowly around him. In the middle of it all, a woman in a lab coat was scribbling frantically on a whiteboard suspended in midair.

She was Emily—or had been once. But this version was all intellect, eyes sharp with focus as equations filled every surface around her.

"The calculations are wrong," she muttered, erasing and rewriting the same formula over and over. "The variables keep changing. Someone's interfering with the data."

Alex tried to approach her, but the room's twisted physics sent him floating sideways. "Dr. Blunt—"

"NO NAMES!" she screamed, and the laboratory exploded.

Alex was thrown against a wall that had suddenly become the floor, while beakers and computers shattered around him in a storm of glass & electronics. The woman—clutched her whiteboard like a shield.

"Names create attachment," she said, her voice hollow. "Attachment creates vulnerability. I am Function. I am Process. I am not... I cannot be..."

The room shuddered, and for a moment, Alex glimpsed something else through the laboratory walls—a massive shadow moving in the spaces between rooms, its presence causing the very architecture to warp and bend.

"What happened to you?" Alex asked, pulling himself upright as the gravity shifted again.

The fragment's eyes went wide with terror, and suddenly they weren't in a laboratory anymore. They were in darkness, strapped to chairs while something with burning red eyes tore through their minds like a pencil through tissue paper.

"Show me," a voice rumbled from everywhere and nowhere, "where you hide your secrets."

The memory shattered like glass, leaving them back in the laboratory. But now Alex understood. The fragments are still scared of Grodd and whatever he had done.

As if summoned by the realization, the walls began to buckle inward. Reality glitched like a corrupted video file, and through the distortions, Alex caught glimpses of something vast and predatory stalking the corridors of Emily's consciousness.

It was coming for them.

"We have to move," Alex said, grabbing the fragment's arm. But she recoiled from his touch, her form becoming translucent.

"Integration is death," she whispered. "To combine is to become vulnerable to the Hollow—"

She cut herself off, but it was too late. The predator had heard.

The laboratory ceiling cracked like an eggshell, and through the gap poured something that wasn't quite darkness and wasn't quite sound—a haunting presence. It was intelligent, patient, and absolutely malevolent.

Fragment Emily screamed and scattered—literally broke apart into smaller fragments that fled in all directions. Most of them escaped through hairline cracks in the walls, but Alex managed to grab one—a simple piece that felt warm and human in his mental grasp.

The laboratory dissolved around him as the pursuing presence roared in frustration. Alex found himself back in the breathing hallway, clutching the fragment to his chest like a rescued child.

Behind him, something that had once been a door was now a smoking crater. The predator—the thing Grodd had left behind—was hunting for something. And Alex was beginning to understand the true scope of what he was facing.

The house shuddered around him, rooms rearranging themselves into a more defensible configuration. Emily's subconscious was adapting, preparing for war.

Alex clutched the piece tighter and looked for the next door. The First fragment he encountered was scattered but not destroyed—he could feel the other pieces of her consciousness hiding throughout the house, waiting to see if integration was possible or if the predator would simply consume them all.

Notes :

1 ) Short chapter, but my brain is not braining. This arc is getting harder to write. I've already planned the next one and I'm excited for it, but this mind thingy is turning into a major hurdle.

Suggestion :- Naruto:I am Uchiha Seiryuu

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