SDS: Template System In Marvel

I woke up with a gasp, confused as to where I was until the memories of my last few days assaulted my brain. I grabbed my head in pain as it was throbbing incessantly.

"I see, so that's how it is. It turns out that I ended up dying." I pondered aloud.

(AN: " " will show that someone is speaking)

My memories showed that in my old world I had been an unfortunate victim of wrong time wrong place. I had simply been walking home from school in my city of Stockton. It isn't that bad a place, but I lived in a janky ass neighborhood. It had plenty of problems and I'd hear about robberies, deaths, and kidnappings. These events weren't rampant, but they happened more than many would expect.

Anyways, I was walking home and I guess there was some sort of deal gone wrong and I happened to be passing a group of guys that lived a couple blocks from me, they were decent enough people, kinda idiots though, I only say that because they have definitely seen the results of doing hard-core drugs but did them anyway.

Regardless, I heard the sound of tires screeching down the street, not an uncommon occurrence, but I put my hand on my gun, a Glock 17. It was the standard handgun that was widely used by normal every-day civilians. I kept it with me just in case. It was definitely illegal as I had no permit, but you do what you gotta do to protect yourself.

These thoughts were going through my brain when I heard it.

*click*

The unmistakable audible sound of a gun being cooked.

*rat-a-tat-tat-rat-a-tat-tat*

The car that had came down the street had unloaded on the group of guys and I got caught in the crossfire, I never even had a chance to pull out my gun and fire back.

I had never been shot before, and you know what I realized?

GETTING SHOT FREAKING HURTS!!

It is hard to describe how it felt, it was like a sharp pain, similar to when you accidentally cut yourself, but that lasted for not even a second before an excruciating pain took it's place.

I could feel a throbbing pulsing feeling as I felt and saw my blood pouring out of me. This pain was multiplied as I had multiple gunshot wounds and I only tried to stop the bleeding of the ones in my chest and stomach.

The last thing I heard as my consciousness started to fade was the sound of sirens, most likely the cops and an ambulance.

My consciousness faded in and out a few times and I had fragments of memories where I was in the ambulance and the EMTs were trying to fix me up on the way to the hospital.

I got a few images of me on a hospital bed before they faded again.

I don't know if you know how it feels to die, but I do. All I could distinctly remember is that I felt that i could physically see my heartbeat get slower and slower as my vision faded with every heartbeat.

It wasn't like my eyes were open, this was my imagination, I was slowly becoming unable to even imagine anything.

The lights of my vision fell from me as if I was falling into an abyss, the light getting further and further away. Anyone who has ever said "don't go into the light" was wrong.

I was trying to grasp onto any feeling, any sensation to bring myself back, to bring the light closer to me. There was one point where I was able to come back, I slowly opened my eyes and my surroundings started to clear around me. I could see the hospital staff running around and the walls, but just as soon as my vision came back, it faded just as fast. This actually happened a few times, until I finally completed my fall into the embrace of death.

Just when I thought everything was over, I woke up here. But, where is here, I had wondered.

I got out of my bed, and I noticed something different about me, I was shorter, not much mind you as I was only 5'6 in my last life, one more reason to carry a gun, I looked like an easy target. But at this point I seemed to be around 4'9-5'0.

'How could I have shrunk??' I questioned in my mind.

(AN: ' ' will show that someone is thinking)

These thoughts were interrupted when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I wasn't just shorter, I was younger, probably 12-13 years old, I was leaning towards being 12 as I was still pretty short. I was on the shorter side in comparison to the average height of 12 year olds.

Not only that, my once light brown hair was now jet black and my once dark brown eyes, were now a beautiful shade of grey.

After I realized that I was no longer in my own body, I was finally able to go through the rest of the memories I recieved, this time, the memories from my new life.

My new name is Dean Edwards, I live in a relatively small house in Westchester New York. The house was in a similar area to the X-Mansion, but of course the X-men don't exist in this world.

As he was lost in his thoughts, he was interrupted by a knock on the door and the voice of a young girl.

"Hey, stop being lazy Dean and come get breakfast." The young girl said.

This young girl was his little sister, her name was Grace Edwards he would call her Gracie to tease her. She was only around 5 right now.

"I'm getting ready and I'll be right down Gracie!" I shouted through the door using the teasing name.

"Meanie! It's Grace, I'm almost 6, then I'll be big so you should call me Grace." She replied frustratingly.

I eventually made my way downstairs and pat my sisters head.

"Sorry Grace, you are just too cute so I wanna call you Gracie." I said.

She seemed to preen at the head pat.

"Fine, you can call me Gracie, but when I'm 7 you have to call me Grace ok?" Grace grumbled.

"I thought you said you were big because you were almost 6?" I teased falling into my new life and role as a big brother pretty easily.

Grace reminded me of my little sister Veronica in my last life so I already felt closer because of it.

"I am, but if it's you, I don't mind it as much. But after I'm 7 you have no choice, you have to call me Grace." Grace said with at first a red face then a determined face which just made her look adorable.

Just then my new father walked into the room from the kitchen.

"How my beautiful children doing this fine day?" My father asked.

"I'm doing great Dad." I replied happily.

"Same for me daddy." Grace said

"That's great. Now, eat up. We got eggs, bacon, sausage, and buttered toast. The breakfast of champions." My dad said.

"It certainly is." I replied with a nod which Gracie copied enthusiastically.

As we started to eat, I was stunned do to what had appeared before me. In what looked like a video game system message.

[Welcome host to the SDS Template System]

[Current Template-None]

[Current Template Rolls- 1]

[Would you like to roll for a template?]

[Y/N?]