In a vast white space, a yellow orb can be seen wandering.
“Where am I?
I’ve been walking around…well, more like floating around this place for who knows how long”
Then, suddenly, a being appears in front of the orb; he can only be described as holy and almighty, their presence calming and his eyes as soothing as the Ocean on a sunny day.
“Hello there, young Lucian.
Allow me to introduce myself.
I am what is known as a God in your universe, and I regret to tell you that you have died and your soul has been brought to the realm of wandering souls.”
Lucian, after hearing those words, was stunned to hear his life had come to an end.
After a few seconds come’s to terms with his current situation.
“So what happens now?
Do I ascend to Heaven or Fall to Hell?” The question lingered in the air as if the entire realm went silent from the mere thought of it.
“Your life was one of many tragedies; however, you did not waver in your belief in me.
Instead, you sought my guidance and offered me faith, and in that you achieved many great things for one so young as yourself.”
The words spoken by God hit more than any injury he had sustained and were more rewarding than any high school Award.
They were simple but filled with compassion.
“Thank you,” Lucian said with a tear running down.
“For your Faith and belief in me, you will be given the choice to either rest peacefully for eternity or be reborn in any Universe along with 4 wishes of your choosing, and you may retain the memories from your previous life .”
Taking a moment to think it over, Lucian finally gives his answer.
“I’d like to be reborn in the Universe of Teen Wolf 2011, please.” Nodding in agreement, God asks, “State your four wishes.”
“I want to be a Progenitor and to have the original Werewolf transformation from the series as well as a Lycan and a Full Wolf transformation, along with Immunity to all Werewolf weaknesses, be it physical or mental.
I’d also like full control of my abilities without going crazy and randomly killing the innocent.”
“Alright, what’s your second wish?” God asked.
“I wish for the Nemeton tree to be fully regrown when I move to Beacon Hills to bring more life to the town and stronger enemies to the town.”
“Your third wish?”
” I’d like to have a parent in this universe, preferably a mother, one who’s protective and very fiery and compassionate, just to experience a mother’s love.
Also, please make her a Progenitor like me with the same abilities and immunities.”
“Please state your fourth and final wish”
“Make it so I have a solid background instead of being randomly dropped without any identity or background, one similar to my previous life, with my new mother included, and for her to be a top surgeon in the world.” God, with a smile, nodded in agreement.
With a Snap of his finger, a portal appeared from underneath Lucian and transported him to his new home in the chaotic world of Teen Wolf.
Waving his hand as he wished him well on his new journey.
“Enjoy your new life, and please do try not to die before turning 30 this time around.”
[Malcolm (Lucian) POV]
As I wake up, I notice I’m lying in a bed covered by a Blanket with rays of the morning sun hitting my face.
I notice that this isn’t my apartment in San Francisco.
Getting off my new bed, I make my way to the bathroom to see just how much I’ve changed.
On my way there, I notice a basketball lying beside the door of the bathroom, along with some Air Jordan 1s (Red and White), Kobe Grinch, and a Steph Curry Jersey.
“I guess it really wasn’t a dream.
I’m actually in Teen Wolf, huh?” Entering the bathroom, I notice my physique looks well built with no room for mistakes; my pupils are silver, and my hair is brown, like a warm day in the sun.
‘Talk about a body made by God Almighty,’ I think to myself with a satisfied grin.
My mind is suddenly filled with memories and experiences of my current life and the sensation of my new abilities.
I take a breath to get used to the new sense of strength I just felt.
“I guess my name is Malcolm Oliver Rivera.
Cool, I’ve always wanted a middle name.
And that’s not the only thing; I own a Nissan Skyline R34 GT-R replica from 2 Fast 2 Furious, and my mom is a car enthusiast like me.
I am so racing her on the weekend.”
“Malcolm, come down and eat your breakfast.
We have a lot to do to get ready for the move to our new home, mijo.”
I was drawn out of my thoughts by a female voice coming from downstairs.
“I’m coming.
I just need to change; gimme a sec, Mom.” The word just came so naturally it felt so right to say that I guess I have Mom now.
After taking a quick bath and changing into a White Vest and baggy tracksuit, I head downstairs.
I see a woman Night gown making breakfast.
‘Is she my mom or my sister cause I’m confused now,’ I think to myself as I try to piece together how a woman as stunning as her is my mom.
“Morning, my little pup.
How did you sleep?
It must be hard waking up and not seeing your madre,” She says while approaching me and hugging me.
‘Oh right, I had 2 moms; her name was Camila.
She worked in the military; she was judged for being born a Transgender woman.
” I’ll be ok, mama.
What about you?
You lost the love of your life.”
Releasing the hug, she looks at me and says.
“Hah, Camila, she was a one-of-a-kind, always strong-headed and romantic.
No matter what anyone said, she’d always prove them wrong.” She smiles with a hint of sadness and longing in her eyes.
“But as long as I have you, my little perrito, she’ll always be with us, watching over us.” As she smiles, she heads to the kitchen counter to finish making breakfast.
We sit eating and talk about the upcoming move to our new home in Beacon Hills.
“I hear the school there doesn’t have a basketball team- it hasn’t had one in a long time.
You could start one and recruit members or play another sport; apparently there’s a popular sport called Lacrosse you could give that a try.” She says while eating a sandwich.
‘Beacon Hills, huh?
They used to have a basketball team, but they stopped after Lacrosse grew more popular.’ I think while looking forward to future events like the Dread Doctors, the Nogitsune, and Deadpool.
“I’ll think about it once we get there.
If it’s any fun, then I might join the team.
What about you, Mom?
I hear you got a job at the hospital.
Are you looking forward to that?” With a curious look, I ask Mom.
“Oh, yes, I’m very excited to see what new people I can meet and mostly help people get better.
And do me a favor, mijo: don’t end up or send anyone to the hospital.
I’ve had enough of fixing broken noses.”
We both laugh, remembering all those kids I head-butted and broke their noses over basketball games, but in my defence, slapping my arms just to try and get the ball cause you can’t guard me isn’t my fault.
“As long as you don’t slap the mothers whenever they insult me, I can fight verbally too, y’know,” I say with a knowing smile.
“Well, excuse me for defending my little pup from those evil cougars, especially the ones at work.
Sometimes I regret having a son this handsome, all the things I heard at the reception desk.”
“Hahaha, says the woman who looks like she’s in her early 20s.
One time, one of my old friends had a crush on you since he was 4 years old, not to mention all the other doctors and nurses sending you messages and gifts.
I can’t believe I threw away all those roses; we could’ve had a full garden by now”
Laughter fills the room; a feeling of belonging comes over me.
We finish Breakfast and get ready to pack our stuff and load it into the moving truck.
[Gloria’s POV]
‘I’m glad he’s finally getting to his old self after we lost Mi Amor.
His Mama, hopefully this move will be the fresh start we both desperately need.’ I think as I head upstairs to prepare all the necessary things for the moving trucks.
“Mijo, don’t forget to refuel the family car for the trip.
Mine and your cars are already being moved to Beacon Hills”
“Sure thing.
I’ll go now, be back in a few minutes,” Malcolm says, grabbing the keys to the Chevrolet Traverse.’ His abilities have started to kick in; soon he’ll undergo his first Shift during the full moon.
It’ll hurt like hell, that’s for sure.’ I think while changing into jeans and a white, yellow shirt.