Crazedmadman

Chapter 32 [Vault]

Added 2024-05-15 19:42:46 +0000 UTC

Title - The True Son of Anarchy

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I died. How? Fuck if I know. One moment I’m riding down the streets of Seattle on my baby Harley, and the next I’m in this shit hole. A literal void of nothingness, besides myself at least.

Was I hit by a car? Did some prick shoot me after I fucked their girl or something? I mean, I’m not a good person, but I don’t go out of my way to help girls cheat or some shit, I’m not evil.

Besides my love for women, I also had a love for cars, bikes, shit like that. Said love for bikes, got me introduced to a neat little show called Sons of Anarchy, which then trickled into more and more shows, getting me addicted to pretty much everything fiction, live-action usually.

Now I’m in this hell hole, a literal void of absolutely nothing. Not exactly a place you wanna stay at. But, the plus side is, is that I’m pretty sure this is one of those fanfic situations. I mean, where else do you see people show up in a void of absolutely nothing, after seemingly dying?

If this is one of those fanfic situations, a ROB, wheel, or something of the sort should be showing up anytime now.

“It would seem you are right about that, kid”

Well, that would confirm my suspicions.

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[3rd POV]

After hearing the voice, the young man “turned” to where he heard it. Standing there was an older woman, a very recognizable one.

The man’s eyes widened before he spoke “So the theories about you were right, weren’t they?”

“Mostly, I’m not Jesus though” The woman replied, a smile on her face as she gazed at him.

“So I’m assuming you’re Death? Or are you Anarchy? Either of those would fit, considering what Club you are seemingly the patron God of” The man said with a hum, not really too freaked out right now.

“You are rather calm, aren’t you? And as for your question, I am both. I am Death and I am Anarchy” The woman responded.

“You can be both? Huh…neat” The man said in surprise, not expecting her to be both of the beings he was thinking of.

“I do not follow the same rules as those beings of the other multiverses you are thinking of. I am more…real” The woman responded.

“So…why exactly am I here? Or was this one of those “randomly selected” situations?” The man asked, a defeated sigh escaping his lips.

“No. You have been specially selected by me, for reasons I will not explain” Anarchy responded, causing the man to raise an eyebrow.

“Well alright then. So, what am I here for?” The man asked Anarchy, as she was now known.

“To change the fate of my beloved Club, to improve upon it, and to spread it’s wings to the wider omniverse” Anarchy responded with a smile, knowing the man was going to know what she was speaking of.

“You mean the Sons of Anarchy right? Or just SAMCRO? And how would I even go about doing that? Becoming a member takes a long time, from what I remember” The man asked, looking at Anarchy with a quizzical look on his face.

“My sons as a whole, all need aid and need to be changed for the better. SAMCRO simply needs it more than any other, due to the poison that has reached inside it, or…poisons” Anarchy responded, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

“Ah, I’m assuming you’re talking about Clay, and maybe…Gemma?” The man asked, knowing that those two were manipulative, selfish, and immensely untrustworthy. The amount of shady shit those two have done is more than the words in a damn dictionary.

“That is correct. Those two have caused much harm to my Sons, and my Club, almost entirely for their own gain, and selfish needs. I wish for this to change, and in order to do that, I had to reach out and find myself a champion, a…True Son” Anarchy said softly, as she gazed at the man with warmth.

“Me? You want me to become your son? Why? I’m not exactly all that special, and I sure as hell am not as good as a pick as someone like Jax” The man said, knowing Jax Teller would have been a much better choice.

Anarchy smirked at what he said “But I am choosing Jax Teller, aren’t I?”

“Huh?” The man said dumply.

“Reincarnation is a complicated thing child. And you’re past reincarnations are superior in number to anyone else in all of existence. The sheer amount of important people you have been, is truly amazing, even to someone such as me” Anarchy said with a smile, as she mentally went through his seemingly endless reincarnations.

“Wait wait wait. You mean to tell me I was Jax Teller in one of my lives?” The man said dumbly. As realization began to settle in, on what Anarchy wanted from him.

“Amongst many, many, many more fictional characters of grave importance. Jax Teller simply left more of an imprint on you than any other, as it was you’re first, and beginning reincarnation” Anarchy said slowly, knowing that a panic attack could come on because of this.

“...So am I Jax, or me? Or am I all of my previous reincarnations, just excluding the memories that are locked away?” The man asked, breathing in to calm himself.

“You are all of them, they are you, and you are them. You are Jax Teller, you are Damien Mortem, and you are all of you’re other reincarnations from the past” Anarchy said with a smile, realizing that her “son” was a lot stronger than she thought, mentally wise.

“...I see. And, I’m assuming you want to transmigrate me into Ja-my old body? And give me my memories back, or something?” Damien asked, looking at Anarchy with a sigh.

“More than that child. I wish to give you the memories of all your previous reincarnations. Not at the same time of course, but over time, and by completing tasks for me” Anarchy said with a smile.

“What sort of tasks?” Damien asked as excitement began to fill him.

“Ones involving changing the fate of the Club, changing the fate of others, and plenty more. You will also get rewarded for more than just that, should I deem it fitting” Anarchy said.

Damien went quiet as he heard this, realizing that that wouldn’t be immensely difficult, as long as he was safe about it. His knowledge of the future of SAMCRO and the entire Sons of Anarchy world would make such a task easier than before.

“You will also be given a special ability of mine. The ability to create a contract, one that if not followed, will kill the one not following it. This way, you ensure the loyalty of the club, and those you may recruit in the future” Anarchy said, knowing that the club would have traitors and rats if she didn’t give him such a power.

“So…how do we do this whole reincarnation thing?” Damien asked.

“It is quite simple on your end child. You simply close your eyes and allow me to do my job. But, you must know, that the universe you are being sent to, is…different from what you know. I cannot send you back to the mainline universe that the show is based on, lest I rip a hole in the entire Sons of Anarchy Multiverse” Anarchy said with a soft smile.

“I see…so what sort of world are you sending me to?” Damien asked.

“One where the Sons of Anarchy, is combined with a certain diary world,” Anarchy said with an amused smirk.

‘...Fuck that just made my job a lot harder’ Damien thought with a groan, realizing exactly where he was being sent. It wouldn’t be too dangerous, due to the show taking place from 2008 to like 2012 or something like that. But once TVD started, he would probably be dragged into it, one way or another.

“Well, I guess it could have been worse” Damien said with a sigh, knowing that there were far more dangerous worlds it could have been combined with.

“I’m glad you are seeing the positives of this situation” Anarchy said with a soft smile.

“So…what now?” Damien asked, causing Anarchy to smirk as Damien began to glow.

“Now, you begin your reincarnation, my son”

“Wait wha-” Damien was cut off, as he glowed brightly, before disappearing from the void, leaving Anarchy on her own.

“I shall see you soon…Jax, my son” Anarchy said, before she too glowed and disappeared from the void, returning it to its completely infinite darkness.

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[Location: ??????????] [3rd POV]

Within a small bedroom, a tall, toned, dirty blonde man lay. A large tattoo was tattooed onto his back with the words “Sons of Anarchy” upon it.

Slowly, his eyes crept open, revealing powerful blue eyes and a soft groan escaped his lips. Slowly, he began to sit up with a sigh, as he rolled his shoulders. ‘That fucking sucked’ He thought, as he began to get to his feet.

Looking into the mirror within the room, he sighed ‘Guess it wasn’t a dream’

‘And these memories…they’re actually mine’ He thought, as he noticed the tattoo on his left peck, with the word “Abel”.

‘Looks like yesterday the factory blew up, meaning it should be episode 2 right now. Not a bad time to “wake up” I guess’ Jax thought with a sigh, as he walked into his bathroom, ready to take a long shower.

Task Completed

Awaken as Jax Teller

Reward - The powers, knowledge, etc of one of your past reincarnations.

Jax blinked at this, as he walked into the shower. ‘Well that’s neat’ Jax thought with a small grin, as the notification blinked again.

Past Reincarnation: Bucky Barnes | Chosen!

Beginning assimilation of powers, memories, etc.

‘Wait wha-’ Jax couldn’t finish his thought process as he dropped to the ground, pain flooding every inch of his body.

‘Fuck! You could have warned me!’ Jax thought as he gritted his teeth in pain.

Jax was forced to lay there in the shower, gritting his teeth as knowledge and physical power flooded him, alongside immense pain.

This assimilation continued for over 10 minutes, before it finally stopped, as Jax let out a low groan.

“That *pant* fucking *pant* sucked” Jax panted out, as he got to his feet.

Clenching his fist, Jax couldn’t help but grin slightly, the knowledge in his head of his previous reincarnation, being quite the boon, especially the knowledge of fighting and assassination.

‘This…this I could work with’ Jax thought, as he decided to finish his shower, finally.

Walking out of the shower after cleaning himself up, he walked to his closet and slid some comfortable clothes on, before finishing by putting on his Kutte.

After slipping his kutte on, Jax stretched before exiting his bedroom. Walking through the house, he grabbed his keys and phone, before leaving his home, and walking to his Harley.