Psyren’s Redemption | Ch 3 Pt 1

Psyren's Redemption | Ch 2 Pt 4
Psyren's Redemption | Ch 3 Pt 2

AEGIS Agent Amelia Van den Broeke appears on scene to witness the wreckage caused by fight between individuals with extraordinary abilities. There she finds Everett Howard, an ordinary old man, unconscious, the only living witness to this attack. What follows will change both of their lives in ways neither could have ever foreseen and forever intertwine their fates.

Author's Note

Please be warned that the titular character and protagonist starts out as a particularly hateful and racist bigot, but needless to say he will be singing a different tune by the end of his ordeals.

I avoided using any overtly offensive terms or slurs, but Everett’s opinions are offensive in and of themselves. His views DO NOT reflect my own, so please don’t take them as so.

Official Report
February 15, 2016
County General Hospital
New Hebron, California


Everett cursed under his breath as his hands slowly reached up to touch his breasts and promptly dropped them. For the last hour he’d been alternating between staring at his hands and touching his new equipment. It made him feel like a damned pervert coping a feel under some young girls dress, but he couldn’t help himself, his whole body had become so alien from what he was accustomed that every movement was a reminder of just how different it had become.

The office they had shunted him off too was small and windowless, and given that it bore so little decoration he was willing to bet it was used on a very limited basis. He had been waiting for hours and his curiosity had gotten the better of him. Unfortunately, looking through the lone file cabinet and desk had done nothing to make the time pass more quickly and given that none of the documents he found were the least bit interesting or informative he had quickly given up on that pursuit.

So he spent the time, turning endlessly in the less than comfortable office chair and staring up at the ceiling as he fought his growing curiosity to strip naked and have a look at his voluptuous new form. The only thing that stopped him was the presence of the police guard outside the door and the impending return of the AEGIS agents. That didn’t mean his hands didn’t wander. He found himself slipping a hand inside his shirt or down his pants and each time it only took a few seconds before he forced it back out again.

His life had been extended by at least fifty or sixty years, but all he could do was scowl. His manhood had been stripped away, which was damn humiliating, but there was a part of the transformation that was probably just as hard to swallow. Especially for Everett who’d just found himself a member of the race of people who’d spent the last twenty years hating. It was a difficult pill to swallow and as he sat there alone he couldn’t help but think that it must be some form of punishment.


He whispered the name, his light feminine voice, still sounded so alien to his ears. An image of her face so terrible, so beautiful and so fierce flash through his mind. She had been like a force of nature given human form, and had he not witnessed her passing with his own eyes he would never have believed her existence could have been extinguished. She was responsible for his transformation he knew it as sure as his name was Everett Benedict Howard.

Everett heard a thump on the other side of the doorway and turned just in time to see the door swing open, briefly revealing the presence of the officer guarding the door before two figures stepped inside the room.

“About damn time!” Everett exclaimed jumping to his feet as Matthews and Van den Broeke stepped inside, the latter looking like she was dressed for night out on the town while the former looked very much like someone who was there for business.

“Mr. Howard,” Matthews said putting more than a little emphasis on the first word. It grated on Everett’s nerves, but he supposed it was to be expected. He didn’t exactly look like a mister anymore.

“My apologies for the delay. I hope you understand. The hospital was in a shambles after the attack from those creatures and as the only representatives of AEGIS on scene it was our duty to work with local officials in order to get things under wraps.”

Van den Broeke nodded taking a seat across from Everett on the other side of the desk. Everett grimaced and slumped back down into the office chair at about the same time that Matthews seated himself beside Amelia.

The young agent shivered, pulled her coat tighter, but left it unzipped as met Everett’s gaze. “By now, I’m sure you’re aware of the implications of your transformation. So, I won’t really go into that in great detail. As you know the Agency for Exemplar Governance, Investigation, and Security or AEGIS as it’s more commonly known was formed in response to the growing concern over vigilante justice and so called mega-criminal activity within the exemplar community.”

“And as a newly minted exemplar I now fall within your agency’s purview.” Everett folded his arms across his chest and dropped them with a long sigh. Damned breasts.

“Right,” Matthews said. “Make no mistake AEGIS is not just a policing agency. We provide aid to people such as yourself whose awakening have resulting in drastic changes, cope and when necessary create for them a new identity, but–”

“It sounds too damn good to be true. What’s the catch?” Everett finished thrumming his fingers against the cold metal surface of the desk.

“All things come with a price, Mr. Howard. The point is we’re here to help you. Matthews and I are both exemplars. We wouldn’t be working for the agency if we believed there was an agenda contrary to our best interests. Some exemplars are very powerful and frankly all AEGIS asks is that people like us live and act within the constraints of the law as any good citizen would,” Amelia replied shifting in her seat as Everett’s eyes narrowed.

“And the price?”

Matthews nodded a smile touching the corner of his lips before he spoke. “In exchange for a new identity and assistance adjusting to your new circumstances, you will sign a non-disclosure agreement. As far as anyone else is concerned Everett Howard died today. You will never disclose your original identity to anybody.”

“That’s it? You can’t seriously expect me to believe that’s the only catch there’s gotta be more to it.”

“From time to time, AEGIS has been know to seek assistance from those exemplars we’ve helped adjust to their new lives. It’s an addendum to the non-disclosure agreement you will sign. Call it a… consultancy clause.” Agent Van den Broeke smiled reaching a hand across the desk to touch Everett’s fingers as they danced across the surface of the desk.

Everett jerked back, almost slipping his hands away from the agent, but instead allow her to clasp her fingers around his palms. She was had a sweet little smile and as Everett looked into her eyes he saw real compassion looking back at him. “I know it must be hard. Adjusting to exemplar abilities is never easy, but you’ve undergone an incredible physical transformation which makes it so much harder. Let us help you.”

Everett felt his cheeks flush and he felt himself feeling a sensation that he had come to accept he’d never again experience, sexual arousal. Van den Broeke was very attractive even if her figure leaned toward the boyish side. As his nipples hardened, he smiled back at her and nodded. He had the libido and sex drive of a healthy young woman and if his attraction toward the agent was any indication it was going to be one hell of an adjustment.

He felt his smile melt into a frown as took in several deep breaths. He was a woman now, and was still very much attracted to the fairer sex. Did that mean he was a lesbian? The thought turned his stomach, and he scowled at the agent feeling a new sense of revulsion settle in.

“Something wrong?” The agent blinked and cast a furtive glance toward her superior.

“Everything!” Everett closed his eyes and took another deep breath letting the revulsion and sexual tension slip away. “I was just thinking. This consultancy clause you spoke of… What exactly will it entail?”

“We wouldn’t be expecting you to put on tights and jump across building in a single bound if that’s what you’re worried about.” Amelia replied. “From time to time, people with certain abilities can be called on for a number of different reasons. For instance, I’m what’s called a psychometric retro-cognizant. I can literally view the past by touching objects that were present during those events. If you had that ability AEGIS might call you in to get a read on a crime scene. That’s just one possibility, if you happened to have powers similar to someone who was struggling to control theirs we might call on you to help them master them.”

“I need time to think about it.”

“Of course, we can give you a full copy of the NDA before you sign it and help put you in touch with legal council so that you’re fully aware of the ramifications,” Matthews said.

“In the mean time we could use your assistance. We need to know what happened. My retro-cognizance wasn’t particularly helpful this evening and we believe that whoever or whatever was at work here may be planning something big.”

Everett bit his lip and tightened his grip around the agent’s hands. There was something very soothing about her touch and it helped him to still his raw nerves as he began to tell his story. He spoke slowly at first, influenced by a faint fear that the creatures might return and attack him in response to what he was telling the agents. Nothing happened and as he continued he grew more confident.

He had only been at it a few minutes when a random though popped into his mind as he leveled his gaze at Agent Van den Broeke. ‘This woman can help me.’

‘Yes.’ A voice responded, seemingly encouraging that line of thinking.

The voice did not belong to him, nor either of the agents. He blinked and looked around just before he felt something tugging at the back of his mind. Amelia tried to pull away, but without even trying his hands clamped down onto hers and her eyes widened as the world around them twisted and turned before everything was washed away. Matthews called out their names as the darkness consumed them both, but he was already too late.

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