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Post by Timothy Smith on Apr 21, 2019 16:15:21 GMT
Tim walked down the steps to the basement. This was familiar. It was wrong. This was his old family home. This building wasn't standing anymore. At least, not the way that he was seeing it right now. It had been five years since the incident, the place had been rebuilt and sold to someone that was going to hear rumors about how two people had died in the basement for the rest of the time they lived there.
He walked down the steps. He could hear people. A conversation. A conversation that he remembered.
This was that day. He knew every word that came out of his mouth. They were currently coming out of his mouth. He was standing there, in front of his parents, arguing with them that it was perfectly safe, perfectly fine, even without the emergency shutdown and stuff. In fact, to prove it, he'd removed the pressure bleed off, he was so confident it would work just fine.
No. NO it wouldn't work just fine the pressure bleed off needed to be there that's exactly what went wrong and if he had an emergency shutdown it could have all been stopped and--
What was he thinking. He could fix all this. He had powers now. The device was already spinning up, but he could stop it, he could get between them and the device and absorb the energy and save them and everything would be fine.
Energy crackled around him, and he shot forward toward the device. Better yet why not get it out of here? He could fly, he could take it to space, it would explode harmlessly and everything would be fine.
He reached his hands out, and suddenly everything was in slow motion. He watched a spark arc from his hands to the device. He watched as the casing slowly buckled and split, energy and radiation spilling forth from the seams. He watched as the casing was shredded into shrapnel. He tried to stop it, tried to absorb the energy, catch the shrapnel, but it just went right through him. He could only watch. Watch as shards of jagged metal embedded themselves in his parents. Watch as the heat and radiation started to vaporize them.
White filled his vision as the explosion reached it's climax.
Then he woke up, drenched in a cold sweat.
He grabbed his phone. He didn't like admitting that he needed help, that something was bothering him, but this wasn't the first time he'd had that dream. Quickly typed out some texts to his best friends, and then sat back in bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
He wasn't going to go back to sleep tonight.
He walked down the steps. He could hear people. A conversation. A conversation that he remembered.
This was that day. He knew every word that came out of his mouth. They were currently coming out of his mouth. He was standing there, in front of his parents, arguing with them that it was perfectly safe, perfectly fine, even without the emergency shutdown and stuff. In fact, to prove it, he'd removed the pressure bleed off, he was so confident it would work just fine.
No. NO it wouldn't work just fine the pressure bleed off needed to be there that's exactly what went wrong and if he had an emergency shutdown it could have all been stopped and--
What was he thinking. He could fix all this. He had powers now. The device was already spinning up, but he could stop it, he could get between them and the device and absorb the energy and save them and everything would be fine.
Energy crackled around him, and he shot forward toward the device. Better yet why not get it out of here? He could fly, he could take it to space, it would explode harmlessly and everything would be fine.
He reached his hands out, and suddenly everything was in slow motion. He watched a spark arc from his hands to the device. He watched as the casing slowly buckled and split, energy and radiation spilling forth from the seams. He watched as the casing was shredded into shrapnel. He tried to stop it, tried to absorb the energy, catch the shrapnel, but it just went right through him. He could only watch. Watch as shards of jagged metal embedded themselves in his parents. Watch as the heat and radiation started to vaporize them.
White filled his vision as the explosion reached it's climax.
Then he woke up, drenched in a cold sweat.
He grabbed his phone. He didn't like admitting that he needed help, that something was bothering him, but this wasn't the first time he'd had that dream. Quickly typed out some texts to his best friends, and then sat back in bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
He wasn't going to go back to sleep tonight.
