-An ancient former hero, bound by unbreakable chains and a mute voice, is eternally punished by uncontrollably waking and blacking out through time and dimensions.
In each location, he must decide to act upon his much desired revenge upon his nemesis or do what he no longer wishes to do...let his power take him and be a hero.-
Location: On the outside of a school probably during what is most likely an alternate version of 1950s-1960s. Instead of being something from a suburban TV show, it's more like something that a biker gang took a hold of for renovations.
But that’s not the worst part.
In the aftermath, I held a little hand. A hand much to small to be lifeless.
“You can’t save them all,” Repeated in my mind.
The hallway was in shambles. Covered in rubble from teachers transformed by the Gray into fire-spiting beasts. They chased the crying children down the hall desiring the only thing the Gray desires: nothingness.
But I saved them. I let my power take me immediately. This time my adrenaline made me a speedster, moving faster than I could understand. I evacuated the little ones all out.
The saving of other lives finally felt legitimate. Almost like back then…before HE took over and threw me into this dimension-traveling game of HIS. It finally felt real. Almost like a hero again.
That is, until I saw this little hand on the ground sticking out of the last classroom on the left.
HIS disgusting voice again echoed in my head.
“You can’t save them all.”
And it angered me even more because, as much as it infuriates me, HE was right and there was nothing I could do to prevent this truth.
Which is why I will do everything in my power to find HIM.
My sight became hazy.
I thought I heard a distant laugh behind me.
And I blacked out.