Alle beetjes helpen
@khthonicangel
“Worms beneath my feet, you couldn’t possibly understand the complexities of the universe. What magnificent violence and endless beauty it holds!” Sigma shouted, flinging the guards out of the way of the door. He’d come for one thing, and had no time for playing coy, though there was always time for theatrics.
After an eternity of boredom, he would never begrudge himself that.
He floated into the room, locking the door behind him as he cornered his target. One of the Talon council, formerly what Sigma would consider a boss, but decisions had been made over his head. Decisions that eventuated in them not requiring his services any longer. Who better to do the dirty work than Talon’s tightly-leashed attack-dog?
He was told to make a show of it, presumably as a warning to any other member of Talon not to resist against the power shift in the ranks that was quickly becoming apparent, and so he smashed the window, floating out with the target floating before him, fighting against the whims of gravity to hold him in place.
The city was below, but simply dropping him wasn’t a show. No...
He formed a black hole, up in the sky, where everyone could watch this man’s fate. As instructed. Creative forms of cruelty always came in the form of orders, and he always followed them to a T. Why hold the morals of his old life when that old life was infinite lifetimes into the past?
What he hadn’t expected was the most simple of defensive weapons. His amour would block bullets, resist explosions, withstand fire, but it was metal, and metal was conductive.
When the man pulled out a taser gun, it barely registered as a threat until it was far too late, the wires connecting and shooting along his armour, frying his headpiece. The only thing keeping him together. What a pathetically simple thing to take him down.
The black hole vanished instantly, as did his control of gravity and himself. He saw, before fading, the target grappling to the building and his last thought before plunging headfirst into the abyss was that there would be hell to pay for that.
‘You’re a monster. You’re not me, you’re using me to do horrible things.’
‘Let me out! Let me out!’
‘If the unifying theories...’
‘The melody... the melody... the melody...’
A cacophony of voices, all his own, filled his head. Every conceivable version of him from every timeline, every reality. This was his hell, his prison, trapped in a black hole for years and tormented throughout time, space, and reality.
The tremors when he hit the ground shook the city like a mild earthquake, as though the man’s mass was much more dense than it, by all rights, should have been.
He lay in a small crater in the middle of the street, rubble and concrete floating around him in a circle. It was too dangerous for any traditional form of emergency services to get to him. He was alive, but badly injured. His eyes wide open and darting around, but unseeing.
When experiencing so much at once, one has the habit of blocking things out, but one thing did get through, and in the reality he had plummeted in, he focused for just a moment. Was someone helping him? That... that wasn’t right, surely?
