Static

The white noise had gone suddenly to electric, blinding energy. This was no high, he could only think, this is pain.

And it had happened before.

More flashes, and it had been forever since the last of them.




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Tunnels, familiar ones. He'd seen them before, below the city, rising too fast to break the surface with explosive, devastating force.

Something that should not be free.

Claws, heavily muscled arms with bands of dark, blooded ink
Noxious fluids and clouds, every putrid yellow, red, green and black pouring, swirling  and swelling around and from every movement.
Gnashing of so many teeth, wailing- but not wails of pain. There was no emotion to accompany these screams. Rage, Hatred, Excitement, Determination, Joy... pure bestial roars.
The war cry of Legion.

They were coming, and with their leader in the midst, they had reached the surface, and he could see them, almost free...


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But that was to come. He blinked free of the flashing, lancing vision, unsure why it was coming back to him now, showing what he had already seen years ago and never since. The beginning of the end of the world. Of his life. The start of the real fight, the last use of his sanity to help save the world. The fall of cities, of civilization.

Not for Good.
Not to fight Evil.
But just to save the people. Who had no reason to be caught up in the middle.
Those who were caught up in the crossfire, between the Black and the White. Those in the Grey.
Because nobody else would be helping them. Nobody else could.

And if this was all starting soon, if these visions had a reason to be starting again, in so vivid and core-shaking detail..
He was fucked.
Because he wasn't ready yet.
He still had questions, and still didn't understand how to use his own body, or how to save anyone, including himself.

Please let there be answers.
Please let there be more time.