"Everything....is gone now...."
The sound of footsteps echoed through the halls of a run down building. Atleast what it seems to be a building.
No...
It was not a building, but ruins of what remained of what used to be a spaceship.
A silhouette of a man passed. His entire form was hidden by a long cloak that resembles the darkness of the galaxy around him. Even with the lack of air, he seems to be unphased, unbothered.
Atleast physically...
"Every damn time....."
Debris and circuits floated around him, all through the endless space. Sparks of electricity flashed through the broken wires.
A red tattered scarf floated infront of the man making him stop. A frown formed on his visible lips. Seeing the sight of the torned knitted fabric brought unpleasant memories of the past and previous events back through his thoughts.
".....When will this torture ends....?"
'I don't have much time left....' He thought. He brought an arm out from the safety of his cloak. And all of sudden, a gust of wind formed.
The damaged spaceship rumbled, yet he stood there as if nothing was happening.
Because he is the one responsible. It was his power.
Formed from his command was a vortex of stars and wind. At the very center was an endless darkness. Everything that had come near it was immediately pulled and eaten, nothing was safe..
A blackhole.
Atleast what it seems to look like...
A smirk formed on the man's lips.
"No worries... I will just have to try even harder..."
Without any warning, he jumped in. Disappearing in to the darkness. Leaving the ruins behind.
And soon the hole itself exploded, leaving no traces of where it was previously was.
"I will....save them this time...."
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Star-crossed Threads
Science FictionLife can be so cruel most of the times... The moment a new being is formed into this world, their fates and future are sealed just by the rotening words of their "opinions" and "advices". No matter how much work are done, no matter how much efforts...
