Eye of the Storm Part-4

March 10

David’s steps echoed through the dimly lit alleyway, each one deliberate and filled with a sinister intent. His mind was consumed by a twisted obsession, a burning desire to snuff out the life of the past Freddy. His eyes gleamed with a perverse delight, relishing in the anticipation of what was to come.

As he rounded a corner, David’s gaze locked onto Freddy, who unknowingly walked towards his own demise. The corners of David’s lips curled into a cruel smile, hidden beneath the shadow of his coat was a crowbar that picked up from the alleyway. He reveled in the audacity of his plan, confident that this time he held the upper hand, he didn't the delight show on his face but his mind raced about how he is going to crack open Freddy's skull with the crowbar.

Silently, David followed Freddy’s every move, his footsteps masked by the urban soundscape that enveloped them. He relished the thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of knowing that he held all the cards. He watched as Freddy weaved through the alleys, unaware of the danger lurking behind him.

Freddy, who was aware of his pursuer’s presence, turned towards David, their eyes locking in a chilling confrontation. A flicker of recognition danced in Freddy’s gaze, a brief glimpse of the horrors that awaited him. But David remained undeterred, his determination unyielding.

With each passing moment, David’s anticipation grew, the prospect of facing the past Freddy filling him with a twisted sense of exhilaration. He clutched the crowbar tightly, his fingers white-knuckled with the intensity of his grip.

As Freddy’s steps quickened, unknowingly leading himself into the waiting trap, David’s confidence swelled. He relished the prospect of finally getting his hands on his prey, of exacting his twisted retribution. His eyes bore gave freddy a glance from behind, a predator fixated on his quarry.

Finally, the alleyway grew narrower, enclosing them in a suffocating embrace. David knew that this was the moment, the culmination of his elaborate plan. He stepped into the shadows, his presence shrouded in a malevolent aura.

David’s heart pounded as he stepped into the alleyway, expecting to find the familiar surroundings he had come to know. But to his bewilderment, he found himself transported to a realm unlike any he had ever seen before.

The space around him was bathed in an ethereal white glow, casting an otherworldly light upon everything it touched. The walls of the room spun in a mesmerizing dance, swirling and twirling as if caught in the chaotic embrace of a celestial tornado. The sensation of movement was disorienting, as if David himself was being swept up in a cosmic whirlwind.

But it was the cracks on the walls that caught David’s attention. They marred the pristine white surface like shattered glass, each fracture revealing a glimpse into the events of countless universes. Through those rifts, he saw snippets of different worlds, alternate realities unfolding in parallel existence.

One fragment showcased a lush, vibrant planet teeming with life, where exotic creatures roamed free beneath an iridescent sky. In another, a desolate wasteland stretched as far as the eye could see, ravaged by the aftermath of an apocalyptic event. The cracks offered a fleeting glimpse into infinite possibilities, a tapestry of divergent paths and untold stories.

As David stood in the center of this swirling maelstrom, he felt a peculiar mix of emotions. The sheer magnitude of the multiverse laid bare before him, its vastness and complexity stretching far beyond his comprehension. It was a humbling reminder of the infinitesimal nature of his own existence.

David's pull towards the unknown realm was surprising but what surprised him more was the person standing before him.

David stared at Freddy, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of his bloody and disheveled form.

"It seems you survived"

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David's voice held a tinge of annoyance as if he was unhappy that I survived.

"It seems I got Edward at least, I gotta say you're pretty lucky"

Lucky huh...? I had no intention of chatting with him, my only goal was to retrieve the flash drive.

"So...where are we?"

David indulged in chatter. It's highly likely that he could be buying time, but what's the point of buying time in a place where the concept of time itself doesn't even apply.

"It's the eye of the storm—the very heart of the chaotic force that traversed the multiverse. It is a place where the rules of reality are twisted and distorted, where the boundaries of space and time blurred into a swirling tempest"

We could spend an eternity here and only a second would pass in the real world.

"And why are we here...?"

David's voice held a certain sense of confidence, which I fully intended to shatter.

"I had Jack open a rift to pull you here, you see I spent quite a lot of time understanding this place. It's filled with cosmic energy, the abundance delays the activation of QS-Bands quite a bit, thus blocking off your escape route"

It was me who held the sinister smile this time, while David had a shocked expression for the first time. I felt an unusual sense of delight in that reaction of his.

David’s voice took on a solemn tone as he spoke

"It seems we are not so different, you and I"

Was he trying to manipulate me, knowing full well that he can't stand against me in terms of combat alone.

"We’re both chasing after a truth that seems to slip through our fingers in this ever-shifting multiverse. Truth is an illusion, a mirage that taunts us, leading us further into madness."

I let him continue his blabbering for one last time before I smacked his skull once again, and this time I was determined to make sure not to leave him alive.

"Answers... I sought answers, but all I found was darkness. The truths I uncovered... they consume me, twist me. I am but a vessel of their malevolence. Truth... an elusive specter, a veil that hides the darkest depths of existence. I thought I sought knowledge, but it was folly. It consumed me, transformed me into this wretched being."

It didn't seem like he was buying time anymore, it just looked to me as if he was just trying to get his point, no he didn't care if I understood him or not, he just wanted to share it.

"There is no meaning in a universe that constantly reshapes itself, where our very existence becomes a mere glitch? I can assure you tried to find an objective truth, an objective reality when you were descended into this madness, but there is none"

David took a pause for a moment before speaking.

"The only objective truth in this multiverse is death"

He shouted as he lashed out towards me with the crowbar he held underneath his coat.

"Oh I anticipated this motherfucker"

I blocked his attack, and smacked him in his abdomen.

Within the swirling maelstrom, we clashed in a brutal and desperate struggle. Our bodies moved with an almost primal intensity, our blows fueled by our conflicting beliefs and desires.

Despite my injuries, the adrenaline surging through my veins lent me raw strength. I ducked and weaved, evading David’s aggressive attacks, searching for an opening. While the storm intensified around us, amplifying the chaotic energy that crackled in the air.

My movements became more calculated as I analyzed David’s patterns, looking for weaknesses to exploit. I sidestepped a powerful swing, using the momentum to deliver a swift counterattack. My fist connected with David’s jaw, causing him to stumble backward.

The crack of the crowbar resonated through the storm as I seized the opportunity, snatching it from David’s grip.

With a primal instinct, I swung the crowbar with all my might, striking David’s head. The impact reverberated through my body, releasing a surge of mixed emotions—anger, fear, and a tinge of sorrow. David crumpled to the ground, his body still and lifeless.

The storm raged on, oblivious to the intense struggle that had just unfolded within its core. I stood there, panting heavily, my breath mingling with the chaotic winds. Blood dripped from my wounds, mingling with the storm’s energy.

A solemn silence settled over the storm-ridden landscape as I stared down at David’s motionless body.

As the storm raged on around, I knelt beside David’s lifeless body, my hands trembling with a mix of anticipation and urgency. I knew I had little time before David’s body dissipated into the swirling chaos of the storm.

Since David is dead, his memories will need to escape to another universe, but it can't happen as long as his body is here, thus the storm will eject his body to it's previous location, which would be the alley way that my past version is about to enter.

Frantically, I searched David’s pockets, my fingers fumbling over the fabric, seeking the valuable flash drive.

Finally, my fingers closed around a small, metallic object, and I withdrew it from David’s pocket. It was the flash drive.

But as I held the flash drive, I noticed something else in David’s possession—a photograph. It's the familiar picture of the zombie base that my past version will discover and will be driven into this madness, I allowed history to stay on its course and placed the picture back in his pocket.

With the flash drive in my possession, I quickly pocketed it, my mind already racing with plans and strategies.

As David’s body began to fade away, gradually dissolving into the ethereal vortex, I stood up, ready to leave this maelstrom.

The storm howled and swirled, its violent winds whipping at my battered form. I took one last look at the fading remnants of David’s presence. I quickly inserted the flash drive in my QS-Band, to check if it's corrupted or not.

[Initiating scan]

Jack's familiar metallic voice resounded within the cosmic whirlwind.

[Scan complete]

[You have a message from Aiden]

The glitch surrounding me faded as I materialized in a room filled with mirror walls, I found myself surrounded by a maze of reflections, my own image multiplied and distorted in countless ways. The mirrors stretched out in every direction, creating an illusion of infinite corridors and paths.

The room was dimly lit, with soft, ambient lighting casting an ethereal glow on the reflective surfaces. The atmosphere was both disorienting and intriguing, as my own reflections seemed to move and shift with every step I took.

The mirrors were large and polished to perfection, their surfaces gleaming under the soft illumination that bathed the room. The light danced across the glass, casting shimmering reflections on the walls, floor, and ceiling. I couldn’t help but be captivated by the kaleidoscope of images that surrounded me.

After receiving Aiden's message I teleported out from the center of the storm, unsure of whether to follow the new instructions he had left for me I decided to confront him, but due to the oversaturation of energy within the vortex I was thrown off course and ended up here.

This unusual room reminded me of the mirror labyrinth in the amusement park I used to visit as a kid.

I cautiously navigated the maze, my eyes darting from one mirror to another. With each turn I took, my reflections multiplied, creating a bewildering visual cacophony. The familiarity of my own face stared back at me from all angles, I saw glimpses of my own reflection, distorted and multiplied in countless ways. Image seemed to stretch, bend, and warp, creating a mesmerizing visual spectacle.

Each mirror seemed to offer a different perspective, a distorted version of myself. Creating an illusion of infinite paths and possibilities. Every turn I made revealed new reflections, new facets of my existence.

I could have teleported to Aiden now but I was absorbed in the nostalgia of this maze.

The mirrors seemed to symbolize the fractured nature of my existence, the countless versions of myself scattered across different universes and timelines.

With each reflection I passed, I caught glimpses of a different form of mine

Lost in his thoughts, Freddy was momentarily startled by a sudden glimmer of movement in the corner of his eye. I turned around to see the opening of the door to this labyrinth of mirrors.

As the door swung open, a young child stepped into the room, the innocence radiating from his wide eyes and gentle face. I fully recognized this child, he is the younger version of me, a reflection of my past self from a different universe.

Before the child, stood me, the adult version. My body was covered in wounds and my clothes stained with the crimson evidence of my recent encounter with David. In my hand, I tightly gripped the crowbar, fresh blood still dripping from it staining the glassy floor.

The room fell silent as we both locked eyes, one representing the innocence and purity of youth, the other carrying the weight of experience and the scars of madness. It was a moment where the past and present intersected in a collision of emotions.

The child Freddy gazed up at me, his adult self with curiosity, oblivious to the toll that life had taken on his future counterpart. The innocence and trust in his eyes stirred a pang of remorse within me, a reminder of the dreams and aspirations I once held dear, but eventually I grew up giving up on those dreams.

The room seemed to hold its breath, the mirrors reflecting the tension and conflict within my heart. The maze of mirrors became a metaphorical representation of my own fragmented existence, the choices and experiences that had shaped me and led me to this moment.

With a heavy sigh, I slowly lowered the bloodied crowbar, and the child stepped forward, his small figure seemingly undeterred by the blood-stained me standing before him. The labyrinth of mirrors cast flickering reflections, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

Having discarded the crowbar, I cautiously approached the child. My weary eyes held a mixture of sorrow and vulnerability, as if burdened by the weight of my past actions and the relentless journey through the multiverse.

A soft smile graced the child’s face as he looked up to me, his eyes filled with a blend of curiosity and empathy. In that simple gesture, it was as if the child reached out to offer solace, a beacon of understanding to me.

With a tender voice that belied his young age, the child broke the silence, his words tinged with a sense of wisdom beyond his years.

"You look sad,"

he said, his voice carrying a gentle warmth that seemed to penetrate my troubled soul.

Overwhelmed by the child’s perception, I nodded slowly, my eyes welling with unshed tears.

In the presence of the child’s unwavering empathy, my defenses began to crumble. I felt a surge of vulnerability, allowing myself to be seen and understood in a way that felt both unsettling and deeply comforting.

I stopped my tear from flowing and gave a small chuckle, with a voice filled with gentle compassion, I responded to the child’s revelation.

"I could say the same for you as well" I murmured softly, my voice carrying the weight of understanding.

This amusement park was near my childhood home, and this is the place I used to visit when I was sad. Whenever something bad happened to me I felt lonely, and this labyrinth became my cure for the loneliness. Getting lost in seemingly infinite reflections was my escape from all of it.

"Yeah...I am"

The child spoke, I knew what had happened to him this time, why he is sad but yet I asked.

As the child shared his heartache about his father’s departure and the introduction of a new stepmother, his shattered household due to his cheating father, and him not being able to find a place to fit in, not even in his own house.

My own pain and sorrow resonated with the child’s story, after all I had the same life. I could see the weight that the child carried on his small shoulders, the longing for a stable and loving family unit.

I reached out once more, my hand resting upon the child’s shoulder, offering a silent gesture of support. In that moment, our connection deepened, bridging the gap between our individual journeys and highlighting the universality of pain and longing.

I knelt down, my eyes meeting the child’s, and spoke with a gentle tone that held a wealth of understanding.

"Do you hate your dad?"

The child pondered for a moment, his brows furrowing with the weight of the question. After a brief pause, he responded.

"I don’t know...but I guess I am starting to."

I nodded, acknowledging the child’s honesty. I understood that emotions, especially those born from disappointment and hurt, could be complex and ever-changing.

When it was revealed that my father had been cheating on my mother, and I even had a younger half-sister my mother and I were devastated. I was too young to understand the complexities of the emotions my mother had felt but I just didn't want my mother to leave.

My dad was given the custody of me, and I started my new life with a stranger that called herself my new mother. We were a joint family and none of my relatives said anything on the issue. It was as if I was the only one with a different opinion. Gradually I started feeling alone even while being present among a crowd. My loneliness turned into hatred, which just kept intensifying, I kept finding new reasons to hate and avoid that family.

"Hatred is a powerful emotion," I said to my younger self. "But it is important to understand that it does nothing to the person we direct it towards. In fact, it often consumes us, trapping us in a cycle of negativity and escapism."

The child listened intently, his eyes fixated on me, searching for guidance in the midst of his own inner turmoil.

"Instead of allowing hatred to consume us, it’s important to find healthier ways to process our emotions...like forgiveness for example, not for the sake of others, but for our own inner peace and growth."

I paused, thinking on my own words and what to say next, giving the child a moment to absorb my words as well.

"Forgiveness doesn’t mean forgetting or condoning the actions that have hurt us. It means finding the strength to let go of the pain, to free ourselves from the grip of bitterness and resentment."

"But how do I forgive?" the child asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

I smiled gently, a soft chuckle escaping my mouth, and a gaze filled with compassion.

Honestly I didn't know myself, forgiveness isn't that easy. I had to travel the multiverse and killed a few humans in order to understand this, but I had to give some answer. Something at least that he won't end up like me.

"Forgiveness starts with understanding that people make mistakes. We all have flaws and complexities that sometimes lead us astray"

I placed a hand on the child’s shoulder, offering a comforting presence.

"Forgiveness is a process, and it takes time"

"But dad...He did a bad thing"

"A parental figure is someone who cares for you deeply, flawed as they may be,"

I replied, my voice carrying the weight of my own experiences.

"Sometimes, we spend our lives running away from them, seeking freedom and independence. But in doing so, we may miss out on the love and support they have to offer."

I paused, the memories of my own past choices flickering in my mind.

"Don’t let your past choices become future regrets"

The child kept listening with his eyes facing down, and I kept going on. I wasn't just explaining this to him, but also my child self, to stop him from making his life more miserable.

"Parents, like all humans, are not perfect. They make mistakes, and sometimes those mistakes can cause us pain"

I leaned in closer, his voice gentle yet firm.

"Instead of harboring resentment, try to see the bigger picture. Everything can not be perfect, It will never be, instead it's a journey. Embrace that and change with it, don't hate but let go no, so that one day you'll be able to give a proper goodbye to your father"

The child kept listening with that innocent look in his eyes. I am more so telling myself all of this instead of him.

"No matter which path we take, no matter what we have or achieve, humans have an uncanny ability to find reasons to be miserable. The outward success, or a seemingly perfect relationship—it can all be overshadowed by an inner void, a lingering sense of dissatisfaction"

Traveling the multiverse have imparted this on me, no matter which universe I was there, weather I was a simple NPC working a simple job, or a leader of a resistance against a dictator in a sci-fi universe, and even if I was an employee of a large technological cooperation, I had found some way to stay miserable. But not now, and thus I continued my speech to my younger self, to make at least one life of mine a little less miserable.

"Bad relationships are often a necessary part of a good life"

The child tilted his head, curiosity shining in his eyes. He finally spoke after listening in silence for a while.

"But why would we want bad relationships if they cause us pain?"

I smiled, understanding the child’s confusion.

"It’s not that we actively seek out bad relationships, but rather, they find their way into our lives despite our best intentions. These relationships challenge us, they push us outside of our comfort zones, and they force us to grow and evolve."

I paused, my gaze drifting to the maze of mirrors surrounding us.

"In the midst of it, we learn about our own boundaries, our values, and our resilience. We discover what we truly deserve and what we’re willing to tolerate."

I remembered the time I used to drown in drugs to escape from my problems.

"We sometimes get an instinct to run away from bad relationships. It’s natural to want to protect ourselves from pain and negativity. But when we run away from difficult situations, we inadvertently reinforce the negative beliefs others may hold about us. It’s as if we’re confirming their doubts and giving them power over our lives, in running away you'll prove the people right who were wrong about you"

My voice took on a gentle yet poignant tone as he continued my final piece of advice.

"Escaping from the challenges of life may provide temporary relief, but it isolates us from the world and in the process, we risk losing the very essence of who we are."

I paused for a moment.

"When we constantly run away from difficult situations, we inadvertently fragment ourselves. We become a mess of broken pieces, carrying within us the remnants of everyone we’ve left behind. Each time we choose to escape, we leave a part of ourselves behind. We carry the pain of lost connections, the regret of missed opportunities, and the unresolved emotions of unfinished relationships"

I took another pause, I locked my eyes into my younger self before I could impart the final piece of advice.

"And eventually you'll become a mosaic of everyone you'll ever love"

Seeing me silent for a few minutes my child finally spoke.

"I just...want to be happy about myself"

I smiled, a genuine and gentle smile for the first time in a while. I patted his head as I answered.

"You're lost within yourself, with your choices. I was same a few moment ago...until I met you"

Suddenly his eyes widen in curiosity

"And you're not lost anymore?"

"No"

I stood up, standing before the glass door. The labyrinth of choices, memories, and the quest for an objective truth had weighed heavily upon my shoulders for far too long. Now, standing at the threshold of understanding, I felt ready to embrace a different path.

"Now I know what to do"

The child tilted his head, silently asking for the conclusion I had reached.

I opened the glass door, ready to leave. I turned back to face the child, a soft smile gracing my lips, before I said my final words.

"To take a leap of faith"

I stood at the edge of the eye of the storm, my eyes locked on the swirling vortex of chaos before me. The raw power emanating from the center of the storm seemed both daunting and mesmerizing.

I was back into this unknown realm, I had planned to confront Aiden before following with the message he had left me with, but after meeting with my child self I had changed my mind.

I knew that taking this leap of faith would plunge me into the unknown, into a realm of uncertainty and possibility. But I also knew that it was necessary to forge the path we wanted.

With a deep breath, I summoned all of my courage. I activated my QS-Band, a glimmer of determination in my eyes. In that fleeting moment, I set the coordinates—a specific time and location that held significance for me.

As I stepped forward, the vortex surged around me, a tempest of swirling energy. The sheer force of the storm threatened to engulf me, yet I had to remain steadfast. I could feel the pull of the unknown, the tingle of anticipation coursing through my veins.

I had jumped quite a while back into time, and to make a jump that big I needed a large source of energy, the one that could be found within the eye of the storm.

With one decisive leap, I propelled myself into the heart of the vortex. The world around me blurred and twisted, the very fabric of reality bending and warping. It was as if I was being carried on a current of time and space, hurtling through the multiverse towards my chosen destination.

Within the eye of the storm, I felt a strange sense of calm. Despite the chaos that surrounded me, as I soared through the depths of the vortex, glimpses of different realities flashed before my eyes. I saw fragments of my past, present, and possible futures intertwining in a kaleidoscope of images. Each fleeting moment held a story, a glimpse into the infinite possibilities that existed within the multiverse.

And then, in a flash of brilliance, the vortex released its hold on Me. The teleportation device activated, whisking me out of it, and to my intended destination.

326 Years Ago

With a sense of exhilaration and curiosity, I landed on solid ground. It was a cliffside. I was immediately captivated by the awe-inspiring sight that stood before me. Stretching out in front of me was an advanced technological site, a sprawling complex that seemed to extend endlessly into the horizon. The towering structures, each reaching a staggering thousand floors, pierced the sky with their sleek and futuristic design.

With its sophisticated architecture, domed structures, and intricate network of silos and reactors. It emanated an aura of power and innovation, a testament to the progress of civilization in this particular reality.

On the edge of the cliff, my eyes fell upon another figure standing there, their gaze focused intently on the quiet facility below. As I approached, he realized that this person seemed deeply lost in contemplation.

I drew closer, he could see the glimmer of reflection in the person’s eyes, mirroring the gleaming structures that dotted the landscape. It was easy to identify who this individual is.

Without a word, I stood beside the figure, both gazing out at the expansive complex below. There was a shared understanding in the air—an unspoken recognition that we are both here for a reason.

As we stood side by side, a sense of curiosity and wonder filled the air.

In the silence, the wind whispered through their hair, carrying with it the hum of the complex machinery and the distant sounds of the activity below.

This was the home world of Aiden, and it was no question that the one beside me is the Aiden of the past. If not for Aiden's message I would have mistaken him for the current Aiden, since he hasn't aged a day. Especially considering the fact that I traveled over three hundred years back.

After a moment of silence, Aiden turned to face me as he spoke.

"I've been waiting Freddy"