Scribble 17: Recursive Chaos Theorem

Hello Wanderers!

First of all, happy new year fellow Wanderers! 'Tis been good year, yes? Hope I'll be improving mine stories an' scribbles, and y'all would keep coming back to read my future Scribbles ^_^ 

Our theme today is "Generic Super Hero", an overused theme about how someone with unusual power saved the day. Or at least trying to. A clumsy hero that failed to cast basic spell yet could save an entire city is cute too, no? But no, we wont explore that sacred territory of clumsiness and cuteness just yet.

The Scribble may now begin.

Scribble 17: Recursive Chaos Theorem

She died in front of me, blood splattering from her cleanly sliced neck.

A few seconds ago I saw her die and yet a few seconds later I saw her standing in front of me with inquisitive eyes.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" god, I must have been staring at her or quite a long time for her to notice.

"No, I'm sorry." I stepped back. I stepped back, knowing in the next few moments she would die right in front of me.

I'm done with this. I'm done with seeing people die, knowing I could do something, and yet doing nothing. I won't let this one be the same. I stepped forward.

"Excuse me."

"Yes?" again she turned her face to me.

"Follow my instruction if you don't want to die." she stared right into my eyes.

"Are you threatening me?" I pulled out a screwdriver from my bag and pointed it at her throat.

"Yes, yes I am. Now shut up and duck down."

"Why should I..." there's no time, I stroke her leg, and she fell down to the train floor. Right as the minute hand of the clock turned, the train crashed, and a steel beam slid right where her neck should be.

Her eyes opened wide as the rest of the passenger got mercilessly slaughtered around us.

"How..."

"It's not over yet, we have to move."

The woman sat there on the train floor, dumbfounded and undoubtedly assaulted by extreme guilt of being the sole survivor, but we don't have time for this.

"Stand up and get out, it's not over yet!" I clicked my tongue and forcibly dragged the woman out of the train, escaping the train station right before the blast knocked us to the ground.

A helicopter, squad in black, "Red Landmark".

And she was the target.

"Listen, hey!"

The woman was still unresponsive. Again I pointed my screwdriver at her throat. "Listen to me or both of us will die!" her eyes widened.

Her logical circuit must still pretty shocked as she turned her attention to me.

"In exactly 30 seconds, a squad of "Red Landmark" would descend here."

"Red... Landmark?"

"Tch, run!" I dragged her through the sparsely crowded road.

"Does that name ring a bell in your mind?"

"*pant* yes, but nggh *pant* it's classified."

"Can you, oh seriously." she fell down, panting. I'm not exactly strong enough to carry her all the way, but leaving her here to die would not only nullify my effort but also putting the civilians at risk.

"Listen, I can't exactly carry you all the way across the city. No hard feeling, okay."

"*pant* fine, I'm supposed to be dead in that train anyway." she smiled "Thank you."

I'm going to regret this.

There's only so much someone could see in the future without breaking their neurons, my brain was already overheating just to read the tag on the helicopter. And that's only looking at one timeline. Right now I'm trying to breach even further, finding perfect solution from the entire 24 million possible future per second.

My nose bled, but it's already a miracle my brain didn't spontaneously blow up.

"Your nose..."

"Shut up. It's better than the alternatives. Can you move?"

"I could walk, but not run. You're bleeding!"

"That's not important! Now move!"

"What do you mean not important?!"

"Fine, there's a hospital that way, now move!" my vision flickered between the present and the future, predicting every single path anything larger than a fly might trace.

30 seconds later, the black chopper arrived. Five men in black tactical armor descended to the crowds, wielding MP5 submachinegun, but their target is nowhere to be seen.

We slipped through the buildings, my nose bleed profusely while I overworked my mind to provide the optimal escape route. But that was the least of my problem.

My greatest problem is that the more I collapsed timelines where either of us die, the closer I am to a timeline where I never exist. To put it in a layman's term, my very existence is fading everytime I changed the future. I'll fade out of existence faster than dying from brain hemorrhage.

"Guh!" I collapsed in the alleyway. Not good, we are only three minutes ahead of them, even in best scenario.

"Are you okay?" the woman rushed to my collapsed body.

"No, I'm not." in all remaining possible future, I would die in less than two minutes. "More importantly, they're right behind us, you should..."

"What do you mean more importantly? You're losing so much blood!" that's true, even the blood vessels in my eyes and ears are bursting out. But we can't stop here.

"Just shut up and..."

"No, you shut up. This isn't anywhere near the hospital, did you really think I won't notice that? You are obviously not thinking enough of yourself." the woman pulled out a handgun. "Or maybe you underestimated me?"

"SIG SP 2009, nice taste you got there." I stared at her gun "Yeah, getting shot would probably be better than having my head explode."

"How many."

"What?"

"The enemy, how many of them are there?"

"Five, armed with MP5. ETA 2 minutes."

"I'll handle them, I'm their target after all. You go to the hospital."

"Yeah, not gonna happen. I'm practically counting down to my death right now, even if I could move I won't be able to reach the hospital."

"Ah-" she cursed "tch, I'm so useless, even though you saved me, why can't I save you even once!" without even aiming, she accurately shot the first Red Landmark member.

"Ugh, well, you just saved me from that Red Landmark member so..."

"You know really well that that's not what I meant. Don't talk. It'll end soon."

"Indeed it will." I closed my eyes, drenched in blood.

I smiled. I didn't even get to know her name.

But I'm glad I saved her.

The Scribble would've ended here.

And so is the end of our nameless hero. Or is it? Most probably yes. Does it intrigue you? How do you wish the story would end instead? Does it even have the twist I promised in the beginning?

Do not hesitate to tell me.

Is it really the end of the nameless hero? There's really only one way to know, isn't there?