/Author's Note

This is chapter 1 part 1. I had originally planned to post the whole chapter at once, but I decided that since I have a class I would post the first half before and the second after. Anyway, this chapter is pretty tragic, but don't expect there to be too much of that in this story.

Enjoy The Chapter!

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The klaxon blared ringing in Scott’s ears and the lights dimmed.

Instantly Scott’s heart filled with dread.

He knew what that sound meant, he had designed the accelerator after all.

Thousands of miles away on the other side of the continent of Australia subatomic particles were accelerating around the smaller injection accelerator preparing to be sent through the main collider.

Scott knew there was no way out.

Thick radiation shields had been lowered at the same time the first alarm sounded.

These were designed to provide maximum safety to the people operating the experiment.

Safety. Ha. Those great tools of “safety” that he had designed himself had trapped him in here.

Obviously Scott wasn’t an idiot and had designed a safety measure that was supposed to prevent the accelerator from activating when there was any extraneous material inside the collider.

However, something seems to have gone wrong and it had started up anyway.

Scott knew he was going to die.

This project was the culmination of his life’s work and it ended up that he had dug his own grave.

Literally. Scott decided that if he was going to die anyway, he wanted to stay out of the way of the colliding particles so that the space-time fluctuation, that he had spent his whole life to create, would actually occur.

Scott laid down underneath the impact site. “At least I’ll be the first person to die by space-time anomaly. Haha.

There were four minutes left till the particles would enter the main accelerator, travel at near the speed of light, and proceed to collide.

As the minutes ticked by Scott began to feel many emotions he hadn’t had in a long time.

It was as if a bottle came uncorked.

First, he felt pride and accomplishment for all the things he had done in his life, but then his mind drifted to all the things he had not done.

He had never reached out to others.

His entire life he had been alone, and now he would die alone.

He had pushed away anyone who ever reached out to him.

Never accepting any offers of friendship or love.

He even pushed away the one person who cared about him more than anyone.

After discovering his power and learning that he was not crazy, he had blamed his mother for the hardships in his life and drew away from her.

Thinking about it now he finally realized that everything she had done had been for his sake.

He regretted more than anything that he had not loved or cared about anyone other than himself.

It was that moment that he realized that even his life’s work was nothing more than a self-satisfying ego trip.

He did it because he could.

He bent an entire country to his will for no greater reason than to prove he could.

As Scott fell into despair the klaxon stopped sounding, there were mere seconds before the collision.

In his last moments Scott had one thought, “If I could do it all again, I would remember to live and to help others to live.”

Then for a split second Scott felt a great force and the world cut to black.