Chronicles Of Deep Space

Training from hell

The boy was gradually adjusting to his new field of view, after taking a deep breath and calming himself he slowly rose to his feet.

  It felt like he was on a boat, he could feel himself tilting to one side but never truly tipping over, the ground was obviously solid but felt like he was standing on pillows

 “You’re adjusting quite well” The man nodded and rose to his feet and took a step forward walking towards the level ground and was now standing upright like he was.

 ‘This is quite disorienting’ He thought as he had some what overcome his initial fear of the man or at least he had hoped so.

 He looked up the sky seemed to extend forever, with no clouds, no sun, just endless white, the place was brightly lit so he couldn’t help but wonder where the light was coming from

 “what is this place?” Zed had momentarily closed his eyes trying his best to steady himself , the memories of had rampage had left him with a lot of lingering pain.

 The man with the trench coat chuckled flicking his blunt into a random direction as it seemed to just travel forever, the boy could feel that something was definitely wrong with this place but there was nothing he could do.

“This is a personal space created by my ability” The man straightened himself out and started to do some light stretching, it felt like he was just meant to accept this ss natural.

 This had puzzled Zed quite a bit, from what he and the general public knew most abilities weren’t strong enough to do this.

  Then he thought back to what he had done to the research facility and shook his head, there Would be a need to update his understanding of abilities.

 The man seemed to wait for his internal monologue to end before stretching his hand out into the empty space as it seemed to be sinking deeply into a tear in the space

“Once upon a time” his face showed a mild amount of strain like his hand got stuck on something “you know what? I won’t tell you that story yet”

 He slowly started to draw out a long black rod and Zed could his arm start to tremble, and his breathing was gradually growing unsteady but he continuously try to calm himself, the image of the horrifying clown had started to overlap in his eyes.

“Now, now don’t be scared, I haven’t even started yet” The man tapped the scythe on the floor and started to draw a line creating a teat in the space “To think someone as timid as you could be that frightening, the mind is so amazing”.

 Zed felt somewhat offended by that, he wasn’t a timid person, well he wasn’t that timid but the whole experience had left quite a bitter taste in his mouth.

  He reached his hand into the tear and pulled something out of it “Is that me?”

 He has drawn out a copy of him but, this one had black hair with white patches and nails and cracks all over it’s face.

 This would be the version of him from when he destroyed the facility likely when he had engaged with this strange man in front of him.

“I’m sure you can guess what’s about to happen” Zed didn’t even have time to speak when he felt a burning pain in his chest.

 The boy looked down to find a gaping hole in his chest cavity, the edges burned black and smoke coming out of it as his mind struggled to process.

 He slowly looked up and saw the man with the scythe slung over his shoulder with his hand on his chin as he stroked his fairly unkempt goatee.

 “I suppose we should improve your reflexes first”.

  The boys vision slowly faded as he lost the connection with almost all his senses while he fell to the ground, the last words he would hear would be that man’s words.

 He jolted awake staring at the blank white sky, sitting up he hurriedly started to examine his body for damage only to see he was completely unharmed.

“You just lost a life kid, care to try again?” The man had his clone acting as his chair while he held a small game console in his hands. “We need to dull your senses a bit”

“Wait what’s —” The boy tilted his head to the side as a black beam singed the sides of his face, he could see a small black sphere floating around the man that had started to multiply. “What the fuck is this?”

 His body was torn apart by the black beams before he could get our another sentence and his eyes opened once again to the same white space.

 He was now even more puzzled, was he actually here physically or was this some sort of illusion, no he was drawn in by the cards so that wouldn’t make sense for it to be an illusion but then what was happening?

    The white haired boy’s mind was still attempting to make sense of the situation, was it impossible to die in this space or was everything decided by the owners will.

 Having died a second time, he had started to compartmentalize his thought, shoving the prospective thought of him just dying to the back of his mind

  The boy turned his head to the side with the man squatting beside him, “Get ready kid, this is going to be some very rigorous training”

 The boy took a deep breath as he felt all his muscles loosen in defeat, this was obviously the version of him from during his rampage.

“I finally got powers huh?”. He laughed to himself at how funny it was that this was how he had achieved his goals.

“You have my congrats kid” he snapped his fingers and a black tear appeared as the alternate version of him floated out generating small black spheres as he moved.

This version of his had half of his hair white, and only half of it’s face possessing cracks, Zed felt like he could understand where this was going.

“Hahaha, oh great goddess”