Torrent Linx OC intro

Time held no love for the boy. So much to do, so much was done, and so much was happening. The world had the audacity to try and move on without him. Split between worlds, between times, and between minds; He struggled just to keep up. By now he had developed a system, to figure out where he was, and what needed to be done.

Closing his eyes, the black haired boy took a deep breath, scanning through his memories and trying to see at what point he was in. Time was ruthless, while it moved on without him, time and again he was trapped within the past. Memories surging into reality, and trying to lock him in a long forgotten world. Pulling himself from his repeating memories, he tried to gauge just where in these collided worlds he was.

He could hear shouts and screams; A dispute maybe? No... there were too many voices, pitched with desperate desire. A battle, or a fight? The screams grew until they were silenced under clashes of metal, and the stamp of armoured feet. He was in a war, no not a war. It was coming back to him. He was in a rebellion, supposed to be locked up in some war room while everyone else died around him.

He had hurried after someone, someone important. Important how though? Stature? Prestige? Necessity? Or was there no reason? His journey was blurred in his mind, to fresh for him to remember. Too soon to finish processing. He slid his hand against the wall, letting it feel the smooth stone. It was cracked and withered as if not taken care of in years, and yet it held a sense of regality. Banners and ornaments draped the walls, teasing out the secret of his location.

He must have wandered into the palace. Something important was supposed to happen here. Something so dire and grand that he just had to be there. Were they finding something to end this rebellion? Which side were they on? Was it an artifact? A person? An ideology? Hopefully the winding staircase in front of him would reveal the answer.

He narrowed his emerald green eyes, staring at the torn regal robes that scraped alongside his feet. He was wearing something of import, was he of equal import? Or had he just taken it out of necessity? His gaze shifted to the cracked stun beneath him, and his blank expression turned to that of frustration. His moments of clarity were over.

Old forgotten stone had begun to mix seamlessly with fresh, daily cleaned tiles, white as a doctors lab coat. The sounds of battle began to mix with the ticking of keyboards, and the constant whir of conveyor belts. Things were getting important in the company. The latest drug had shown signs of lessening the tumorous effects of cancer. If they could safely boost the strength of the medication, then they just may have found the first step to curing one of humanities most dreaded diseases.

Torrent paused on the staircase, and the tiles. He stared at his hands. One made of smooth, unscarred flesh, and the other designed out of lines of data. The two worlds he inhabited were mixing again, and he had jobs to do on both. One as a human, and the other as a machine. He continued up the staircase which had shifted in design. Turning black, and warping into a horizontal tube rather than a vertical staircase. Eventually he found himself in front of a glass door with iron borders.

After passing through he stopped to look back at the door. What had seemed like the door at the end of a tunnel, had actually been the lens of a security camera. In front of him now were two fused sights. A room that was soo broken and destroyed that it must have been the battleground of giants. Stained glass and shattered stone lay strewn about the floor, vanishing behind the lab coats of the scientists that didn't belong to this world. They ran back and forth, diligently testing out various mixes and ingredients, filled to the brim with excitement of such a huge possible discovery. Among the cadavers used for testing were to that didn't quite fit into the stark laboratory the room had transitioned to.

One of the bodies wore a strangely ornate cloak. A mix of violet and black, accentuated with gold and emerald. Crimson stained it in various places, and spilled out to a blur of the floor. He didn't have to see it clearly to know what it was. It was the head of this man, a man he couldn't remember. This collision of worlds that shouldn't exist is as crystal clear as night and day, but there was only one thing he couldn't see in either world. A person's face. He lacked the processing power to remember a face anymore. Anyone he saw or had seen was just a blur for him. Which made it harder to make out the other body across the room.

Except that wasn't a cadaver. The blur was moving, struggling. Whatever or whoever it was barely had the strength left to move. Had the two fought here? What was the reason? Did the winner get what they wanted? Was there even a winner?

He took a few steps towards the blur, walking through the various scientists that couldn't see him like he saw them. His musing was interrupted though. The worlds began to shift and shake; the stone started to shudder, and roar. Lights fell from the ceiling only to break into slabs of crushed stone. The palace was falling apart. Pieces were crashing all around him, narrowly missing him as if it never meant to hit him. Like he wasn't acknowledged by this world. large portions were falling towards the blur across the room.

It made his heart beat faster, his brow furrow, and a strange anxiety formed in his chest. Suddenly the boy was terrified. Terrified for a blur he couldn't even recognize, terrified for a being of unknown value. Who was this that if felt so important to him? What was this unexplainable worth the boy subconsciously placed in the blur. He didn't know who it was, or what they were here for; the only thing he knew, was that he needed them.

He ran forward, worlds blurring around him to match this stranger he cared so much for. No matter how far he ran the world stretched around him, like he was stuck on some never ending treadmill. Desire and exertion didn't matter to the world, it didn't matter to time. Neither planned on letting him make it to the blur. Then the ceiling hit the floor, drowning out whatever last words the blur had said, and crushing the young boys mind.