46 Temporal Rifts (2/2)

”This is a temporal disruptor, courtesy of your truly. It can disrupt the flow of time, causing distortion in time and space. It can also do the reverse, focusing the scattered temporal energy to a single point in space.”

”Wouldn't that create a temporal rift?”

One of the scientists asks.

I am also curious. If temporary rift are so dangerous, why create one in the first place.

”Precisely. That is what we are intend to do, creating a temporal rift that is. A wild one is dangerous, but a tamed one will be our bitch. Who is with me?”

A huge amount of uproars occur. Some scientists call for Hammond to be hanged. Others like the idea, wishing to see what a temporal rift can do. Most are in it for the fun of it.

”Shut up!”

I shouts, but no one heard me. The noise died down when half of the room turns to ashes with a snap of my finger.

Seeing their colleagues get instantly dusted shut up their mouth. I return everyone to normal after a couple of seconds of silence. Those who get snapped and blip back into existence sweats profusely. It is incredible painful even if it only lasted a fraction of a second.

”There is more to this, isn't it Mr. Washer?”

I question.

”Yes, of course, Lord Maxwell. I have a theory that these temporal rifts are not really connected to our own time and space, but to another time and space. Perhaps to an alternate universe with a different law of physics and the like. If we somehow stable a rift, wouldn't that give us a gateway into another world?”

Now that is something I want to see. Unstable temporal rifts will destroy the world if left alone, but a stable rift might set the world free.

We can spread humanity not only across the universe, but across time and space itself.

I always look for another mean to ensure the survival of humanity.

”Alright. I vote for creating a rift. If he fucks up, we will be back here again.”

My vote is the only one that matters. In the end, the temporal disruptor is built and assemble at the apartment.

The sensation I feel when I am there is temporal energies ravaging my body.

I learn to absorb a little of the energy, giving me greater control of my power. However, absorbing too much overloads me, causing me to swell up and threatening to explode.

Luckily I manage not too. At least I figure out my limit.

I wonder where this temporal energies come from. If it was from in my anger, it shouldn't be this much or could it? No, I didn't think I was that powerful.

Once the temporal disruptor goes online, all the temporal energies got suck into a single point.

I feel like I was being drained as well. This machine might be my weakness. I will have to lock down its knowledge to prevent it being used against me.

Tear in space and time begins to form within seconds, expanding to create a temporal rift.

It ripples repeatedly, but otherwise stabilizing. It didn't attempt to spread out and consume everything it touches.

Everyone gasps at the newly formed rift. They are not looking at the rift itself, but what lies beyond it – a world in ruin.

”Detecting massive amount of radiation, Mr. Maxwell.”

Someone calls out when I stand in front of the rift. It is big enough for a car to pass through.

I cock around to see the person before my arm got vaporized by an energy blast that comes from the other side of the temporal rift. I am too stunned to even feel the pain.

The wound is also cauterized immediately.

Gripping my painful stump, I back away from the rift immediately before what appear to be a homeless person jumps through and enter our world. He is tackled onto the floor immediately.

”Run! Run! The Nazi bastard is coming!”

The homeless person screams. He is being chase by a man in heavy armour, armed with a submachine gun. It is unlike any submachine gun anyone have ever seen.

Before the gunman could utter a word, his armour and squish body within is riddle with holes by lasers and bullets from all Hydra personnel.

”I guess we will have another meeting now. Shut this damn thing down!”

I order as my arm return to normal.