Witnesses truth

His mind was different now. He wasn’t sure how, but he could think clearly. Before, he had always altered the reality around him, changing it till it made since to him. Yet now, the opposite had occurred. Somehow the reality had affected him.

Hesitantly, he opened his eyes. Before him was a wall, shattered and broken. Beyond it he could see the observers. And upon seeing them, he understood. They were powerful. Powerful beyond measure. Looking upon them, he realized there was nothing he could ever do to them. He could barely even comprehend their existence. Their world was, simply put, far more than he could handle. It had infested his mind, altered it. Was it permanent?

He didn’t know.

At the moment he didn’t care. Because beyond them he saw something else. Something horrible. Beyond the observers, he saw the truth. It was a piece, or more accurately pieces, of information that together created outright terrible implications.

Beside him he heard screaming. He turned and saw the girl. Ah yes, she was still there. He had forgotten. She screamed as she looked upon the truth. She tried to fight it, tried to deny it, but it persisted. She struggled, and in the struggle she burned away to nothing.

Her arrogance, her sense of self-importance had been her undoing. She could never accept information of that nature, and so it had killed her. Yet the man was different. He knew that he was someone who would always try to help others. In fact, he cared little about himself. That made the truth easier to swallow. But certainly not easy.

He didn’t like what he saw. But he knew he had to accept it. But this information, and the logical conclusion it led to were almost too much for him. Yet after he while he could wrap his mind around the information.

He was not John Freeman

John Freeman was dead.

John Freeman had worked in his office. He had gotten married and had a son. He had aided his brother against the final boss, then killed the next boss to avenge his brother. He had scaled the tower and fought the Combines to save his son. And, on the top of the tower, he had died.

But was more important was what John Freeman had not done. Never, not once in his life, had John Freeman ever taken a hunter exam.

The man looked back behind him. The first three walls of the room were still intact. Damaged, but intact. It was merely the fourth wall that had been broken. He stepped up to a wall and pressed his hand against it. The wall showed him an image of himself, just before he leaped to do battle with the girl. He realized he was observing his own timeline. And then he looked back.

He saw himself fight the Engineer on the island. He watched as he rode his vehicle through the underground tunnel. He followed himself fighting the wizard onboard the ship. He saw himself on Whale Tail Island. And then the images stopped.

Were they broken?

No. There was simply nothing more to see. His timeline had begun when he had arrived on the island. Everything before that were simply memories. False memories from the looks of it. Near as he could tell, his existence had begun only a few weeks before he had clashed with the girl.

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Round 4, doctorgecko