C R A S H !

I gasped loudly, stumbling through the shining blue portal behind me. I gasped, clutching my heart. Having your atoms taken apart and re-written was not fun.

I groaned, lifting up my left hand, said hand covered in a thick metal glove. I hated who I looked like, but it had to be done to focus my power.

I pulled on the hood of my hoodie, so it covered my red hair. I looked around where I was.. Concrete under my feet, several walls of brick around me. Nothing really screamed "destroyed" about this situation, but I couldn't be sure.

I slowly stumbled out of the alleyway, groaning. I just began to process the redish hue of the world around me. I analyzed the area around the exit to the alleyway, noticing small things. A single, white line on the street, a strangely sanitary-looking trash can sitting peacefully next to me..

And sounds of electric explosions in the distance.

I watched a man in a business suit walk by, holding a Newspaper. He dumped it in a trashcan, and I waited until he passed around the corner before I quickly snatched the Newspaper from the trash.

September 25, 2011.

Holy fucking shit.

"I did it..?"

"Holy shit, I actually did it!"

I laughed (only half-hysteric), grabbing my hair from underneath my hoodie. "I actually fucking did it! I traveled back in time! YEA-HEAH!"

A grin split across my face, and I let my hand fall from my hair. I had finally done it.

I had travelled back in time.

--

Cole MacGrath always had trouble with moral choices. With each one he makes, something bad happens. The only thing that makes them bad or good was who got hurt.

And that gave him no relief.

He zipped along a wire above the road, the wind feeling great running across his face, keeping his static thrusters on even as the lightning coursed under his feet, both of which kept him moving.

A person in a white hood caught his attention quicker than he would've normally noticed.

It wasn't the hood that bothered him, no, it was that the metal glove on his hand. It reminded him entirely too much of Kessler.

He leapt off the wire, soaring into the air by an arc of lightning, using his static thrusters to land on the closest building to the stranger.

Cole watched as the stranger laughed hysterically, tears of what seemed to be happiness trailing down his face.

"I did it! I actually fucking did it!" He yelled, clutching his choppy, red hair. He looked up into the air, before pausing as he noticed Cole.

Cole froze to, noticing something for the first time; This kid didn't have pupils or irises.

Just like Kessler.

The kid looked up at Cole, beforr cracking a smile.

"Just the guy I needed to see!"

--

The moment I saw Cole, I knew my luck was beginning to turn.

I thought I'd have to spend at least a couple hours tracking him down, but, as it turns out, he came to me.

Pure, unfiltered time poured out of my feet, rocketing me into the air. I caught the edge of the building Cole was on with my metal glove. I climbed onto the roof, landing next to Cole.

His eyes narrowed at me, and I remembered a side effect of time travel.

Losing everthing in your eyes but the whites.

Holy Hell, I must look like Kessler right now.

Electricity sparked inbetween his fingers, and I held my hands up. "Woah, woah, I don't want to fight."

His eyes narrowed further. "Then what do you want?"

I sighed, more white energy floating in between the cracks of my fingers, forming into a ball. It showed a broken, decimated wasteland.

"I came to help."