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The name is Agent Clark. Secret Agent Clark. And I've been dispatched to this unassuming rural town with a singular mission: to secure Unit M63. My task is to conduct surveillance over the designated landing zone. And monitor any pedestrians who might unwittingly witness the operation. Unfortunately for you, that includes you and your little girlfriend.
"What... what is M63?" Evan stammers, confusion washing over his features like a tidal wave.
"M63 is right before your eyes: Project Mazikiel," Clark replies, his tone dripping with a mix of pride and menace, a chilling satisfaction dancing in his gaze. "This project has been in the works for nearly eighty years. After decades of meticulous planning, cutting-edge technology, a sprinkle of good fortune, and help from an external source, we finally stand on the brink of a monumental breakthrough." His smile is sharp, revealing too much of himself.
"Who are 'we'? The government?" Evan presses, the tremor in his voice betraying the sense of impending doom curling in his gut.
Clark chuckles darkly, the sound reverberating like distant thunder. "Oh, sweet, ignorant Evan. You're in the middle of something much deeper than that. We are the Silent Society, the shadow government, the Illuminati, whatever you choose to call us these days. We are the unseen puppeteers, manipulating the strings of your elected officials from behind the veil."
Evan falls silent, stunned into disbelief, heart racing as the world around him shifts into something surreal.
"This specimen isn't just any ordinary comet. As you may have gathered by now, it predates the very existence of the universe itself. It existed before God spoke the light into being."
"You sound fucking retarded! Are you seriously claiming there were comets before the fucking universe even existed?" Kyra's voice rises, her fiery unyielding against the tempest of Clark's calm facade.
"No, you ignorant bitch! But you know what? I'm actually pleased that I get to eliminate you both; it gives me the chance to express how much I detest you. With that attitude of yours, always on the defensive. I can't tell if it's your Latina pride or just you being a cunt."
"Fuck you! You've been nothing but creepy, spying on me!" she retorts.
"Perhaps you could have been a touch nicer. I even brought you cookies," Clark sneers, a twisted grin spreading across his face, relishing the discord he's creating.
"I didn't eat them! I tossed them right in the fucking trash, asshole!" she yells back, her voice shaking with indignation.
"Good! You didn't need any more empty calories. I should have brought you a salad instead," he quips, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips, as if mockery were his native tongue.
"FUCK YOU!" she screams, fury electrifying the air.
"You remind me of my ex-wife. I had to eliminate her for the same reason I'm going to eliminate you. Not listening to a word I said."
"IF YOU LAY A FINGER ON HER, I SWEAR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Evan roars, desperation fueling a primal fury that burns hot within.
Clark laughs, the sound dark and chilling, a harbinger of doom. "You're not in a position to threaten me, Mr. Pettway. Your empty threats amuse me."
"I swear I'll-"
The shrill ring of Clark's phone cuts through the tension like a knife. He answers, his voice clipped, each word a taut wire ready to snap. "Where the hell are you? ... Understood. Once you're done with that, I need you here ASAP. Yes, they're both secured. No, it's too late for that. They both know too much, and both need to be eliminated. A house fire will serve as the perfect cover."
A shiver runs down Evan's spine, a visceral reaction to the reality of their situation. Kyra's anguished cry cuts through the thick air.
Hanging up, Clark fixes his gaze back on them, a predatory gleam in his eyes that glint with a horrific satisfaction. "Now, where were we?"
"Please don't kill us! I'm sorry! I promise we won't tell!" Kyra pleads desperately, her voice cracking with fear.
"Ha! Do you think I'd believe a single word that escapes your lips? After you threw away my cookies? No wonder the GPS said you were in the landfill! You inadvertently discarded the gastrointestinal tracker. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THOSE COST, BITCH?!"
"FUCK YOU!" Kyra cries out again, her spirit unyielding despite the terror closing in around her.
"It seems we aren't the only ones whose attention was caught by M63. A few other country bumpkins are making their way toward here, but my crew is taking care of them. Once that's done, we will finally deal with this little problem. Now, where was I? Ah yes... As I mentioned, this thing is older than the universe itself."
"How is that even possible?" Evan asks, his voice trembling.
"Everything is not as it seems, Mr. Pettway. Just as solid ice melts into liquid and heated water transforms into gas, M63 exists in various forms. It hails from Dimension 63, traversing through the universe-the universe you see - and the one you cannot. Shifting its essence depending on the dimension it inhabits. Switching dimensions every 77 million years." Clark's eyes gleam with a manic intensity, reveling in the control he believes he wields.
"So it just so happened to land in my girlfriend's backyard?" Evan's voice quivers, disbelief evident in every syllable.
"Not quite, Mr. Pettway. It was deliberately led here, with a little assistance, of course."
"Assistance? From who? Other countries?" His brow furrows.
Agent Clark lets out a low, mocking laugh, savoring Evan's confusion. "Ah, simple-minded Evan, how quaint. No, we're talking about a different civilization, a different species. Entities from a dimension entirely separate from ours."
"So... aliens?" Evan's face pales.
"Oh yes, Mr. Pettway. As mentioned, Project Mazikiel has been in effect for almost eighty years. M63 switches dimensions every 77 million years, making it impossible to predict when it would arrive. But with some help, the trajectory was pinpointed and relocated."
"By aliens?" Evan presses, grappling with the sheer absurdity of the words tumbling from Clark's mouth.
"Precisely. But let's be more specific: interspatial bodies. You see, we aren't the only ones aware of M63's existence. Oh no, we wouldn't even know about it if not for an external source. An entity just as keen on M63's capabilities as we are."
"So, interdimensional beings contacted you to inform you when M63 was going to hit Earth?"
"Not exactly. M63 was in Dimension 385, just one week away from its next dimensional swap. Before it could shift, our 'friends' intercepted it and portaled it to our dimension. However, due to the immense power required for such a feat, it could only be transported to our solar system, not specifically to Earth, but close enough for us to redirect it using our technology. We couldn't choose the exact landing spot; we could only ensure it would strike Earth at random. And that random location happened to be... here."
Evan pauses, dread creeping into his expression, inching closer to despair. "If it was random, how did you know it was going to hit here?"
"Well, perhaps 'random' isn't the best word. The amount of energy involved in the transfer was staggering, dangerous, even. While we couldn't control the impact point, once we altered its trajectory, we could track its path. We just couldn't dictate where it would ultimately land. The amount of power it took, it was massive, extraordinarily massive, so much so that the sheer force changing its trajectory shifted tectonic plates in Florida."
Evan's eyes widen in horror, pure shock washing over his features like a wave crashing against a shore. "You... you caused that?"
"Now, now, don't make me the villain here," Clark smirks nonchalantly, that twisted glee dancing just beneath his skin. "The whole team shares the blame."
"You son of a bitch! My brother, he's-"
"Wa wa, yes, yes, yes. A useless cripple. Hate me all you want; I genuinely don't care. What we stand to gain is worth the casualties,"
Evan's blood boils, rage surging within him as he struggles to articulate his thoughts. In a fit of frustration, he unleashes a blood-curdling scream.
"This doesn't make any sense! Why would the aliens give you the meteor instead of taking it for themselves?" Kyra interjects, her voice sharp and defiant.
Clark falls silent for a moment, then smirks. "Bitch says what?"
"What?" she snaps.
"Haha, gotcha!"
"FUCK YOU!" she retorts, fury igniting in her eyes.
"HA! You see, other dimensions are far more chaotic and complex than your smooth Latina brain can fathom. M63's non-physical essence cannot be contained by mere mortals. It's beyond us. Eighty years ago, these interdimensional 'friends' approached us with a proposition: they would transfer M63 to our physical dimension, thereby giving M63 a physical, more containable form. And in return, they'd give is information. "
"I don't believe a word you're saying. If this is so valuable that the entire universe wants it, you're telling me you'll trade it for knowledge?" Kyra challenges, skepticism etched across her features.
Clark revels in her doubt. "Cunt says what?"
"ANSWER ME!" she demands, her voice rising.
"Haha, you're no fun. I don't care if you believe me. The truth is, we lack the means to extract its energy. We're barely managing to keep it from destabilizing our gravitational balance. M63's capture is imperative, we can only capture and contain it, not extract its essence. Yet our allies find it equally challenging to contain it, but once contained can harness its essence. Their dimension's mechanics are alien to us. they dimension is much more chaotic than ours."
"Still don't believe you. Why wouldn't they just transfer it to a physical dimension and capture it themselves, then bring it back?" Kyra presses, her skepticism unwavering
"Still don't give a shit if you believe me. But it's funny, we actually asked them the same question. You see, It's not that simple. Interdimensional travel, no matter how advanced you are, takes time. Inanimate objects? Instant transport. Living beings? That requires caution. Weeks, even months. If you're not sufficiently advanced, it could take years. They had only one week before M63 would swap dimensions and less than two days to reach our realm and attempt to capture it before it passed Earth. They plainly told us that even if they succeeded, we would most likely catch wind of their operation. And humans despise being outmaneuvered; instead of calmly seeking answers, we would create chaos, interfere, and complicate everything, driven by suspicion and greed. So, they decided it was better to let the cat out of the bag and involve us in the equation, thereby forming a deal that allowed both parties to benefit. We scratch each other's backs, ensuring that while they gain access to M63, we also get something valuable in return."
Evan clenches his fists, anger simmering just beneath the surface, flipping from disbelief to rage. "But what knowledge is worth all of this destruction?"
"Ah, that is none of your concern." Clark's mockery rings sharp. "You're about to die, haha!"
"WHEN will these interdimensional beings show up?" Kyra asks.
"God, your voice is grating. They are due-"
SLAM SLAM SLAM
The sound of car doors slamming cuts through the haze of tension, like thunder heralding an approaching storm.
"Ah, finally! They've arrived. Just in time. I was starting to get bored with you two."
Panic grips Evan's heart as he hears the voices draw close.
"Hey boss, these the two?" a gruff voice calls from the shadows.
"Yep, start with the girl. Activate the graviton jammer to avoid getting stuck in M63's void."
"PLEASE! NO! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" Kyra cries out. "I'll do anything! Can't you just erase my memory or something?!?"
"Haha, this isn't Men in Black, you dumb puta."
"Well, sir, we could take her back and use the Cognition Catalyst," another agent suggests.
"Nah, she's not worth it. Knock her out and place her somewhere in the house. It'll look like she tried to escape the fire but was trapped."
"DON'T YOU TOUCH HER!" Evan yells.
"Don't worry, you're next," Clark responds coldly.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Evan shouts, desperation clawing at his throat.
"Wow, he's a fiery one," one of the agents comments, approaching Kyra with a rag to muffle her cries.
Their muffled screams echo as fear envelops Evan like a shroud. Everything inside him screams to act.
Do something!
When one of the agents creeps up behind him, Evan jerks to the side instinctively, feeling immobilized.
Fuck! If I can't go left or right, maybe forward is my only way out!
He lunges towards M63, desperation fuelling his movements as he attempts to jump over it but fails. M63 pulls evan onto itself. And in that instant, the world shatters into brilliance.
A surge of energy bursts through him, igniting every nerve ending A cosmic rush that defies explanation. The very essence of existence converges within him, and suddenly, the fabric of reality warps around him, shimmering as if it were made of liquid light.
For a fleeting moment, Evan stands there, suspended in a breathtaking whirlpool of colors and energies, bewildered by the sensations engulfing him.
But soon, the braight colors dim. And a wave of darkness surrounds everything consuming what seems to be the universe itself like a black hole.
Fear locks his limbs as the chaos around him intensifies. Panic shrouds his thoughts, drowning out any sense of control.
He struggles against the tidal wave of uncertainty.
What is happening?
he wonders frantically.
Am I dying? Am I trapped here forever?
His subconscious kicks in, as primal instincts surge within him, honed by generations of evolution stopping the darkness right before it reaches him.
In a heartbeat, he recalls Clark's chilling words about interdimensional beings, and assigns that knowledge to a chaotic backdrop of endless possibilities.
I can't let them have this!
Panic shifts into a fierce resolve, and for the first time, he feels a flutter of controlled power bubbling within him, a hint at what he could become.
Focus.
He takes a shaky breath, reminding himself as he stands on the threshold of oblivion, surrounded by an infinite void. Chaos swirls, but beneath the tumult, he senses a sliver of clarity. A whisper that urges him to channel the energy coursing through his veins.
I don't want to be a weapon of destruction. I want to create.
As he stands surrounded by boundless darkness, Evan closes his eyes and embodies the essence of creation itself. Instead of succumbing to the void, he invites it in with open arms, feeling each shadow shift. He remembers moments of peace, of love, of inspiration-dreams yet to be fulfilled. With each thought, he solidifies his intent, realizing that he can mold this chaotic energy to his will.
The darkness becomes less oppressive, shifting into shapes and forms that resonate with his desires. Evan feels his thoughts manifest into glowing threads of possibility. The void responds, folding and weaving those threads together, each pulsating with potential as they connect, illuminating the darkness with vibrant colors.
A surge of energy bursts through him, igniting every nerve ending. A cosmic rush that defies explanation. The very essence of existence converges within him, and suddenly, the fabric of reality warps around him, shimmering as if it were made of liquid light.
For a fleeting moment, Evan stands there, suspended in a breathtaking whirlpool of colors and energies, bewildered by the sensations engulfing him.
I... I'm doing this? I can shape reality!
Evan opens his eyes, compelling himself to embrace this newfound ability.
Stars ignited into brilliance, one by one, like fragile dreams flickering to life within the expanse. Each spark of light carried with it the lore of ancient worlds, histories untold, and the echo of creation. Nebulae, once ghostly wisps of muted color, exploded into radiant clouds of gas and dust, swirling with hues of azure, amethyst, and gold-each pulse echoing the rhythm of life itself.
Galaxies spiraled back into existence with a graceful dance, their arms unfurling in a majestic embrace. They whirled gloriously, casting trails of luminous stardust that sparkled like diamonds scattered upon a velvet backdrop. These celestial whirlpools formed constellations that shimmered with stories of heroes and legends, memories etched across the tapestry of time.
This strength can change everything.
He could reshape his reality, forge a path of hope, and, most importantly, protect Kyra from the deadly fate awaiting her.
As he takes on the challenges before him, he feels the rhythm of the multiverse aligning with his heartbeat, creating a symphony of chaos and order dancing under his command. Now, the question isn't whether he can escape this fate, but how deeply he can influence and master his own reality as he takes the first step toward reclaiming his life.
He raised his arms to the cosmos, inviting the luminous spectacle to radiate in unison with his essence.
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Now, standing at the crossroads of destiny and creation, Evan declared himself not with words but with conviction, embracing the role of visionary as he ventured forth to rewrite not only his fate but that of the entire cosmos.
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