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makingthisupasigo2018-04-14 11:02 pm
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And the stars look very different today...
It was a way out. But it wasn't home.
Truthfully, after Norfinbury, anything would be better than that place, but the cold truth was--there was no way to find his own universe out of the endless multiverse, even if Norfinbury's busted technology had worked properly. He was stuck, here, with a megalomaniac Flynn--granted, a Flynn that managed to open up a portal out of there. Maybe that's what it took to get out of Norfinbury.
Or, Peter thought sometimes on bad days, Norfinbury only released you once you became the twisted version of yourself it wanted you to be. A specially-designed virus inflicted on countless worlds.
Besides, he ought to know something about that.
He didn't stay long on earth, he couldn't. Maybe it had something to do with the mystery of how they were revived in Norfinbury, their bodies recreated or cloned or healed, or maybe it was something that was gonna happen to him anyway, but he could feel the Light burning inside him, inside his head almost as soon as he landed. A desperate need to take to the stars. He'd managed to create a ship and took off.
Time passes, and scientists notice something odd about several exoplanets they're monitoring, especially ones marked as 'earth-like' or other planets in zones that could make them potentially habitable. Bright bursts of light and changes in the composition of the atmosphere or surface, it was inexplicable. Possible evidence of intelligent life? If they didn't know any better, especially with the rocky planets that now somehow boasted extreme changes, it was like something was terraforming them.
There was cause for alarm when Mars suddenly turned blue and green a few months later.
Meanwhile, a small blue-and-orange ship that looked suspiciously like a slightly more organic-looking Milano was racing towards the earth.
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He fires again and again.
"Well, yeah, but clearly no confidence in me flying! Jeez!"
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He's typing away on a gadget on his wrist, opening doors, navigating them back to the hangar.
"Don't fire too much in a row, it needs to recharge!"
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He glances down at the gun and shakes it as he's been firing it quite a bit, and looks nervously up at the approaching tendril.
"Then you better pick up the speed, cause that thing isn't letting up!"
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He's closing the doors behind them; not that it's going to stop the tendril but it might slow it down just a little.
"Where did you park?"
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"It's not far! It's near one of the side doors, just down that way." He nods towards a corridor that leads to one of the openings. "Didn't want to be too far away."
There's a pause before he starts running again. "You don't have the authority to revoke anything!"
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"You know, you're really not... helping your... case! Arguing just makes me... wonder about your... driving maturity!"
But this is clearly more important.
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"My driving maturity!?"
He leads on towards the side door, slowing down slightly to let Ezekiel catch up. He's not sure what that light did to him, but it probably wore him out, the way he's sounding.
"Do you want me to save you or not? Because we could wait around for a better UFO driver to come along?"
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His voice trails off with a yelp when another tendril, instead of breaking through the door, shoots up from the ground right next to him. Ezekiel looks up, startled, his steps slowing to a stop. He can feel the sizzling energy so close by, so familiar and why is he running again? He can't run from this. He shouldn't run from this. It's wrong and selfish, the light needs him and those planets need him and it feels very empty in his head without the constant hum and connectedness and maybe he should just...
No, nonono, he can't, he can't, he can't.
"Stone!!"
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He pauses when he hears the yelp, whirling around and seeing a flash of light suddenly erupt from the ground, shooting up next to Ezekiel. He's just frozen there, what is he--what is he waiting for!?
"JONES!"
Jake fires rapidly at the tendril, his heart pounding in his chest. "Don't you dare touch him!"
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He stands, transfixed for another long second before he slowly puts down his hands, trying to keep them from shaking too much. "I really don't like these things."
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"I hate 'em too. We gotta get out of here, man, put you where those things can't get you." He nods over to the parked UFO close by. "Get in there and maybe it can't get to you!"
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"... I-I can't. What if they attack it?"
Ezekiel could maybe, probably survive a crash but... could Stone? What if the tendril went after him the next time?
"You gotta get out of here. I can distract them for you!"
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...could they? He actually didn't know. But they had so little options right now, other than the ray gun that needed to recharge every so often. And they couldn't keep this up forever.
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I'm not leaving you!
He came. He's here, to get him out. Ezekiel's feet slowly start moving again, breaking through the paralysis.
"O-okay. ... Remember to swerve."
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"Go! Go, I'll cover you!"
There's a crackle as another tendril reforms from the ground, but Jacob fires wildly at it, disintegrating it before it can get much higher.
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He fires up the engines, running on autopilot now. They need to get out. They need to make things right again.
"Stone! Get in here!"
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"I'm in! I'm in, the tendril's back! Go!"
There's a flash of white light as a tendril tries to attack the back of the UFO--
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His voice is frantic, a little high-pitched, the panic breaking through again because there's no way they can make it out of here in time. The tendril moves in to strike--
In a sudden, desperate move Ezekiel grabs Stone to shield him. He doesn't know if it will do anything but he has to at least try – maybe if they both get hit by the tendril at the same time it will link his immortality to Jacob, give him some of his energy, help him survive, something, anything, please.
-- and then the tendril vanishes just inches before it can smash into the UFO. Everything around them goes dark.
Ezekiel blinks, slowly raising his head.
"W-what...?"
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--and then it's gone, the tendril's gone.
Everything's dark and all Jacob can do is remain frozen, afraid the tendril's just going to rip right through the floor all over again.
"...what just happened?"
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"It's... they're gone. They're all gone."
He doesn't understand. Did Peter stop? But why would he? What reason could he possibly have?
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"...Flynn. It was Flynn."
It had to be. He doesn't want to celebrate, not just yet, but there's a ghost of a smile on his face.
"He stopped him!"
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That... is better than Peter than the light, Ezekiel has often wished for his cell back, but he can't help crossing his arms and sticking his hands protectively under his shoulders.
"Flynn's here, too? Do you think he... killed him?"
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A pause, and he looks at Jones, his eyes wild.
"I forgot to tell you--he's back! Our Flynn's back! Our Flynn! I found him in his mind--long story--but anyway, he's back and--and he wouldn't have killed Peter. Maybe imprison him somehow, I don't know." A pause. "It's possible he might have reached him too."
He's still half expecting an attack, but the lack of one as the seconds pass gives him more confidence.
"We gotta go check on him. You up for it?"
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He almost doesn't dare to say it. It's too good to be true, too wonderful to be true. Flynn's alive? The real Flynn? Their Flynn?
"... Yeah! Yeah, I'm up for it, of course I'm up for it!"
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He reaches through their connection again, but it was weird the last few minutes, like Flynn had disappeared completely--there was nothing but a blinding hot white light where the connection had been--and he'd been so focused on Jones he hadn't noticed at all. But now it...seemed like Flynn was back?
Flynn? Can you hear me? Where are you, did you stop Peter? I have Ezekiel!
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