Bad Feeling

[He was sick of it.

Yet he managed to swallow all of it down. 

He hated it. 

No matter how many times he had gone back to the past, trying to change the future, no one could alternate the fate that had already been decided. 

This was the fourth time. 

He was tired. 

He hated living in this world, but he couldn't die. 

There was so much he had to do. 

He would burn this world to ashes and build it new again. 

But it seemed… 

That dream was far away now. An unachievable goal.

All he knew now was pain. 

Pain. 

It hurt so much. 

His throat was raw from screaming. He never held back, toying with him until he was nothing but a lump of meat that hung from his wrist. 

Zenon toyed with him, trying to get him to talk, to spill, anything-- anything he knew about Pandora. Everything always ended with Pandora. 

Why? Why was it that important? 

Of course, he was never going to oblige him.