AN: First story, few things I want to get out of the way, this will be major canon divergence, different powers, and that i'm not really sure where I plan to take this idea, just that it stuck me , and I thought I should write it down, Updates should come at least every weekend, if not more. Without further Adieu.
Wish me luck, also, R&R Please, would help tremendously.
_ IMMORTAL _
From its high perch, a true being of power watched, and decided it would go ahead and interfere. Granted, any other times that it did such a act as this never ended well, but in the rare times the gambit did pay off, it made a real difference, even if the being could just rewrite time, It always preferred doing this, and made sure to put away it's ability to gaze upon the events as to what would happen, began it's changing of events.
This would be something to be remembered, it knew it would, after all, there was no way anything it did in the mortal realm would not be important, but things always seemed to spiral in a most amusing way. So, set out on it's path, began to let things truely begin, after all, what was it if not one to follow through with its ideas, after all.
Who needs fate?
"Life is but a book of lies, In which you find truth between the lines."
Taylor felt like she was in hell, all the bugs, sludge, vomit, just circling around her , mocking her, she felt like this was what hell really was. Just some sick joke about her existence, She stopped pounding against the locker door what felt like hours ago, or maybe a few minutes, she couldn't tell whether it had felt like hours, or actually been them. She felt herself starting to cry, giving into the feeling, succumbing into it's embrace, and soon she felt herself tire out, and wanted to sleep. She could feel black spots moving into the edge of her vision. Hollowly, she felt herself wonder if this was how she would die, but found she couldn't care much in the moment about it, and making the swift decision to succumb to darkness's loving embrace…
Huh..? Where…? What…? No, this wasn't possible, there was no way she was in front of the locker again, why were they back? Didn't they leave a long while ago, just fine to let her rot? It felt like she was on autopilot, she saw their mouths moving, but couldn't find it in herself to care enough to even attempt to comprehend their words. She felt herself get shoved back into the locker; Fear gripping her like a vice ;managing to stop herself from throwing up this time. Again, she felt time pass, and again, nobody wanted to help, or didn't hear her. After all, people seemed to exist to spite her sometimes. She felt darkness waiting for her once again, and gave into it, the hollow feeling in her chest leaving her far too empty to attempt anything.
Back right in front of the locker, the hollow and broken feeling in her chest just became more restrictive as she watched her best friend, 'no, ex-best friend' a part of her mind corrected. The insults and jeers once again feeling as if they'd take too much effort to handle even hearing, but having the impact nonetheless. Why? She felt herself wonder, but then again, her thoughts were interrupted by being cowed into the locker once again, this time, she found the effort to fight back, even if it was intensely minimal. Feeling new jeers arrive from the minimal effort, the same hollow feeling in her heart intensifying. In the locker, she waited; Terrified, snarkily thinking to herself that if she survived this somehow, she was going to end up with a phobia of inside areas as a whole ; again, after what felt like an eternity, the embrace of Death- wait, why did she think that she would die, after all, she had just passed out before, right?
Dead. The Hollow Feeling occupying a space inside her chest.
Another Wasted Chance. More of the hollow feeling in her chest.
Another Chance Spent watching. The hollow feeling remaining, slowly growing.
Another.
She felt like panicking, but found it seemed too hard to panick.
She wanted to cry after the ninth time, but the tears just stopped flowing.
After the thirteenth time, felt like Feeling fear from returning, but wasn't able to muster it.
After the sixteenth, She wanted to feel anything.
After the twentieth, She stopped keeping count.
Taylor felt as she moved- Well. No .- in front of her bullies, hearing the jeers, but feeling as if they weren't existent. Again, she felt- no, watched. - as they were about to push her in, but seeing one girl - Madison. - shook her for a moment, and she felt herself look at her, not feeling like removing the gaze, and watched as she hesitated, this wasn't the usual. Something changed. What changed? Something wasn't right - She Dares to even try to be sympathetic. Truly pathetic.-
_ "Around like a carousel we move, unknowing of our true meanings." _
Madison felt herself hesitate when Taylor's gaze landed on her, expecting to see something along the line of hate or sadness, y'know. Like a furrowed brow, squinting, glaring. But there just wasn't any que as to how she felt, and that wasn't normal, Madison Knew how she felt , having gathered the skill help her remain away from the gaze of Sophia as to insult Taylor better to her satisfaction. But quickly discarded it as to remain away from becoming suspected of anything.
_ "To watch the lines of reality blur was to truly be an immortal." _
Taylor once again, began the cycle, but after each beginning , she would notice that upon trying hard enough, could force things. - after all. Without feeling, what was left if not to truly understand how the fabric of reality exists. - And she began to experiment, making things change, running things differently, they were small, but the devil in the details was a very, very. Powerful thing.
Again, But this time, the locker number wasn't normal, but instead, one to the right.
A New reality, but this time, the standing spots of the bullies a couple feet to the right.
Another, this time, a taller Emma.
Once more, this time, A window where there wasn't one before.
The Cycle renewed, An innocently placed Steel Bat by the side of the lockers.
Reincarnated. Another child not far away.
A new start, but this time, true understanding.
If this was hell. She was going to burn it to the ground, then freeze it over.
_ IMMORTAL _
AN: So, tell me what'cha think, but first, few things out the way, While there are many gaps in what is actually happening, I promise, I have a slight plan after writing this chapter, and feel like I know where i'm bringing the idea,