Evertime it was the same. Everytime he tried to save her, he failed. How many times has he done this? Perhaps a thousand...maybe two thousand. Where are you? I need you...He had tried so desperately to save her from death, but oblivion always took her away from him in the end.
He was stuck in an endless pit of darkness, death, and time with no light. His light had faded a while back. Back when the world hadn't gone to hell. He wanted her back. He wanted his Lucille. He remembered back when they were young, she had always wanted to time travel. She begged him to take her somewhere back in time, but he warned her of the dangers of time travel and she listened. She was always a good listener.
Then she died. First, she was murdered. The second time he went back to try and save her, she had been killed in a car accident. The third, poisoning, fourth, suicide and so on. Everytime, it was always the same. He was always there to witness her death and unable to save her.
He missed her so much. He knew better than to go back in time, but the more he went forward, the more his heart ached. He went forward once more. The world turned to hell and he became an enemy. Go backwards and witness your lover die or go forwards and become an emotionally wrecked psychopath.
He took a step forward. His heart ached with each step he took as the memories that he wanted to forget came back to him like a tsunami of guilt and agony. So here he was in his room sobbing into his pillow. He couldn't care less about what was going on around him, he only wanted his Lucille back. He lifted his head off his pillow and looked at the watch that sat on his desk. He could go back and try again, but he knew how that would end. It'd only hurt him more. He pulled the blanket over his head and stifled back another sob. Why did she have to die? Why did she have to leave him? If she had stayed, would he be like this still? Would he be the psychopath that everyone feared? He didn't know and he wanted to know before he ran out of time. He knew that his time was running short and war was approaching quickly. He had to make his decision before time ran out.
Foreword.
It wasn't much of a surprise for him when his enemies decided to torture him before his execution. At least they were being nice by letting him live longer. But this was simply Karma working her magic like a pro. He remained in his cell for what felt like six months when really it was only two weeks of listening to the same song on repeat 24/7. Karma's a pro at revenge. He couldn't stand the song that played over and over again. It was worse than "Easy Street." He remembered the song but he couldn't remember where he'd heard it or what the title was called. Either way, it was tortured. No, he couldn't stand it anymore. He took out the watch that he hadn't used in months and pressed the button on the side. A bright blue light blinded his vision as he traveled back in time. He knew the consequences, but he wanted to see his light one more time.