A/N: This is a trailer/test of a fic i'm thinking of writing, that can have one of two routes: either being an oc with ? or a sort off conscience like story. So please return with some constructive criticism.
Typical. That's all I can say.
Seriously, you'd think that eventually the man would learn to not target the same place over and over. It doesn't matter if it looks like it works. It won't.
Cause it's all going to blow up in his face.
Case in point, this very moment, with him dying in the arms of his… Enemy? Friend? Lover?
The situation, to put it colloquially, is FUBAR. Fucked. Up. Beyond. All. Repair. And to be honest, I couldn't really care less, considering I knew this would all pan out like it did, even with my interference.
Because time generally fixes itself, so if it's meant to be, it's meant to be. So even if I did warn him about it, it really wouldn't have changed anything. I find it almost funny that they lost the ability to sense fixed events, because of the interference that the paradox caused.
Well, I guess it's time to move on now, as nothing is keeping me here anymore.
This you could say is my story, so you better listen well.
I won't be around to tell it again so are you going to listen?
Yes? Good.
I should start with my name then, huh? You know, considering we're going to know each other intimately in the next few hours.
My name is James Archer, and I don't belong here.