Disclaimer: I do not own Warehouse 13, it belongs to its respected owners. This was made for purely entertainment purposes. No profit was made.
A/N: I hope you enjoy my story. Its kind of angsty. Like it or hate it, please tell me why.
Frozen in Fury
I stood there frozen. Unable to move. Who would have thought, me, the great H.G. Wells would be reduced to this. I'm still. I can't hear or see. I'm simply surrounded in darkness. I have no idea what is happening. Sometimes I dream, if that's what you can call it that, about the world. About how much it has changed. How society be. What has happened to the Warehouse? Did it ever move to America? What is the current state of the world?
Yet here in the darkness, alone in my thoughts, I feel a fear. A fear that all my foolish hopes have been for nought. That I will stay in this state. That I will die. Oh how I miss my Cristina. I immediately think of her in these moments and my fears leave me, but instead I feel such anger.
How could someone take her away? My daughter. How could the world be so careless? So unfair. She was so innocent. She was my daughter. I was meant to protect her. It was my responsibility. Yet now she is gone and I'm alone.
I'm paying for my crimes. For wanting my daughter back. I was careless. I will soon stop paying for my crimes and I'll unleash my fury to the world. A world that can't even be so kind as to spare my child.