In the April of 1986, a circulatory would have been seen for a few brief moments, had anyone been around to see it. The next month later, a misshapen skeleton, with some muscle tissue, screamed in agony for for a few minutes before vanishing. It was mid may when a blue being rose, naked and blue, above a partially set table, abandoned by Adrian Veidt after the adventures 8 months prior. Static electricity ran between the metal implements, and it is perhaps good that no one was around to watch the miraculous scene fall from grace.
The being fell from the air, starting to scream, clutching his head.
"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck SHIT Damn FUCK!"
The images in front of Walters eyes made no sense. The Tachyons were so confusing, bearing him back and forth on tides of time.
Pushing Moloch into a fridge.
Tasting cold beans, metal harsh on teeth, 'face' half up. "Want me to heat those up for you?"
Mother screeching "I shoulda listen to everybody else! I shoulda had the abortion!"
Cleaver in hand. Killing dogs.
16, staring in horror at Bras and Panties.
Daniel.
Sleeping with Daniel. Showering with Daniel.
Breaking fingers.
Daniel.
Veidt, lying to world.
Daniel.
Manhattan, 'killing' me.
Daniel.
"RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLLL"
Machines across the fortress crumple in on themselves. Tachyons ceasing to be generated.
Walter Kovacs looks at his hands, his blue, slightly glowing hands.
"Shit."
