AUTHOR'S NOTE
This fanfiction will play in two perspectives; First chapter from Senku's view, second chapter 3rd person.
Just so you're not too perplexed about the sudden shift!
Where did I go wrong?
Why did science go the way it did?
Why can't that big guy stop crying?!
Right.. I'm lieing here dying. Choking on my own damn blood.
So our newly acquired gas turned out to be toxic, fine.
Not as if I hadn't known that, science always came easy to me. Just a little care in handling it and we'd have warmth all year long at no cost, plus fuel for any vehicle, if condensed. Easy to make, easy to use, just attach that container to a tank and...
It's a good thing everyone went to watch new year's sunrise before it happened. I should have gone with them, instead of blindly concentrating on my work.
Someone sabotaged our gas container, causing a leak. The new gas is perfectly color- and odorless; no dice noticing the leak. Before I knew it, I'd inhaled too much, blacking out, only to awake in the arms of a guy leaking saltwater and ... some.. kind of green goo.. ew. I try to push him away but my limbs aren't moving.
Someone runs off to get help, or medicine, or anything at all. I smile bitterly, by the time they're back, it'll be too late anyway. A dead-weight in my sides and the scent of ammonia building. Seems the kidneys are gone already. Everything else is slowly going numb.
Damn, I must look like shit, the way the mighty Taiju goes pale. He's screaming my name, right while the rest of my bottom half dies off and I stop feeling my legs altogether. It won't be long now so I try to speak, share some more wisdom before it follows me to my grave, but all I manage is a bloody cough. Breathing gets harder as lungs turn to cold meat.
My heart tries to beat harder when a surge of panic rushes through me, but fails to. Someone comes running, carrying the device we travelled half across the globe for. The Medusa. It's not been long since I modified the thing to be more.. precise. You can actually pin-point targets now, so no need for everyone to run from the green light anymore.
They put the collar on me; A quick flash and I feel my skin harden, the flesh petrifying at once. I lack the power to even start counting; blackness replaces the worried faces of my friends.
Where did I go wrong? Maybe I didn't, maybe trying to revive the old world was the right thing to do..
Or, I was wrong all along.