Act 2

Prologue

14 Years after E-Day

"She's gone,"

"No…No, she can't be,"

"She's gone dammit! And its your own damn fault!"

"No! NOO! That's impossible! She can't be…"

Dizzy found himself stumbling around in the dark. It was pitch black for as far as the eye could see. A spot light of unknown origin shown down on him, illuminating his figure against the darkness.

"Do I have to spell it out to you? She is DEAD!"

Dizzy took a step forward, and his leg buckled, but he caught his balance just before he fell.

"No….No, you're wrong!" Dizzy yelled back.

"Face it. You Failed. Jasmine is dead because of you, and only you! You couldn't save her. You failed her as a husband, and you have failed as a father."

The words dug into Dizzy like a knife. He fell to his knees, and buried his face in his hands. His fingers ran through his salt-and-pepper hair, and tears flowed in between them.

Bang

Dizzy pulled his hands away from his face, and saw his wife's body laying ten feet away from him, a hole in her chest, and laying in a pool of blood. Even in death, she was just as beautiful as the day Dizzy met her.

"No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! It's not true. It can't be true," said Dizzy as more tears fell between each word.

"It's true. Every word,"

"Shut the f*ck up!" yelled Dizzy as he punched the ground. "Show yourself! Show yourself you bastard!" Dizzy screamed into the air.

"I'm right here you son of a b*tch," The voice rang out from behind Dizzy.

Dizzy turned to face his verbal attacker, but what he saw sent another knife into his chest. In front of him was a mirror in which he saw himself standing with his arms crossed.

"Surprised? You sicken me, ya know that? Look at ya'self, and think hard. What do you see? A pathetic sack'a sh*t that's not even worth the ground he's standing on."

Dizzy stood there, studying his reflection. With every line on his face, with every hair in his beard, he came to realize that he barely recognized the man he'd become. In only four years, his face had aged ten.

"What do you have to say for ya'self? Sh*t, what can you say? You're a failure. You failed her…..You failed them."

Two figures appeared behind Dizzy. They were his twin daughters, Teresa and Maralin. Dizzy turned to the girls.

"Babies, I-I'm sorry," Dizzy said while choking on his own words. He took three steps forward, but they didn't seem to get any closer. Dizzy took another five steps, but the distance between them didn't close. Dizzy started to panic. He started to walk, but the girls got no closer. Dizzy picked up the pace, then broke into a full sprint. He ran as fast as he could, but they only got farther away. He pushed himself to go faster, but the distance between them grew with each step.

"You can't save them! They're doomed to die in this hell hole, and there's nothin' you can do!"

With that, Dizzy tripped and fell. He could no longer see the twins, only bitter darkness surrounded him once more. His reflection was right. He failed.

Bang

Dizzy looked down and saw a grapefruit sized hole in his chest. He fell to his knees, and that all too familiar feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him.

"I'm sorry," Dizzy gasped as he blacked out once more.