Chapter 11
***this is the last chapter if you want a darker and heavier story go to part 2 (if I could reach your star), yeah is about war.***
More than words
2506 Circumstance District Steins
Grantz needed clarification. He confessed to Viktoriya years ago, and she leaned on him when needed. The two were two peas in a pod and perfect friends. He even won the admiration of Catherine, who gave him the thumbs up even though at first was afraid of taking her sister away from her,
They had already met both parents and got a sign of approval for a trek to the mountains in survival style at a hunt. He thought they wanted to put him in place, but when rescuing Viktor from a sudden predator attack won Xavier's approval immediately, giving him the title of 'husband to be' as a reward.
it also helped that his work was featured in dramas, movies, and cartoons, making it almost a must-watch by the sheer quality of the job, musical progress made only possible by the melody birthed from the old and new age performed with classical instruments courtesy of grandma parting gift, everything seemed right, but there was a catch, he is not the official boyfriend, at least not by the lips of Visha,
but already the family permitted him to seek her hand on marriage? He signed as petting captain Weiss the doggo,
"How come I died reunited with my crush but was sidelined with your old friend."
(whoff) as they were taking a stroll by the park on a cloudy day in moody cloudy weather, he was strolling alongside a river bank, taking the dog for a walk. He remembered his last life in which, after the world war, the empire was severely defeated and torn into smaller countries, in which timeline Grantz married Viktoriya.
Grantz already thought and knew that gaining her heart would be hard but not impossible, in another timeline a previous one he was her husband and knew Visha was above everyone, more than her mother. Even as a boyfriend, she was the queen in his eyes. Grantz already knows how high she is. The problem was that he got into a friend zone in this life.
(whoff)
He saw something floating in the river and, realizing it was a person, jumped into the water to rescue him and help him regain consciousness.
Elias Carver didn't want to live, not anymore. His last experiment threw everything out of the window, predicting calamity. Moreover, his latest one predicted a grim future on the horizon. His will to live was gone; he did everything he could to tell the world about the incoming threat, and now his reward was more disappointment.
How can Elias work when the sea washes away everything built in the sand? How will he be happy again knowing that his progeny will be shackled to not a traitor but a prophet of doom to come? When rescued from the river bank by a youngster and asked about his reasoning for throwing his life away, he asked.
"so, tell me about your life."
And to his surprise, he was shocked to know that pitying existence was none other than the famous troubadour, the wonder child of the musical media, creator of soundtracks, composer, and artist who, in a turn on events, was
'friend-zoned'
Even with the parent's approval to seek marriage, the boy's fate was genuinely disappointing and so grim that he invited the boy to work in his department. He heard he needed a studio to make music in a group, and what better place than the old research club?
next weekend
Milah guided Viktoriya and Catherine to meet Elias Carver in his apartment, surprisingly, into a wealthy, well-connected neighborhood. In a way, the property was located in the most sought-after part of the entire Metropolis, but something was wrong.
Strangely, they meet people passing by giving them strange glares, at first they were only despective but as soon as they arrived near, they encounter more scorn, but soon realized a lot of them were also students, the weirdest part was they encounter a member of the student council with red eyes like she was crying moments ago.
¨Hoh Masami¨
¨advisor Milah, I did not expect you to be here so soon, well I suppose we need one of your signatures to make this place a new meeting point to make a studio for the bands¨
¨no problem, but with that awful look, it looks like you seem something unfortunate ¨
¨hah that, well I recently got into a break, and hearing some bad news got me to remember some bad memories¨
The trio realized that the glares people were making were not from scorn, if not indeed from somberness; quickly, two of the people of the trio got a horrible feeling.
¨Milah, we reasonably need to make haste, or else we will miss something¨
¨Visha, I thought that the bad news was related to our visit¨
but the bad news was brought upon by Catherine
¨I don't want to bring some hidden truths, but I think the worst comes from certain sidelined forgotten friends. ¨
At that lousy plot twist, both girls connected some weird wire in their heads, repenting for their actions or, more specifically, their lack of commitment.
¨we must advance, ¨ said the two tallest of the group.
But when they arrived at the supposed door, they saw Professor Dave Grohl signing papers with a police officer (that specific instant made the duo lose color on their faces). What made things explode was the professor's reaction.
¨ Girls, calm down and don't come inside in that demeanor, or you two will repent, ¨
the police officer who was there earlier, connected specific dots and spoke.
¨girls, calm down, take a respite. We will explain quietly¨
They both went from a white color on their face to a readied stance as they saw two girls, Mio and Yui, crying, coming from the door to the outside.
In her mind, Catherine thought (oh shit, we came at the worst moment)
music studio POV
Hitori was mixing while Grantz was performing Elias Carver's written lyrics alongside Yui and Mio, who were so shocked by the sadness of the lyrics that they couldn't stop crying at the first song and proceeded to the entrance door.
In the meantime, Professor Dave made sure the papers about the floor use were changed from the office studio to the recording studio. It was a recurring sign that many artists had troubled relationships and couldn't withstand the feeling portrayed by the saddest record album in history or its devilish capitalization and composition.
It was a troubled week, people coming and going. They even have more artists take turns. They released a single already, but the Idols of the school were the true culprits. Milah, the teacher´s IDOL, was the ex-girlfriend of Elias Carver and even pursued the man, not making the distinction of how many years apart they were, to make justice to the woman she was in the Navy and her time in space made her appear much younger than Elias, even though the difference at simple glace was evident their year of birth was the same, it was all in the head of Elias for dumping the woman and for not making a misunderstanding fixed.
The real problem was Viktoriya, who friend-zoned the poor favorite of the music course, the handyman Grantz, who gave everything to placate every little thing that plagued the maiden's life.
Doing justice, she was a maiden in distress. Yes, a weird, ugly guy was tailing her; yes, their doggo captured a terrorist arsonist who wanted to make everything burn to cinders; yes, she was once almost abducted. Yes, the doggo captured people with illicit substances, but the template to make such a man, not even your boyfriend, was unbelievable, not because of some fancy.
They were such a good pair. One needs to watch their interactions and say ¨ please get married¨ those episodes were a recurring set on the art college. Now they were performing the next piece; people were coming and going because the sheer weight in the album was such sadness incarnate, but she could not withstand the loud volume of a fight just outside coming from a pair of females ¿? (Oh shit! I am sure I am going to see such a drama again)
Elias Carver and Grantz's point of view.
They retold and put everything that plagued their misery existence a fiddle, how the woman in their sight was the prettiest and unreachable best that there was, how they were sure no other man was as close to their heart to them. Still, their indecision also made them stupid; they did not care if the recorded album would sell or make everyone commit to solace; they were doing their best to vent their frustration from their incompetence. Sing, sing, and sing out.
-no person only wants death,
-we kept bleeding blood every day
-even though the word was at a relative pace
-as if the beauty of this world was before our tears
-when we moved forward
-I wish I could feel everything you care about in life
-It's so warm, bright, and comfy
-and it makes every facade melt away
-how can I, who train for war, defend myself
-we aren't full of malice, revenge, or anger
-yet despite all this persistent cruelty
-you showed me there is still hope in living
-what reasonable means
-in a world where people want nothing more than to kill
-but now I never give up on your dream
-not even after your last breath
-yet I build myself on death, knowing nothing but anger
- so there is nothing to do when you leave this world
- I am helpless as you are to disappear
- yet I try to have fate in this hope you believe
- but all I want to
-is a future, not eternity
-is to see you smile.
They let out every breath and sweat in making the best recording to rid themselves of negative feelings and be able to face their other half, usually starting Monday.
Surprisingly, when they finished the last song, they oversaw just behind the mixing table the figures of their most loved one crying, besides a bunch of tired people on the floor behind them, even Professor Grohl with his hands on his head beside a broken floor, to the surprised duo only one person was walking composed to the scene a blondie with bright azure eyes smiling, Catherine Halsey.
¨well, you both deserve what mess you made from not explaining yourself to your loved one; it means you two abused of going roundabout, so for Christ's sake, just get married¨
After that remark, Elias got into the microphone position, put the Stylligh instrument on his back, and asked.
¨Milah, do you wish to give me the honor to be my Miss Carver ¨
Grant was already in a vocalist position and proceeded to ask.
¨Viktoriya, would you want to be my girlfriend?¨
Milah and Viktoriya were just out of going haywire, stunned by the realization that their boyfriends were not committing suicide but venting at singing, so they didn't think much about it and only went with a response.
¨gadly¨
¨yes¨
The room, somber from crying and mingled from fighting a storm, proceeded to cheer at the new two couples; Halsey didn't care that she was not doing a matchmaker with two marriages but was happy enough.
¨well, I wanted two brides, but with a 50/50, I am happy¨ making the room to chuckle.
(Hitori, who has been on the console making sure the conversation could proceed, was surprised at her speed in finishing the recording and then switching to the discussion proceeding, changing audio sources in real-time.)
in the same place with everyone calm
They finished and prepared to sit and rest. Elias also invited some expensive home delivery, and Catherine asked Elias about a rabbit hole.
¨is good for everything to end happy and merry, but what the heck made you hole up¨
¨that is surprising coming from a geek with the same hikikomori tendencies¨
¨Visha, do I need to remember what you caused today¨
¨don't point that you even tricked an advisor¨
Elias calmed everyone as he was again the main culprit in changing the status quo and relationships.
¨well, going to the root of the problem. The culprit Is that damned experiment of timelines I made ¨
Everyone was best studied, but in concession, everyone signaled at Halsey as the more tech-savvy person in the room to take the baton.
¨what you are remarking put about everything you made in your Jinxes replicable and carved in stone ¨
Elias grabbed one ornate next to the wall, a fancy clock made from void bulbs shining brightly in fluorescent light, marking the numbers (.203) staying static, unbecoming of a clock.
¨those numbers? ¨
Viktoriya and Grantz almost yelled but hid the realization that 11 Goddess plan 315, 601 regiment 203rd wing matched everything too well to be a coincidence.
¨yes, you guessed it right, those are the numbers of the current timeline. Now the question is that we are permanently in these three dimensions where the fourth one is outside of our control, only one entity capable or with help moving back and forth is the only way to shift those numbers, as to why this specific set is in place are beyond my control, the thing that meets myself fear demise is that by calculus I theorized that below 0.99 and never above 1.11 we could avoid a great filter.¨
¨the significance of the 1.11 is beyond me, but those 315,601 and 203 are not too dissimilar from regiment forms. We have conventions, and it could not be mere coincidence¨, reported Milah, making a flinch at the table
¨the 11 means someone with a vital purpose in life and a sense of spiritual mission ¨ surprising the pairs coming from Halsey.
¨now my theory is that we could predict the future of a mass population across the times, but seeing here with a great filter coming maybe again means that someone was already erased, an Elrich terror is coming back, or we were never the first and only one civilization making us a relatively young Kardashev tier I civilization endangered¨
¨Dr Carver, I know you are at odds with the UNSC for these same topics, but I could make things fit with a mathematical problem computing it with IA. That is why we were coming here to ask permission to use your research in my following thesis¨
¨Gladly, is it not science if the results cannot be replicated. Every data and spreadsheet, even every single hard drive in my house, is in your disposition. Every incriminating Data and compromising mail was deleted days ago. I am even clean online¨
That same remark makes every man in the room prostrate to the image of Saint Carver, whose sanctity was canonized that day on the image of every man across campuses. The girls only catch the gist of such claims once they reach an explanation in a more discrete setting, making them blush for an entire week.