Doors Halloween (doorsween) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-10-28 15:56:00 |
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His head was exploding. Literally. That was the last thing he remembered. He was no stranger to waking up with no idea what just happened. At least this time he didn't feel physically exhausted and bruised, with horrible images of screams and buildings crashing down. No instead what he envisioned was phantoms dancing, a young woman with blue eyes and a secret, and having a giant cube on his head. Not just any cube, a Rubik's one, something he learned how to solve when he was in his father's lab at six years old. He approached science from then on in a similar war; twist and turn the details until there was a solution. There was no solution for where he found himself now. He hadn't gone to the ship on purpose, that was something he'd never willingly agree to. Not enough space. Too many people. Maybe it was a cosmic metaphor for the war going on within his head, and he had a warped sense of humor when it came to himself. But the girl could bend worlds, and she fixed what seemed to be an impossible problem. He never wanted to think of anything as impossible, not anymore. Apparently there was no end in sight to the messed up twists and turns that were going to happen in his life. Bruce sighed and put his legs over the side of the bed, leaning his elbows onto his knees, and rested his head into waiting hands. It could've been worse. It could've been the Other Guy. At the moment, that wasn't as reassuring as it usually would be. |