It wasn't enough. It couldn't be enough anymore.
The first time that the agent had been knocked out by a blow to the head, it wasn't enough. He was awake in minutes and with enough fortitude to try to strangle Jasper. He wouldn't be going down now. It wasn't enough.
Emmet needed to make sure that the agent would not hurt Jasper again. He needed to make sure that no more hands, lunging out of the shadows to wrap around the throats of the innocent and choke them to death, would be able to hurt Jasper. He needed to do this. He needed to.
Hitting the agent on the head was not enough to knock him out. It wasn't enough. It wasn't enough anymore.
Emmet reached out to one of the agent's left shoulder, bearing the hand that had dared to move itself against Jasper. The arm that had dared to hurt Jasper, threaten to extinguish his life. He needed to make sure that it would never hurt anybody ever again.
Emmet desperately reached out to Jasper, his arms outstretched, grasping at his sleeves, his fingers lightly brushing against his gown, before leaving that white material behind.But Jasper wasn't looking at Emmet.He looked down into his hands, tears falling into them, dripping off of them into his lap and the time machine. He was stuck in his mind, completely unaware of the world around him. He couldn't see Emmet. He wasn't seeing Emmet.He wasn't seeing Emmet reaching out to him. He wasn't seeing Emmet who was so close to him. He wasn't seeing him. Jasper wasn't looking at him.He was looking at his time machine.He was looking at the big, red button on it.His fingers were moving towards it. He wasn't looking at Emmet.His hand pressed down on it. He wasn't looking up. He wasn't looking at Emmet. He wasn't looking at his outstretched
Emmet looked over to the agent that he so detested, almost hearing his mocking voice, grating on his nerves. If he was awake right now, he would surely be making fun of Emmet for going back on his promises to Jasper, and for getting his heart broken for some guy who had probably considered their relationship to be some couple week long fling.Even when he was unconscious, he managed to make Emmet angry.He was glad that the agent had now shut up and couldn't do any harm, but hated the fact that the bastard was now his responsibility to bear. He hated the fact that agent was such a bastard, but he needed to get him some kind of medical attention if he didn't want to be charged with manslaughter or murder.Fuck!He now had to go back to trying to salvage his life.He knew that he would be first arrested, and probably be placed in some sort of isolation while a thorough investigatio
Emmet almost crumbled down into a broken heap onto the floor, as soon as he stood up, onto his one, good leg. He leaned heavily down on the crutch, his muscles in his arm and leg straining and struggling, with blood rushing straight into his head as soon as he fully stood up, the unconscious agent tied to his back, completely alone in the cupboard.He wondered whether he could hop towards the door, but decided against it, knowing that his back probably couldn't take the strain, with all the additional weight, tied onto it, and his leg could probably collapse under him.He awkwardly shuffled towards the walking stick and dragging his body along to it. It felt awkward and too uncomfortable and cumbersome, twisting his ankle round left and right, almost always on the verge of hopping anyway.He forced himself to keep doing the same movement, again and again, until he reached the door.He stopped himself and closed his eyes, breathing in and out at a co
His office was fucking empty.His fucking office was fucking empty.Either this was some top tier power move designed to make Emmet believe that he was perfectly safe until they were sure that they could liberate the agent's body from Emmet, before summarily killing him, and, maybe or, arresting him.It was far more likely that headquarters could simply hack into his computer and access all the documents remotely, but that still didn't mean that they needed to go into his office and retrieve the physical copies of documents.Or maybe, while Emmet was trapped in the cupboard, they already fucking had, and happened to leave the rest of his office spotless and untouched.If that was true, then maybe they really were playing head games with his boiling, pain induced delirious mind.He wanted to leave this all behind. He wanted to leave and go somewhere where he never would ever have to think again.Nothing had been moved noticeably. The c
The time machine sat in Emmet's lap, as if it had all right to be there, sitting innocuously and innocently, digging into his broken leg with a sharp, jagged edge.The outer casing looked as if it had suffered various burns on it, with dents littered over the who machine, with one corner particularly damaged and caving inwards as if it had been dropped from a massive height.It almost seemed miraculous that the buttons and the interface looked completely undamaged, even if the giant red button that Jasper had used to escape from Emmet looked as if it was on its way to falling off, sticking out at an odd angle, the spring inside clearly needing to be replaced.Emmet scrambled to alleviate the pain that it was causing him and rolled the time machine over, using his chest, to balance the huge, boxy thing, and his one remaining good arm. He looked at the interface and pressed the green button in the corner, to turn the machine on.The screen showed immediatel
Emmet ducked down as quickly as he could, as soon as he whispered out his final apology, the bullet just grazing his shoulder as he fell and moved to hit the big, red button on the time machine.All around him, the world shifted and changed. He saw himself disintegrate, molecule by molecule - his body, clothes, and the time machine itself turning into dust - until his vision also dissipated, leaving Emmer unable to see.And soon, he was left unable to think, all his thoughts scattering into oblivion and nothingness.He saw nothing.He felt nothing.He was nothing.For a brief moment, it was as if Emmet didn't even exist. That he was dead.There was nothing.Nothing.Void.Suddenly Emmet found that, once more, he existed.That he was alive.It felt like he had been abruptly been woken up fro
The ceiling above Emmet was a light cream colour, almost too different from the greys that he had grown too accustomed too. The walls were also the same light cream, with golden sunlight pouring through white curtains, which danced and waved on the wind.He felt as if he had he had been run over by a train, and couldn't remember anything that had happened to put him in his current state. He couldn't move any of his limbs either, and found himself almost giddy at the idea of it, being tied down to a bed.A different part of him thought that maybe it wasn't the right time or place to be thinking about things like that, and it hurt every single time that he moved one of his arms.Emmet closed his eyes and waited for the world to stop spinning. He didn't want to think about anything right now. He just didn't want to be in pain, but... that would mean thinking about where he was to solve the problem.He opened his eyes again, and looked up at the cream coloure
"Why the fuck wouldn't you lead with that?!" Emmet exploded at Lila, shaken all at once with worry, guilt, relief and pain.There was a turbulent storm of emotions running through his body, waves of anger rising up above and out of himself, lashing out into the world, threatening to crash and break everything around him.He wanted those thunderous waves to break everything around him. He wanted lightning to crash down around him and set everything ablaze. He wanted Lila to be dragged underwater and be dragged around, against her will, through the gigantic whirlpool of hate and uncertainty, struggling to keep going and keeping her head above water.In that moment, he hated Lila for playing with his emotions. He hated her for stringing him along and making him worry, for forcing even more worry on him. He hated her lack of emotions, her callousness towards Jasper and his life. He hated her for keeping Jasper from him, and he also hated Jasper, just a little bit.