Just a man

Something recent. Let me see.

A man sitting in a cave, torch under his feet. Somebody is talking to him, but it's all a blur of words before anything articulate can be heard.

"... if you are not back here at the entrance of this tunnel tomorrow morning, I'm killing the centaur, I already have one, and your seems, for lack of better word, inferior. If you take even longer... Well, I assume you know what's going to happen." Man is holding back his tears and gets to work.

That's not it. At least, not entirely. There is more of that beautiful rage. I should look into earlier memories...

Oh, three people meeting in... a restaurant? So excruciatingly fucking mundane.

" ...such a lovely sight." Says the older man with a very refined mustache to a young woman with blond hair.

"It's just happy old me, Leo."

"So dad, how was your retirement party? And again, I'm so sorry that we missed it." Asks the third person, a younger man that is holding girls hand.

"We really wanted to come. I wish that snow storm didn't stop us."

"Oh, don't worry about it. And it was good. Everyone was... supportive. But enough about that. David! You got engaged, and to an actual cutie."

"Daaad."

"Oh, come on. You kept dating that..."

Scene cuts, all the actors are disappearing.

No, boring. Let's search for more...

What do we have here?

"Mom? You feeling okay? Mom!" Younger man helps his mother sit down.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just have to sit for a moment, these old knees of mine hurt again."

"You shouldn't overexert yourself so much, mom. You had a surgery two months ago."

"I know, I know. Your dad keeps telling me same things. But I'm not that old, you know?"

"Still, I'd prefer if you took care of yourself more."

"Alright, alright. Tell me again, when is the wedding?"

"In april."

Wedding during spring? I have to see that.

"You still dance like a troll." Two people, absolutely focused on each other. Everything else is just a set of shadows moving around them.

"Oh, come on, darling, I'm trying my best."

"And I'm just making an observation. You clearly should have taken more dance classes."

"But that would just take more time away from you."

"Okay, you are forgiven. Now spin me around again."

"Only if you say I love you."

"Only if you say it first." They both laugh.

Such a happy life. Why are you so miserable, then? But why did you come here?

Oh, what is it? A... mall? I am not familiar with that. Hundreds of people walking around and buying things or just meeting... Interesting.

"We are so thankful that you took this old geezer out of our house." All four of them this time. Standing next to an escalator. Both males are burdened with bags.

"Gemma, stop it. I just don't like going out that much lately. World became weird."

"Not weird. Different. It changed, Leo, but not every change is so bad."

"You don't like these visitors from another world, dad?"

"Not particularly."

"Oh, stop being racist and..."

Loud noise hitting like a thunder crackles through the mall. Everyone around gets on the ground, except for two older people that are struggling.

"Help me, Leo." Pleads the mother.

A new figure enters the scene. He carries a weapon.

"On the fucking ground, now!" He screams. But they are just too slow.

He opens fire. Bullets fly through the air. They hit those two targets.

"Oh my god, mom, dad!" Younger male jumps to already dead couple, hugging them tightly and praying.

Armed man comes closer.

"On the fucking ground, man, or you will end up like those two!" He screams and then takes the man on target.

Before he can shoot, a woman jumps in front of the gun. Series of shots. Body dropping on a floor.

"Fuck!"

Armed man runs out of ammunition. He leaves the one hugging bleeding bodies of his loved ones.

Man losing his family in a span of few seconds.

Man searching for answers. Determination leading him from this point on.

Man finding out that his target fled. To another world.

Man that finds friends in an unfamiliar territory. And then lose them to someone's power.

A man filled with pain.

David Trent.

So much... pain. I think you are worthy after all.

The world was coming back together. You were on a bed with golden sheets. In front of you...