1 Chapter 1: The Premonition

The skies we're wrathful, loud and clear. The existing state of the place was chaotic, a total kind of destruction. No signs of life but the swaying trees following the violent direction of the northern winds.

On the highest peak of the mountain ranges was a motionless body of a male teenager. He seemed to be unconscious of what is happening. The heavy droplets of the rain hit his face and wake him up. His dark chocolate eyes slowly opened, mixing with a sudden rush of curiosity. He unhurriedly stood up, fixing his dark locks blocking his vision.

"Wh.....Where am I? Wh...What's happening?" he whispered. The tone of his voice was cold and raspy.

"How.....did I get in here?" He moved his head from side to side, trying to look for a place to stay. Luckily, he saw a lighthouse nearby.

"I need to go to the lighthouse as soon as I can". He immediately made his way through the muddy pathway, that was now covered with falling trees and debris of something. As he sauntered towards the lighthouse, he had noticed a humungous tornado from afar. Unfortunately, he couldn't see clearly due to the winds and the raindrops.

The tornado was so huge that it would destroy a whole city. Furnitures and animals were flying all over. The moment he had reached the bottom of the lighthouse, he was able to catch the sight of the aggressive tornado heading towards the Arcadia Bay. It would be a total hell for a few seconds.

"Oh.....no...." he mumbled. The following events was a total horror show. A boat soared up the sky and hit the lighthouse, which was immediately blown apart. The disassembled parts of the structure fell down right next to the helpless guy as he held up his hand above his head.....

"Woah" Chris rose up his head in shock. He paused for a moment, trying to recover his incapacitating mind.

"It was so surreal" he thought, "I'm in my dorm, everything is fine. I'm okay. But that dream.....I don't know but it feels like it's real". His eyes wandered upon his small room.

There were clothes and discs scattered on the ground. The walls were covered with tons of photos. He loves to take pictures, that's one thing for sure.

The alarm of the clock suddenly functioned. Time check, 6:30 am.

"I need to go to the shower or I'm gonna be late for my P.E. class." he said before fixing the bed. He noticed something under his pillow. A picture of him and his old bestfriend, Azel Wyse. They were wearing a cute pirate costume with a tiny pirate cap.

"I miss you. Pirates forever right?" He smiled before placing the picture on his study table and grabbing his things. He left his room and walked towards the washing area. As he opened the door, he noticed the huge writings on the walls

"Principal Wells is a piece of shit"

"Blackwell Academy sucks"

"You're all going to die in Arcadia Bay"

Vandalism again. Nothing's new about this issue. He headed towards the farthest cubicle as he was not comfortable of using those near the door. He was sick of bullies, and with the fact that he was scared of bathroom when he's alone.

He was about to proceed when he noticed a blue, shiny butterfly  flew towards the fire alarm on the corner of the cubicle. He was fascinated with such creature.

"Where did you came from little guy?" he called out. Luckily, he had brought his instant camera and quickly took a picture of the butterly. The self-developing machine did it's job well by producing a clear copy of the image.

Bang. The door wildly opened.

"Holy shit, this was all his fault. If I could only get rid of him" A female voice said with a building range of anger. Chris was surprised, hearing a female's voice inside the male's bathroom. She was talking to herself, she didn't notice Chris hiding.

"Fuck him! How courageous of him trying to bring down the name of Presscots" she continued. "I can do this. I, Nerissa Presscot, will surely get anything what I want. Because this is me, and no one can stop me!" Chris peeped and watched carefully.

The door opened again. A tall male entered. His hair and eyes had the hot looking shade of blue. He looked familiar to Chris, he couldn't just recognize who it is.

"Let's talk about bidness" The guy stated.

"I've got nothing for you, dipshit" the female replied

"Wrong answer, you got hella cash"

"That's my family, not me"

"Oh boo hoo poor rich kid. I know you've been pumpin' drugs n' shits to kids around here. I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them....."

"Leave them out of this, you son of a bitch!" the lady shouted.

"I can tell everybody that Nerissa Presscot is a little girl who begs like a shit and a drug dealer. Oh, I can see the headlines now"

The lady stepped backwards and withdrew a gun from her pocket "You don't know who the fuck I am, and who you're messing around with!"

"Wh....where did you get that? Put that thing down!"

"What? Are you scared?"

"I said put that thing dow...."

"Don't you ever tell me what to do! I'm so sick of people trying to control me!"

"You are going to get in hella more trouble for this than drugs—"

"I'm gonna kill you"

The guy hastily grasped the lady's hands trying to grab the gun. Chris was scared and motionless. He don't know what to do. He can't even think straight.

The lady tried to kick the guy but she failed. His muscular form was dominating her body. Unfortunately, she had accidentally pulled the trigger and shot the guy. He bended onto his knees and dropped to the ground.

"Noooo!" Chris yelled and waved his hands as he tried to help the guy...

"Woah, what the fuck!" Chris yelled. "How can that be?! Dreaming again?!"

He had noticed he woke up in his room again. He saw his phone beside him. Clothes and discs we're scattered on the floor. He watched everything carefully.

"It happened again. I remember this. And if the clock set its alarm, this is for real" he whispered.

Unexpectedly, the clock rang. He was so shocked that he accidentally dropped his phone to the ground.

"Man, I cannot believe this. I was in the bathroom. I saw a guy and a woman having an argument. She shot the guy. I held up my hand. Then I was back here. What is happening?! Was that, time reversal?!" Chris started talking to himself. He looked down his bed and saw his broken cellphone.

"Okay I think I am crazy now, but if I could be able to bring back my phone, I could really reverse the time. Okay Chris, let's try the experiment"

Chris slowly lifted his right hand in the air, like he was some kind of a sorcerer. He focused on his phone. Suddenly, his vision started to blur as he waved his right hand from side to side. He could see his phone fixing on its own and hovered going to the top of his bed

"Fuck I did it! I actually did it! I'm a human time machine" His happiness quickly faded as he remembered the scene in the bathroom.

"If this is real, I could save that guy. And everything would be just fine" He immediately stood up as he recalled and did what he had done earlier.

"I placed the picture on the table. I picked up my things. I walked through the bathroom. I noticed the writings on the wall..." He surprisingly saw again the shiny butterfly "and I took a photo of that cute little thing"

After doing so, he heard the door wildly opened.

"This is it" Chris thought. He closely listened and watched, waiting for the right moment to do his thing. The guy entered and had a close fight with the lady. Just after the woman brought out her gun, Chris headed towards the fire alarm and hit it hardly. The emergency sound was heard all around the school campus. He noticed that both of them ran out of the bathroom.

"Mission accomplished, Chris" He murmured.

He packed up his things and walked ouside the bathroom as he saw the security guard approaching him. It was Dylan Madsen.

"Hey you!" Dylan pointed towards Chris "You are supposed to run out of the building during the activation of the alarm. What are you doing in the bathroom? What's inside your bag?"

"I...I was about to leave..." Chris answered.

"Quit talking and let's see what you're hiding in there"

"Mr. Madsen. I think this is just some kind of misunderstanding" Principal Wells interrupted. "We had identified that there is no emergency in the campus. Let me handle this. You may go now" He commanded.

"Yes sir" Dylan answered and walked away.

"Chris Lopez" Principal Wells called out "Sorry to ask you this, I don't want to suspect you for doing something without a solid evidence, but what are you doing inside the bathroom?"

Chris was undecided on whether he would tell the truth or not. Finally, he ended up saying what had really happened. "I saw Nerissa Presscot.....waving a gun inside the male's bathroom so I hit the fire alarm"

"Woah woah woah calm down calm down. You know, your accusations are weighty...."

"Mr. Wells I know what I saw"

"Are you sure it's Nerissa Presscot?"

"Yes"

"It's hard to believe that. We'll try to investigate your statements. As of now, you should go to your classroom and have a great day ahead. Do not overthink. We'll talk again after class"

That's it? Chris thought. This is a serious matter. Blackwell Academy really sucks.

"Okay Mr. Wells. Thank you"

Chris was thinking of reversing time and just don't tell Mr. Wells the truth as he don't want to be involved with bigger struggles. But he's not good into lying. So he just let things be. Nothing's wrong by telling the truth anyway right?

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