Ti ti ti ti. Ti ti ti ti. His alarm clock nagged as he tried to enjoy his sleep. In an attempt of retaliation, he thrusted his arms to the side, slamming the alarm clock into silence.
He continued to sleep, peacefully. A little too peaceful and at some point a sudden realization came to his mind.
He was supposed to go to school.
_I'm gonna be late_
Without much preparation he slid into his uniform and glasses, totally ignoring his oral hygiene.
They were required to put on official clothes and Savin's choice was always a suit underneath a yellow overcoat.
His run was around 20 minutes, around half of his normal walking time but nevertheless he was still late.
Fortunately when he got to the lecture class, he saw that the lecturer was absent.
The class was not that large and had around 65 students.
Savin rushed over and claimed a seat at the back of the class. He was planning on studying to recover the two months lost but then he got some company.
Howard and his gang were approaching.
Because of Savin's unique origins of a Englishman and Arabican woman, he was often avoided. This made him a target for bullies. To make it even worse his mother was a...
"Hey melanin kid"
_Shit_
"Hey, why aren't you answering, Arabican Scab?!"
Howard was a delinquent who always adorned a shirt which was always unbuttoned to the top. His gang was of 6 people including himself and his right hand man was another meat-head called Norvette.
Norvette was weak and was only the second in command because of his money.
Nevertheless, Howard's gang was a force to be reckoned with because of their connections and fighting force.
Savin's collar had been grabbed by Howard.
"Who the hell do you think you are, scab?"
A smile appeared on Savin's face which sparked a chuckle, eventually ending in laughter. Horward's face curled up exposing his utter shock and disgust.
His fist had bawled up ready to land a devastating blow on Savin's face just before a calm voice behind him caught his attention.
"Leave him alone Howard. His brain must have have been fried after the accident." It was a girl with purple hair and thin framed glasses. Her name was Lynn Froster, another rich kid of the town so naturally Howard felt compelled to obey.
His fist loosened then he let go of Savin altogether. "That's right we had agreed to give you some time to recover before we can continue beating the shit out of you." He followed this with a laugh as he started to walk away.
And with that the fight was resolved. Or was it really?
"Every time, you call me by names like scab or mut. Did your parents never teach you any manners?"
_Shit, I think my pride just got me killed_
Savin's mouth had once again brought upon him a promise of pain. Should have brushed his teeth.
"There isn't a single person powerful enough to stop me from what I'm about to do." Howard turned around with his visage akin to that of a man who was out for blood.
It was only then that Savin was able to see it again. A transparent crimson hue of a fluid like flame on Howard's right fist.
_What, it was real?_
This was about to moment of disaster right before the professor walked in.
"Everyone take your seats and Savin, follow me after class. I have some questions for you"
His verdict had been set impending and definitely not cancelled.
The classes themselves were just ordinary and afterwards he left with the professor and answered the questions, mostly about his accident and the content he needed to cover.
Thereafter, he left school grounds.
The atmosphere was cold and and unwelcoming that evening. There was a lot of mist on the streets but the rain still clung to the clouds.
Savin didn't have an umbrella but he had his yellow overcoat so he nevertheless left for his house.
It had began to drizzle when he heard a voice from behind him.
His steps got got heavier as the voice came closer. He thought of running but he knew that things had to be settled on that day.
The clouds hung low on that particular day and there was very little sunlight on the dim and damp streets. Very people were present on the street to witness the event, however significant, that was about to occur.
"Hey tar face, where do you think you're going."
_I need to know what that red flame is_
He turned around to face his adversaries with a look of rebellion plastered on his face. He clenched his fists. It was time for war.
"Huh look at him. The foreign charcoal grew some balls." Howard spoke
"You know what's funny," he smirked, "the human brain has about 86 billion nerve cells but since you couldn't use any of them," he paused and took a breath, "you decided to get on my nerves."
_That should have done the trick_
Savin expected a look of disgust or hatred like before but this time something was different. There was one clear look on his face. Just one feeling he was expressing by those dead black pupils. It was dead on pure bloodlust.
A crimson transparent fluid like flame then appeared on his right arm. This time also different.
It was dark in color. Not the darkest shade of red but definitely darker. And it had lost some of its transparency.
The shot that Howard fired was instantaneous and precise. It was aimed for Savin's head.
Savin had already anticipated this right hook but it was just too fast and Savin too slow to dodge properly.
It knocked his jaw making his view blur into a starry scene of the street lights as he twirled with the momentum.
Lightning flashed and thunder banged as the rain above finally let go, lifting off a huge burden from the dark grey clouds above. The downpour had began.
Savin's body slammed into the damp sidewalk face first followed by the sudden rain.
His sight spiraled slower and slower and it got even more blurred by the rain drops as tried to collect his thoughts.
A deep emotion surged within him turning his heart into a blazing furnace.
Howard had gotten close and picked up the broken Savin by the collar as he raised his hand preparing for another swing.
The rest of Howard's gang went up in laughter, laughing at the weak boy in front of them.
Only then did he see it. Underneath the drenched hair of the trouble making injured puppy was a raw emotion burning in full force and not just mere embers.
It was hatred. Savin hated himself: For being weak; for being helpless; for never being enough; for never fitting in; for being different; for being... him
The fact that Savin would still not put on a face of fear made Howard even more furious.
He dropped a blow... and another... and another... and another. They just came coming.
And at some point Savin's hatred was gone. Completely replaced by another emotion. That emotion made him shed tears. The tears continuously flowed and were wiped by the rain. His vision was a complete blur and his eyes were partially hidden behind his soaked smooth hair.
He had completely let go: Of the feeling in is arms; of his tension; of his fatigue; of his pain; of his pride; and even of his hatred.
The feeling blocking out all his senses, was the feeling of helplessness.
Each time he received a blow he sank even deeper into this emotion and at some point he had numbed out everything.
Then he thought, "I... I once," He coughed and Howard halted the assault, "I heard a quote that said... the ironic tragedy of life is that life can only be lived forward but only makes sense in reverse. Its like walking into the future backwards so we only see the past."
These words he had never heard before but... how did he know them.
It's true that these words he had never heard before or at least... not yet.
These very words shook his entire being sending life back to his nerves and rejuvenating his conscience. He could suddenly remember... tomorrow.
His brain went into a sudden state of pain and shock as a sudden mass of information flowed into his brain. Like dropping a tsunami as a single drop into a garden hose, trying to fill the ocean.
He suddenly had a flash of memories invading his psyche and his body couldn't take it all. Especially since he had an accident just a bit prior.
What did the the brain decide to do then? It split the data taking only a little bit and mashing the rest of it at another part of his brain to create a new personality.
A completely different conscience had been born into Savin's brain. A conscience that had witnessed the future. This was how a faulty regressor Savin had been born.
The mental pain was overridden by a sudden physical pain. The skin on the chest above his heart was aching. As if there was a hod rod pressed on his chest. This lifted the mental fog and stress he had.
This regressor's conscience then overwhelmed the body and had completely taken control of the present Savin.
Before the next blow could drop, Savin's left arm reached out and grabbed it.
This shocked the furious Howard but even before he could react a right hook to his jaw, instantly disconnecting it.
Nobody apart from Savin himself was able to capture the moments that unfolded a second later. The just suddenly saw a weak and feeble Savin standing on top of a beaten up Howard.
It was fully illuminated by the lightning flashing. When the thunder finally caught up, Savin was already upon the rest of his gang.
In the next flash of lightning, they were all down. The only one standing was Savin himself.
"Ha look at that. The feeble little scab can also win." He chuckled.
"I don't need to be perfect. I don't need fixing. Regardless of anything you say or do, I will keep moving. I will keep changing."
He picked up his bag and continued walking in the downpour.
He continued to walk in the rain. Alone, beaten, cold and scared but...
This time it was different. This time things were going to change.
He was going to fix his future.
He was going to fix his past.
He was going to change himself.