Savin's step crashed with detrimental impact force as he dashed up the stairs. He didn't have the patience to unlock the door so he disengaged it with a heavy blow of the foot.
He rushed to the kitchen and took a glass of water.
It fidgeted along with his fingers as he tried to fill it with tap water.
He raised it to his lips to drink but the throbbing pain struck once again in his head making him shatter the glass to pieces and sinking fragments onto his palm.
There was a voice in his head it was rough and creaky. It said;
[Saaavin. You're weak. Just let me in Savin. You've already seen what I can do Savin so let me help you. Take my hand.]
It was a power struggle and Savin was on the losing end.
He couldn't bear the throbbing pain in his head and wanted all of it to go away. Dilemma is he didn't want to give up control to this imposter.
It was a do or die situation.
He banged his feet along the ground as he headed to his bedroom.
He had begun losing consciousness and his view was already blurry.
He desperately searched around the room.
_Where us it_
"Come on where's the damn thing!"
He finally laid his eyes upon it.
It was on the floor next to the bed.
He jumped to it grabbing it and strapping it around his neck.
He then tightened it's grip and allowed no space for loosening.
His belt was all that was standing between him and death.
He could tell that the future Savin's core had something to do with the mark embedded on his chest.
It closely resembled an hourglass. The mark of a regressor and his core.
Only Some of the future Savin's memories had managed to slip in and he didn't want anymore.
_Just a little while longer_
The situation got a bit more bearable with every second but his grip remained unwavering.
The pressure buildup at the beck then rapidly started retracting. He was winning.
As it subsided, it got harder for Savin to stay conscious as the pressure buildup forcing oxygen to his head was retracting.
He tried his best to hold on bit his hands gave out last second enabling him a brief meeting with his future self.
He looked like Savin but more mature and gloomy. He likely had a broken personality driving his life by a single vendetta.
[Past Savin, you're world is going to be destroyed soon.
I was sent here to fix the past but because you have rejected me, I'll simply have to watch from the sidelines as you and the rest of the people crumble.]
_I don't care about your frickin advice. Just shut up and let me live it my own way.
There's no way that the world would end, because I'm here_
They're meeting was ending as future Savin was being dragged back into his core.
Savin returned to the real world and let go of the belt completely as he let his fatigued arms rest.
His entire body was fidgety, his breathing was erratic, he had goosebumps all over and his brain has been oxygen starved even though it was only for a second.
He let go of all feeling as he slumped over on the ground, fast asleep.
Meanwhile future Savin was finally fully absorbed into the core, he grit his teeth and clenched his fists.
His plan had gone to schmits.
But then he felt something strange.
There was something there besides himself.
Another anomaly.