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//break.Away()//The point of withdrawal

//Chapter One//Find.your.way

//Break away//Break apart//You know you can//So//Why do you not?//-Br0k3n

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It was an average day. Or so they thought.The men, each clad in black, were waiting for something.He knew they were, the little boy waiting in his bedroom.The boy was near the age of seven years, almost eight. He was concerned as to the reason why his parents were talking to them. Was he in trouble, he wondered? Perhaps he had done something wrong?

He had no idea.

Let's jump back to four days before this little incident, into a hick town four hundred and forty-four thousand, four hundred forty-four miles away. Something strange, very, very strange happened that day. Something that did not make any sense to any observers, none at all. It was, as it could be said, a once-in-a-lifetime event.

For once, the very core of the universe broke.

It was a super-seismic event; almost like an earthquake but further, shaking further than just the core of the Earth. Multidimensional cores and strands shook, some ripping, some cracking, some breaking. Many of these places weakened greatly, enough to allow glimpses through to other places; harsh wastelands, lush forests, heavenly sky-islands. Enough, in fact, that scientists from several of these places, including Earth - or our Earth, as we know it - were baffled as to how this could happen. Antimatter studies went down the drain as the antimatter from each study spat out objects; trucks, gas cans, refrigerators - in some cases, highly unstable matter, which immediately exploded, wrecking these experiments forever.

But that wasn't all, and it was certainly not just a random event.

In four of four trillion-trillion-trillion dimensions, links began to emerge from the broken fibers of the universe. These links each ran to eachother and to other worlds, several of these links going to one world each, but most fraying and spreading nodes across vast spreads of worlds. Fourteen of these links would end up on or near our own Earth, and twenty-eight of them near our closest related dimension, four of them connected directly in a roundabout way like a vast intranet.

In eight out of eight million-million dimensions connected directly to all four intranets, about four hundred billion kilometers-to-the-eighth-power away from the fifth one, there was the source dimension of this breakage. Forty-four mega-quantum computers were doing intense calculations on the results of a test being done with four power-gates that Stephen Almaré was managing in an underground lab. Let us listen into his conversation with himself, because indeed, he was talking to another of his selves, Steve Alan.

"Why exactly are we doing this again?" Steve asked him, for he was not the brightest of doppelgangers, even if he was an original elsewhere.

"I'm trying to prove that sudooxizdomegaquatranbits exist on a sub-nanomic level," Stephen easily said. Steve had no clue what sudooxizdomegaquatranbits were, nor could he wrap his head around a word the size of China. Not that his head quite exactly existed.

"Ah," Steve replied. "And...why?"

Stephen stopped for a minute in his rigorous stare at the primary monitor screen for all these computers' output to glare at the moronic Steve.

"So I can prove that other WORLDS exits, that YOU exist, that I'm not crazy, and that I can actually DO things!" Stephen says, with rising volume and tone. Steve shuts up. Several computers start squawking, bringing Stephen back to the task at hand. His eyes scan over the computers in questions' monitors. His eyes light up.

"Eureka! I've found i-"

And then, Stephen's lab exploded, taking him and the metaphysical Steve's not-body with it, as well as any evidence that other worlds existed but a short-lived quantum tunnel that sucked in anything left of his massive arsenal of computational soldiers, except for just one small chip of crystalline matter, swept away by the back-flow of the hole closing.

//Chapter Two//The.Beginning.Of.The.End

//Find your way, you know you can!//Your journey begins now.//Let the wind guide you, and the sparks of your adventurous heart burn!//You and you alone can feel the true essence of adventure!//-Adventurous Wanderer

//Place: 444 25th Avenue Southeast, Ocala, Florida//Time: Six and a fifth years after the event//Focus: 31st Floor, Sunny Shores Apartment Building

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It was a sunny afternoon in the small apartment on the thirty-first floor of the Sunny Shores apartment building. Samuel Luckow was exactly fourteen years old, but his birthday was yet to happen for another few hours, due to time constraints and full workdays. Patience was not a virtue he had, although he was polite about it. It always seemed as though he had to wait on everyone; like everyone else drove at a measly forty miles-per-hour while he drove at seventy. Still, he was polite enough to leave a map for those who he accidentally left in the dust.

From morning to sundown, Samuel was a fast-paced person. He got up fast, he got dressed fast, he even got to school a good fifteen minutes faster than anyone else. Sometimes he even got there early enough to have a chat with his science teacher before school started, or talk with the security guard about recent events in the news. Very rarely was he late, if he was, it was also highly likely for him to get to the next place with more time than expected. He was, all in all, a fast-paced person with no time to waste on unimportant tasks. So, it was just as much a surprise to Samuel as anybody else that, while running errands and chatting with everyone he knew, he stopped to look at something he never would have looked at before. In fact, he looked at something that nobody else saw.

Standing in the middle of the crowd of bustling pedestrians and tourists was a small, black creature or thing, shaped like a strange letter-A. Actually, after looking closer at it, Samuel could tell it was not, in fact, standing. It was floating, and schedule be damned, it was looking at Samuel!

He very quickly hurried back into the grocery store, getting strange looks from several shoppers.

Come on, Sam. You aren't superstitious, and there's no way that could possibly have really happened. Get on home and get those groceries in the fridge!

Hurrying a bit faster than usual, Samuel is greeted by the familiar sight of his apartment building not too far from him. Letting out an audible sigh, about to slow down his racing heart, he sees yet another, this time almost scaring him into dropping his groceries. Almost as soon as he sees it, he turned the other way to go down the back path. It looked like a floating letter-Y.

Shit, eff, damn! What the hell is going on!? Samuel thinks. Finding himself surrounded on both paths, he heads back down the main path, to find himself surrounded on that one too. The boulder lining of the path was too high to climb over, and he didn't think there was anybody there, or they would have heard him running. The only choice left was to stand and fight, whatever they were didn't matter. Setting the bags on the ground, he looks around for the impending advance of whatever these things were.

And yet, nothing happened.

Baffled, Samuel looked around for the...things. He didn't even know what they were. And yet, even though he was sure they had been there, they weren't there now. Feeling unnerved, Samuel heads into his apartment, making sure to deadbolt the door. Putting away the groceries, he sits down on a chair in his living room, plunking his arms and head down on the coffee table.

Phew...now that was weird. I don't even know what the hell those things were, or if that even really happened. I mean, honestly, it almost feels like a dream. A weird, paranoid, creepy dream, but a dream nonetheless.

Samuel flops over, staring at the ceiling, as though the white plaster held the answer. Finding nothing, Samuel finally decides to just let it go. Turning on the TV, he flips through infomercial after infomercial, eventually drifting to sleep.

It wasn't very hard for Samuel to fall asleep. In fact, it almost felt like something was helping him into the realm of dreams. Tortured by strange half-dreams, he didn't notice it when several creatures similar to the ones he had seen before flew in the window of his bedroom, swarming into and around the living room. Several shapes could be almost-seen in the air as intra-dimensional fibers shook, the events six and a fifth years before becoming quite obvious once again. Samuel woke up, feeling the massive turbulence, yet he was too late. A quantum tunnel once again opened, the first on our Earth in about six years. To anybody looking, it was as if the air was shimmering around the middle of the building, like a mirage. A pop resounded, then a bang, catching every ear in thirty miles. Samuel Luckow was no more.