Jason's Ultimate Revenge
By Jason Granado

The year is 2023, and the world surrounding Jason is dark and bleak. Each new day bring forth torment and agony beyond the comprehension of anyone’s psyche. As he lies in bed at night, visions of his past flood over him with enough force to rival that of the Ion bomb. Flashes of history transcending time and space to form the nightmarish reality of his future.

It has taken him 10 years worth of research and studying but he has created the ultimate form of payback. Using the information provided unknowingly by great minds like Stephen Hawkins and Albert Einstein, he has given birth to the doorway thru time itself. No longer are the events of the past unchangeable, no longer is he bound by the laws of physics and reality, he has found a way to conquer life itself; much to the dismay of the divine centerpiece [God} herself.

Jason takes a few minutes to plan his course of action, though he knows it by heart for it has been within his every waking thought. He knows exactly what he needs to do, and who to do it to; all is ready and now his time to revenge against those who have tormented his life shall finally come to pass.

He climbs aboard the spherical device, which he calls the "Jonus", a name chosen from the child that never was given life, denied existence by all who surround Jason's life. Denied existence by himself, a paradox that Jason has spent years trying to comprehend and understand, yet fails to grasp as of today.

He checks all the systems to ensure that everything is functioning nominally. The cold fusion power source which grants life to his creation, Jonus his unborn child shall be the undoing of all, its unbirth secured forevermore. As the systems all come up ready, Jason begins the launch sequence, the low hum of the cold fusion generator almost a lullaby to his ears. It takes Jonus several minutes to warm up and gather enough energy to create the rift thru time that it shall slide through. In the time, Jason thinks of his past, wondering what exactly he did wrong all his life to drive him to this point in time. What could drive a man to do what he is about to accomplish? and accomplish he shall for there is no return trip. The cold fusion packs shall be depleted as they had in his test runs of the prototype "Hannah", named after his daughter who was taken from his life after her birth. A life he has never known, though created from the fruitless love affair with her mother.

Jonus' systems beep to let Jason know that it is prepared to unleash its all to service its master and creator. Jason opens a pack of Marlboro reds, the very addiction that has disintegrated his lungs and caused him great pain. As he reaches for the last cigarette in the pack, his lucky cigarette, he thinks how ironic it has been that his only constant friend is the one who has slowly been killing him, eating away at the very walls of his throat and lungs. He feels it appropriate that he should be with this friend during his last minutes of life.

As he takes his first drag off the cigarette he pushes the little red flashing button that ignites the retrograded engines, firing up the agent of death. And in a whispered breath right before the full energy of Jonus is unleashed he says, "From hells gate I stab at thee, from hells door I spit my last breath at thee." The line spoken by Kahn in Star Trek 2: The wrath of Kahn. And in that moment hell itself is unleashed as God herself witnesses one of her own children of light accomplishing an act accomplished by herself and her alone.

The sphere rises inches off the ground, on a cushion of air generated by the aura of the temporal bubble, which shall carry it away to a distant time. The air hums with the force of power generated by Jonus and its cold fusion engines. The cold fusion energy wave combining with the temporal wave eminating from the Chronix Coil that he himself helped create for the government, a mistake he later regretted during the ordeal with Amalgam Enterprises. It was at that time where he had to choose between being handed his every desire or do what he felt was right... he made his choice but like all great decisions, this one came with a price. Amalgam Enterprises, using their vast resources and led by his very father, erased his very existence. His years of service to the word, his great Nobel Peace Prize winning discoveries, his life... all gone in an instant. One lesson that humanity has never learned is that it looses its humanity when it depends too heavily on technolgy, this is a lesson that Jason learned the hard way; and a lesson the world will never learn by his recreations. In the sphere Jason checks the systems, making sure that nothing goes wrong.

Jason's cat, Frodo, looks curiously from afar as the sphere rose from the ground. Its hairs standing and its claws retracted ready to defend itself from anything if need be. The hind legs of the feline are tight, prepared to run if it has to. All Frodo knows is that its owner, the giver of food and occasional belly rubs went inside and hasn't returned.

Frodo witnesses what many believed to be impossible, as the sphere glows with a bluish light. Wave upon wave of temporal energy is released from the craft as it prepares to jump thru time, each pulse of energy getting stronger and stronger, carrying with it the sound of air being pushed aside. Frodo watches from under the dining room/kitchen table as the temporal rift begins to form before the sphere.

The rift, now half the size of the sphere looks like a lighted ribbon being pulled apart by the hands of God herself. Jason looking from within the craft sees the temporal portal beyond the rift, energy passing to and fro, forming a spiraling tunnel thru time. As the tachyons and tertrazons fueling the rift increase their intensity, the rift explodes larger, enough to allow the craft easy access to the temporal tunnel beyond, also known as a "Wormhole".

The craft slowly moves forward into the wormhole, stopping momentarily at the event horizon as if the will of God were trying to keep its descent into the void. As Jason increases the flow of energy the craft enters the wormhole effortlessly.

From the moment of entry the craft has spiraled down the tunnel of light, traveling at the speed of light. As Jason travels down this tunnel he can't help but laugh at fools like Einstein who said that faster than light travel was impossible. Jonus, a creation that was told would never happen, that was said to be physically impossible, rips thru the very fabric of space and time. Jason thinks back on all the impossibilities that he has made possible, his discovery of Chronix being the greatest, all fantastic things that could have possibly brought peace to the world, but instead was used as a weapon to end lives. This above all else he could not allow to happen, and he will do whatever it takes to end it.

Jason was disappointed, having had expectations of seeing time moving backwards, is catered to nothing more than a light show as living energy bounces off the walls of the wormhole. The sphere rocks as it reaches pockets of Anti-temporal space, aspects of time that never should have been; like his very existence that should have ended decades ago on the rooftops. A life that was never intended to continue yet by the grace of the Devil was allowed to go on in torment and suffering.

What seems like an eternity in reality takes the same amount of time you take to blink an eyelash. The man who dared to dream and has had every single one of them shot down quicker than a USA plane over foreign territory, witnesses as he arrives back in 1979. Jason is home again.

Having arrived exactly where he intended to do, all he needs to do now is complete his mission and take his ultimate revenge. He sees a young man walking down the streets of the South Bronx, unaware of the act of violence he is about to unleash into the world. Jason exits the sphere and spots the man walking across the street, Jason is amaze how small-minded the New Yorkers truly are, as a sphere of metal appears out of nowhere and no one seems to even notice, yet honk when they notice they cannot pass around it.

Jason, gun in hand walks slowly towards the man who shall one day be his father; and without hesitation at all pulls the trigger. The bullet cuts thru the air, pushing its way through the space once occupied by air molecules and pollution. Before the young man even notices what has happened the bullet punches its way into his skull, ripping away at the gray matter of his brain and forcing it out the other end. Before he drops to the ground 3 more rounds find their mark within the young man's skull, ripping more of the gray matter until he is more than just brain-dead.

As the pool of blood begins to flow like a River, Jason steps towards the dead man lying on the ground, watching as his body twitches; the last sparks of electricity dissipating from the brain causing the muscles to spasm in a mockary of life. With a smile of defiance and completion Jason runs to the Jonus hoping to beat the temporal shift that shall erase his existence. Before he can reach the craft, as the crowd of people shouting and screaming over the massacre of this "innocent" man, Jason's very atoms are ripped from him. It is no slow process, as each of his atoms are split apart.

Time itself is paused, as this paradox confuses the fabrics of reality itself. How can someone who does not exist prevent his own birth from happening? Jason, existing somewhere in the cosmos feels great joy for one-second, forever forced to relive his life within the waking life of his last thought before oblivion... Somewhere in the expanse of tomorrow a tear is shed for no one that ever existed, and in that same time a cat stares out a window watching the cars go by.