Running back

Timebreaker 2

A hero.

As a child I thought that meant stopping villains in a bright flashy outfit where the hero always wins and in the end the bad guy turns good or dies.

I always thought the job was all sunshine and rainbows. You got to be overly cocky and shoot puns at the bad guy the whole time.

I thought it would be fun and I know we were all overjoyed to get a miraculous. But it wasn't all peachy pie for me.

Having the rabbit miraculous meant I could watch something terrible happen from any time that any person experienced, over and over again.

It was more a curse than the black cat miraculous, the miraculous of destruction.

I knew all of histories mysteries and what would go on in the future.

I knew how Adrien would be betrayed, I knew he would die.

I didn't know everything but I knew enough to send me in to a pit of sadness.

Every time I thought about my friends, I thought about how their days were numbered.

Nino was going to die at 26 protecting Alya from a mugger, something Marinette couldn't magically fix, and believe me I watched her try to save him.

Over and over again.

Adrien had eight months left, two weeks after their wedding. He would fall at the hands of Soie Butterfly but his final cataclysm destroyed Soie and her akuma leaving nothing for Ladybug to fix.

Alya would fall at the hands of Volphina at 28, 2 years without Nino, when Lila stole the moth miraculous from Marinette after she discovered her identity.

Lila would fall two days later at the hands of Amelie (Adrien's aunt) after Lila failed to return the miraculous to her.

Chloe had a year and a half left, she drowned after being knocked out by some kidnapper, then he dropped her into the river. It was an awful way to die.

The others had similar deaths, all of them young, except for me, Marinette, Kim, Luka, Max, Sabrina, and Juleka.

The worst part being I couldn't intervene, couldn't save them, I've tried, countless times. 

I was dreaming of their deaths that I'd watched on repeat hundreds of times. My eyes popped open to see an unfamiliar ceiling, one with a pizza slice on it.

I sat up looking around. "Kim?", I spoke. It was dark and it was just me.

I was alone.

My head jerked around until I saw a door. I got up and opened it slowly, peaking inside.

I saw Kim, head in his hands, but my gaze didn't stay on his guilty form. It instead landed on the many bottles on his nightstand.

My eyes widened and I was immediately brought to a flashback.

"Kim if you want to be a professional sports player you should never drink", I said to a 15 year old Kim.

"If you want to be a professional skater then you can't drink either", Kim said. It was odd for us to have such grown up conversations.

We were at the park and talking about our futures and about drinking, what the heck.

"You pinky promise you won't drink?", I asked, sticking out my pinky. "I promise", Kim said, grabbing my pinky with his.

I snapped back to reality tears starting to brim my eyes. Apparently Kim's promise meant a lot.

I walked out of his house, at two am. In the dark, alone. Because that's when I finally realized.