OoN: out of nowhere

Three

          He threw the three into the bin. He fucking threw it.

          I never would've entrusted him the three: the gnome, goldfish, and hourglass - I would never even show it all to him - if I knew this would happen.

          If I did.

          It was as if time stopped, then went on but very slowly. I couldn't contain my blood. It's boiling real hard. I feel it inside. I can feel it heating up every inch of my body, tearing up the inside - the veins, the ears, the everything - into bulging anger and fury I can feel it reaching my head, my heart, my hands, my feet, my chest I can feel the beating of my heart go faster, the heat in my head even hotter. I know I will. Soon enough.

          I'll explode.

          This fucking piece of shit knew what I was capable of doing when people hit my nerve, and he still did it. Right in front of my face. Right in front of my cup of tea.

          "A war. Let's do it."

          I had always imagined that when a war was to come, it would be in battleships, twice that planet's size. Or even bigger. I fucking want crusher ones, the ones that just pass by a whole 9 yards of space, in space, and destroy a whole lot of ships, ranging between 400 to 10,000, all of them exploding in the distance like sparks in the body of a welded iron rod. The galaxy would light up with beams of gunfires, cannonshells and whatnot, and the littlest of ships would come swirling through debris and outskill other ships and tear them to pieces, letting out clouds of dust and puffs of ambient bright green fire as they do.

          The nations would come up to ally, or not, or even go against each other to represent the planet for a stupid Fighter Nation Award. I always hated nonsense reasons for things, but it was never in my least of expectations that not one, not two, not three, but all other countries would fight over an award like a group of nursery students going the extra mile of attention seeking and loud voices to be the teacher's next favorite. They would babble, they would rumble. They would make faces. They would go places. Unfortunately for the rich ones, as common in a school setting, they have the power, all the time that no one is there to dare destroy their momentum of being the alpha. Except, when the intelligent ones come in.

          When I come in.

          I have the skill. The knowledge. The abilities. The intelligence. The wisdom. The mindset. The thinking. The authority. The superiority. 

          The power.

          I had everything, and through this everything I had not destroyed more than a thousand planets through the lifetime I've spent in space. 

          I had made them all mine, and a million more of them at that.

          Bru. The place I call my earth. My natural soil. My place of volition and origin. Of home.

          It was the place I felt most carefree in. Even before I had made this ship of mine my safe space, I had always made love to the ever grace of the ever changing planet, now a trapezoid, to the extent of being

          the only person to have existed out of all the Ones.

          Many things I couldn't comprehend even with me being so close and affectionate to it, but the place itself was the landscape I grew up in. Which molded me to being like this. And for it to just be ruined to pieces with a single drop of the red matter, I couldn't get enough hatred inside myself. I exploded.

          I exploded countless times before, but they were smaller explosions. I hadn't seen anyone else explode, but I knew I could, and that was the only explosion I've only known all my life. Prior to completely exploding to dust and then coming back to life again, I see stars. Galaxies.

          And life.

          Life like me. Upright, with limbs, a face and a body. I never thought I'd see someone else. Everyone else, in that sense. There were others.

          So I wondered and wondered while I was alone in that planet with all its insects and its landscapes, about the universe—I didn't knew there were a lot at the time, I thought it was only a star group that existed—and about life I've seen, and have always seen before exploding, until a ship sized like a bedroom lamp hovered above my planet, made a drop of some kind of red liquid solution that, as it reached the ground and made it wet with its composition, the land soon fractured. Every bit of matter and every corner of the planet, every thing was dismantled until not a single trace of Bru was left in the face of space. I exploded with it, and I felt like it was the biggest explosion I ever have exploded yet. It was always so random, and when it came, the thought of me dying and Bru leaving me alone as its scarcely dust faded, it was awful big. 

          I did not know where and when I exploded, but when I opened my eyes, I was in a ship. A chunk of its roof torn, its occupants panicking about looking for oxygen until they writhed and died, the ship made me a guest. I stood there, a few seconds still wondering, like "Huh, I must've exploded and materialized in this same ship. Look at that asshole of a roof."

          And now I'm here, about to wage a war on a supposed ally party, without the ships and the soldiers I've harvested, just me and him, and each our comrades in the room. All I'm saying is I feel like this is the last explosion I'll ever be making, and that after this, I'm dead. This explosion will be fucking worth it, I always hated his turdface anyway.