"I did it!"
The little girl looked at her father. 9 years old, and yet she had just assembled a scientific instrument that only her father and her could even comprehend. The device looked very odd, an amalgamation of Brass and some other black metal that was simply labeled "It" (as in Eye-Tee) on The periodic table. The two had worked together to assemble this machine.
The father looked at his daughter. He knew the energies he worked with probably affected his DNA but he never thought that it would give him such a genius daughter. And yet here she was. She was the favorite daughter of Europe, having fixed Big Ben alone at the age of 6 and reverse engineered a Train's entire system, figured out how they worked, then re-assembled it at 7. She was beyond human by all measures of intelligence and he knew if he raised her right, she could make amazing additions to The world.
They could hear in the house that a plate had shattered. The two walked away from the device, and as currently it hadn't built up enough Energy to be dangerous, forgot to turn it off.
They walked inside, the father immediately checking on his wife. She had dropped a plate and cut her finger a bit, small amounts of blood flowing out slowly. She looked up at him and smiled "Hey...can you get me something to clean this and cover it?"
He Nodded "Yeah, sure!" And After a while of helping her clean the plate and her hand, the family ate dinner and headed to bed.....
The father was woken up in a quick haze, looking at his wife as she shook him awake and pulled him up. In his lab there was a loud sound, and outside a large translucent red dome expanding. It looked to almost cover London itself. He ran down there, trying to turn it off. In doing this he realized that in her intelligence, Lucy had accidentally modified and improved the device, making this near impossible for him to stop because it was no longer his design. He ran upstairs to grab his daughter and brought her down to it. She was half asleep and confused but got to work. When her eyes widened she turned sprinting back for the house knowing the lab would be immune to the energies next move. But she was too slow.
The Machine exploded, The Man being thrown backwards, and his lab half burning and collapsing on him. As it did, The massive Orange-ish Red orb began to grow unstable, burning and eating away anything not mixed with the voids energy, Killing it all. Some places were safe, but Most materials and people disintegrated immediately, being erased with nothing but ash left. It began to Snow Ash, as the Man cleared himself of the rubble. His skin was charred, and very burnt away. But due to heavy experimentation he was saved from the Orb, as was his Lab. He weakly reached up and grabbed a wire, and a small battery of the energy he had created, connecting it from Veins to other veins to keep himself alive. The energy mixed with his blood, Gaining a Yellow glow. His eyes soon followed suit. He walked to where his house once was, looking around in horror. There was no Crater where the city once was. Just ashes for at least a half mile down with a few bones from those unlucky enough to have only half disintegrated due to the limited energy of the dome. Once making it to his house, He found an actual crater, it being secluded away from the city of London alone. And laying in the bottom he found half of his daughter's body. Her right arm, chest, and Head was all that remained. She only received half of the immunity her father had, and due to this, only was half protected. She wasn't dead, but both in a coma and on her way to it.
"This was my fault.....I failed you both. Failed everyone...." The energy spread through his body fully, re-energizing his muscles enough to lift her, and sit her corpse on his lap, as his voice now changed. "I will put you back together...."
That was the night that sealed the fate of the man, His family, And the world itself.
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Steamheart
FantasySteamheart is a story of a broken world. A corporation owns everything, And everyone loves it. The world is on its hind legs, and worst of all, Nobody can see it. Hope is left to a small time clock worker named Jason, a Frenchman with nothing left...