Waking up, Xavier thought it was all just a dream. He was back where he started but the mirror in front of him reflected back an image of him coated in blood and flesh. The voice in his mind was repeating, tick, tock, time is running out...
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Tick Tock
Science FictionSpark. Crackle. Flash. Xavier studied the peculiar, metal object in front of him. Every time he made contact with it, it repeated the same pattern. Spark. Crackle. Flash. He edged closer and had a glimpse of something. Something to be... (A Short St...
