Daminion

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Daminion had reached where he had to reach. He had finally come to where he was supposed to be.
In front of him towered a great mountain. Yet it wasn't one. He could see. See that it was constructed by man.
Stone had instructed him about what to do. All he had to do was place his hand flat on this mountain. Every thing else was taken care off, it seemed.
He now had to proceed to save the world.
The second he placed his hand on it, the entirety of the structure hissed.
Sucked in air from every angle. Loudly. It were as though the mountain took in it's first breath in a century.
A door slid open and Daminion walked in. The first person to breath in this place in over a hundred years. His clothes still flailed in the draft. The place was vaccum sealed, he realized. Not even air was allowed in for all this time.
The entrance opened up to large room, white walls and ceiling, hosting a great machine. To Daminion, it looked like nothing more than a large cylindrical tank, all black.
But he knew, this was Earth's last hope.
Daminion stood in front of it a while longer. He wasn't able to settle everything in his mind yet. What he needed, was closure.
He remembered his parents, not much, but how much ever he could. How he loved them, how they loved him. How he still did not know what his dad's last words were.
Daminion remembered.
He remembered how he met Cristina, a sister every brother would kill for. How she helped him in school. And then went on to help him everywhere.
He remembered.
How, on his twelfth birthday, he realized that his family needed money. That they were barely living. He remembered, how he sold his body to a man that promised him money. How easy he was to hustle.
He remembered.
How painful every night was then. How he hid everything from his sister and parent. How he tried to go to school every morning, and then the 'white place' every night.
He remembered, that it was to Science that he sold his body to. That he was being experimented on everyday. Painfully.
He remembered, that he cried himself to sleep, telling himself it didn't matter. He was being paid. And they believed that it was through his small school job.
He remembered. He remembered.
How slowly six months went by, and then he was hit on the head and taken away.
He remembered, how then four years went by, when he neither knew, when night had fallen, or day had dawnwed. He knew of nothing but pain. Voices all around him came and went. Yet, his pain never wained.
Daminion remembered.
How he met Dr. Stone, and how he ended it all. He had rescued him, and helped him meet his sister again.
He remembered, how he spent the next month in a hospital. Still thinking that it was all a dream. And that he would soon wake up, and find himself back in that white room. Strapped tightly to a white bed.
He remembered, how he started working for Dr. Stone, and how life moved on again. He remembered how he was told that he was envied, that he could still live after all that. How he could still move on.
Daminion remembered.
How then world peace was threatened, how he saw the world go mad, how he walked through death.
How he heard his Stone die, how he saw his sister dead.
And now, there was nothing more to remember.

.............

Three minutes now.
Three minutes for the world to end.
All Daminion had to do was press that large button in front of him. A simple task. An easy one.
But his hand wouldn't budge.
All he wanted now, was the world to end. All he could think of now, were reasons not to save everything.
But he blinked them all away.
He had given his word to push that button, and push that button he would.

He took a deep breath, and lifted his hand.