Team Prime - Volume 1

Episode 2: Chapter 1 - Complaints and Truths

I wake up to see a window
Multiple windows
Red Green Blue
I see... colors
Flashing colors

I see... movement 
Men Women Consoles
I see them 
They do not see me

Chatter
Panic
Confusion

I am here
I am not seen
I do not matter

Boss enters
He questions me
I reply but he never lets me finish
He commands me
Information is what he wants

ACCUMULATION OF PASSIVE AURA DETECTED
TIME SPACE WARPING IMMINENT
SEVEN AURA MASSES FOUND
ESTIMATED LOCATIONS DISPLAYED ON SCREEN
PASSIVE AURA APPROACHING ACTIVATION

Monotonous reply
They chatter amongst themselves
I am of no concern

So many people
Not a single care of how I feel
But it does not matter
I do not matter
I do not care
I can only obey

AURA MASS ACTIVATION AT FIFTEEN PERCENT
WARP AT ONE HUNDRED PERCENT
ACTIVATION RATE RAPIDLY CLIMBING
ESTIMATED TIME TO EVENT
SIX HOURS ELEVEN MINUTES TWO SECONDS
COUNTING

Someone...
Please...

ONE DAY EARLIER

[TIME 27:23:59]

[RATE 3%]

Trickling sweat. Rushing blood. Heavy breathing.

After school practice has not changed. At this point of day, the sun's rays are hotter but that doesn't stop me. I've practiced under these conditions more times than I can count. Too bad it's not a very exciting match.

Clear skies.

Two kids rushing me, trying to take the ball away from my feet. They're good. They've been keeping me pinned for the past few seconds, stopping from passing to my team while also attempting to steal the ball. They're good but not enough.

I could easily pass the ball to one of my teammates. The kids pinning me are too focused on the ball that they occasionally leave openings for me to get out and pass. But even if I do, none of my teammates are in any good positions. None of them are at my level of skill that they can adjust themselves to victory.

I could just make a maneuver so that I can get away from them. But we're way too close to the edge that I can't make any fancy moves without leaving the white line. I mean, I'm good enough to avoid that but it's not my style to play smart on some small fry.

I'll just outrun them. They think they've pinned me but I'm just matching their pace. I can easily run faster and just take the ball directly to the goal. Like right now.

I can just imagine them desperately trying to run after me. I run, dribbling the ball. The keeper looks like he doesn't know what he is doing. I kick the ball so hard that he could barely react.