Sins of Years Passed

Calm washes over Lincoln as he passes into what could amount to limbo, opening his eyes slowly. White fills his vision, He's greeted to an open expanse of pure emptiness. It had taken an act of pure self-destruction to get here, to get their attention. A solitary figure now sits in nothingness, staring at the guest in its domicile with intrigue.

It seems to give Lincoln a once over, taking in the white-haired man's presence. it's expression becoming a mix of fascination and annoyance, not doubt confused why one of its playthings is trying to gain its attention. It seems to beckon him over, snapping its fingers to summon him a seat. An odd display of power for simple task, a perplexing action.

Lincoln has seen many things in his thirty-eight years of being a "vault hunter", seeing things that would and have driven people to madness. His predecessor had succumbed to what has been dubbed "Vault hunter Madness Syndrome" and is currently hauled up in a cave somewhere with an artificial intelligence and a weird obsession with the colour blue.

The very being sitting before him, had warned him against taking this job before he even joined it. Not that he had headed the warning, being dead set on his mission. Thirty-eight years of pain, war, torture and insanity had allowed him to be right where he wanted to be, with leverage need to right the wrongs of his past. Lincolns plan may be foolhardy, bordering on insane. He is getting ready make a deal with a being of unimaginable power, a creator.

Creators are for all intensive purposes, omnipotent and omniscient builders of the very fabric of existence. Lucky for Lincoln, He is the creators favourite vault hunter.

"You know that if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask. I think kamikazeing into a star and detonating it was going little overboard…Not that is wasn't entertaining but again, you could have just asked to talk" The creator says, smiling sadistically

"I had to get your undivided attention, what better way than wiping out myself and a small, mostly uninhabited solar system" Lincoln responds plainly, not wanting to get caught in one of the creator's tricks or mind games

"How can I help you and what will you give me to help you?" It responds, intrigued that his creation would go to such lengths

"My offer is that I am willing to blow all three hundred and fifty-three favours. What I want is to go back in time to change the past and save my family" Lincoln states, looking at the creator

"That can be done. Buuuut, you can't save them all. One person has to die, no negotiation. Sorry Linc, Dems the rules bucko. If you want I can let you choose who die or I can pick somebody at random" The creator says, picking its nails in a bored fashion

"You're a bastard, but fine. Can you pick somebody who's death will have the least negative impact on my family? I also have some of my own terms" Lincoln says, growling angrily at the entity before him

"Ballsy. Considering I don't have to allow you to go back. What are your terms and why should I let you have them" The creator asks, growing slightly irritated by his impudence

"I want to keep my echo device and some of my gear. Including my action skill and access to my bank account. As to why I should be allowed these things, so I can fuck up the bastard who murdered half my family. I know who it was, and I find it I want to kill him and set his head on a pike in your honour" Lincoln responds angrily, his eyes blazing with fury that the entity had only seen a handful of times in the white-haired man's career

"Counter offer, I will let you keep one weapon, two grenades, your echo device, a shield and let you have limited access to your bank account. Sound reasonable?" The creator offers, extending his hand to seal the deal

"What's the catch?" Lincoln counters, trying to think of any trick or screw over the entity could throw at him

"No catch what so ever" It says, obviously lying through its teeth

Lincoln thinks for a moment, staring down the entity. A minute passes, the creator begins to pull its hand away. Lincoln thrust his hand into the being's hand, accepting the deal. He knows from experience that this will probably be the best offer he's going to get, so he has to take what he can get

"I'm going to regret this but fine we have a deal"

"Excellent, see you on the other side. Remember, if you screw up. I am not sending you back a second time. Time travel once is already a pain in the ass, be glad I am letting have this chance. So don't fuck it up" The creator says, raising its other hand

Before Lincoln is able to speak, it snaps its fingers with a resounding snap. Lincoln's vision goes dark, his soul seeming to be torn from his body as he is thrown through time.

Lincoln wakes to searing pain in his left leg, the flames licking at his heels. The harsh smell of burning wood and ash stings his nose. The boy remembered this scenario, almost forty years ago for him but it still played over in his head. This was the day he'd lost most of his family, a fate almost impossible to change. What he most certainly noticed is that he's in his eleven year old body.

"No catch my fucking ass. Lying Bastard" Lincoln says as the pain in his leg begins to worsen

This is his second chance, he must act fast. The pain radiated up his leg, the heat of the flames licking at his heels. He twists his body, resisting the urge to gag at the sight of his own flesh bubbling and splitting open to reveal bone.

"Ugh!" The boy grunts, sending out a kick into the beam trapping his leg

Upon freeing himself, the boy stands on his good leg. He wipes the soot from his face, coming face to face with a wall of flame. With the decades of experience now resting at the back of his now eleven-year-old brain, he steels himself to venture forth deeper into the burning home.

As opens his echo devices holographic interface, he selects a pyro shield to protect himself from the flames. A blue sheen covers his form, allowing him to wander through the flames unharmed. He shoves his way towards his parent's room, his progress impeded as the house crumbles around him. His blocks the burning debris hitting him with forearms, the shield holding steady as he reaches his parents door.

"Mom" The boy shouts, bashes open the burning barrier separating him from his mother

He hears a woman cough as the door is thrown off its hinges, crashing to the floor a burning mess. He steps into the room, his eyes struggling to make out the weak form of his mother. He rushes over to her, Seeing her struggle for breath

"Mom! Come on, we need to leave" The boy pleads, helping the woman to her feet "The others are safe, don't worry"

The boy leads the way through the wild flames, hissing under his breath as his mother's weight makes him lean on his bad leg. With a swift kick to the front door, the duo makes it to the front lawn to see the rest of the family, sans the loud patriarch.

"LINCOLN! MOM!" Lori shouts, rushing over to her injured family members

"Look after mom, she needs more help than I do" Lincoln says, waving off his big sister.

Lincoln's eyes scan the watching crowd, carefully considering each person until he spots an aged man blending with the crowd. The man's eyes glared at him, burning anger as he watches the loud boy

"There you are" Lincoln mutters under the piercing wail of the emergency vehicles

Lincoln feels a blanket touch his shoulders, pulling his attention to the paramedic that was trying to pull him towards the ambulance. As the boy looks back to the crowd, the aged man is gone from where he'd been standing.

"I'll see you soon, old friend" Lincoln mutters sarcastically as he's loaded into the ambulance alongside his mother

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