A Girl.

He closed his eyes, and there she was, flickering like she was made of candle-light. One second solid, the next insubstantial, as if her grip within the universe was inconsistent and unsure.

She reminded him of someone, of a long forgotten dream, one that he could only grasp at fleetingly, before she faded away...

...

So far away, a man's malicious mouth twisted into a cruel self satisfied smile as he stared with greedy eyes upon his masterpiece.

It had begun.

The blue lights began to spin, creating small beams of light to flicker against the walls of the sealed room like blue flame, homing in on the only being in the whole of reality with the double thud of a heartbeat... bringing him in.

Suddenly, his scarred face twisted into a frown, as another light appeared, then another, then another, single beams of solid white, 6 of them in total, 6 somethings new.

"What?" he snarled "What is going on?"

But he couldn't answer himself as his sleek shiny silver machine began to whirr and beep and flash, totally uncontrollable.

Smoke began to pour forth from the underside of the mechanics, and the man screamed in anguish and began to frantically twist knobs and press buttons, trying desperately to cage the beast he had released.

He was forced to step back, the pressure in the regulator was too great, he couldn't control his machine, his creation, product of months spent underground, stealing components and fusing wires.

"Stop," he pleaded, uselessly, cowering against the wall, one of the beams concentrated onto his face, illuminating the terror shown there.

As if responding, the machine emitted a loud, drawn out squeal and imploded; with devastating effects for a teenage girl, walking home to her parents, and changing her world forever.