[ WP ] You have the unique ability to travel back in time.You plan to travel 13 years prior to the time where your father murders your mother.Unbeknownst to you , your father foresaw this and is prepared to stop you .

`` It ’ s been a while. ” 
 
 A low voice sounded from the far left corner of the living room. The groggy croak of ten thousand cigarettes sang along in harmony. I stopped. Looked towards the corner of the room where He was sitting. First I saw His shadow, cast long and tall on the wall behind him. The moon peaked in through the sixth story window of a small apartment in a suburb of Minneapolis. The wind was nowhere to be found. 
 
 Next I saw his cigarette, a lighter flash and flicking flame and smoke spins towards the ceiling. I ’ m feeling dizzy. It wasn ’ t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to be quick, a passionate act of unmolested vengeance. I have the remote. I know this. I know I have travelled back in time. I know what is supposed to happen. I am here to save my own world. I am here. 
 
 But so was he. Sitting there puffing away on his cigarette, big ass grin on his face, hand flick and ash falls and he leans back in his chair. 
 
 “ Cat got your tongue, kid? How the hell are ya? ” 
 
 Every word he said was echoing and bouncing through my head mingling with the blood pounding behind my eyes. I couldn ’ t see. How can this be happening? I have the remote. I travelled back in time. I am here to save my mother. I am here to save my mother. I am here to save my— 
 
 “ YOU KILLED HER! ” I heard myself scream, pulling out the 9mm pistol I had stolen from my foster mother, 13 years from now. My arm was shaking, shaking like a bomb about to burst. And I still can ’ t see. But I smell that cigarette smoke, and in my head, playing on a loop, the lighter flick and flash and there ’ s his face, hiding behind the cigarette smoke. And for an instant, half an instant there ’ s his face. Curly black hair falling off his head and smack on his shoulders and two eyes, only white, that ’ s all I see, just the white little holes on the face of the man who killed my mother. 
 
 I can ’ t see. Will I ever be able to see again? How can this be happening? I am here. I am in the year 2002. I travelled here from the year 2015. The man in front of me killed my mother. He will kill my mother. I don ’ t know, how can I know what is happening? I can ’ t see and the blood is in my head and now I am afraid. His ghost has haunted me for my entire life, that lighter flick flash and there ’ s his face, cigarette smoke. And here he is, a ghost come to life, whole and aware. Aware of me. He knew, and I know this must be proof that sin must be immortal. There is no other excuse for all this blood pounding in my head. Immortality falls on me and I shudder and fall and drop the gun and he ’ s there, lighter flick and flash and there ’ s his face, right in front of me. 
 
 “ Kid, what the hell is going on? What ’ s wrong with you? ” 
 
 I breath and blink and now I see the leg of the a table, the wood is dark brown. and I see him kneeling next to me, my father. That ’ s right. This is my father and he is going to kill my mother. I lurch up and my leg moves slow and heavy but I push off the ground and I am over him and I see his face, full face now, no more lighter flash and flick, this is no ghost. This is no ghost. I am here. I have the remote I am here— 
 
 “ I am here to kill you. ” 
 
 “ I know. ” 
 
 Then nothing, and I look at him and blink and he looks back and he opens his mouth to speak and then he sighs. 
 
 “ Look, kid. Give me 5 minutes to tell you why this needs to happen, five minutes, swear to god, that ’ s all I ’ m asking. ” 
 
 “ How did you know ” I hear myself say. I can ’ t remember if it was a question. 
 
 “ That ’ s what I am about to explain. Now if you would shut up and quit shaking so goddamned much I ’ d be real damn obliged. ” 
 
 Flick and flash and he lights another cigarette. 
 
 “ You can ’ t remember this but you have been here before. You have come here before. You have come here every day for the last 13 years. Since the day I killed your mother you have come in here, just like you are now, and you ’ re shaking and you ’ re sweating and you ’ re here to kill me. And you ’ re here because you have the goddamned remote. That little piece of shit that started it all. I didn ’ t even know she had been working on it. It was always top secret, you know, she never said a word. How could I have imagined? How could I have known? 
 “ And then one day I find it. Just sitting there, out on the bed in our room, the sheets had just been washed, the room was clean. And there ’ s this little remote, just sitting there on the bed. Like a goddamned christmas present. And then there ’ s a scream, a crash, a bang, downstairs. I run down and there ’ s your mother, bloody on the ground, broken glass everywhere. ‘ The remote, ’ she whispers. And she takes it from me and hits a button, hits a button and there I am upstairs again, there ’ s the remote on the bed. I run downstairs and there she is and she ’ s singing while she stands on top of the dinner table, dusting off the lights and the fan. No crash. No bang. No blood. And she doesn ’ t remember. You see the person who hits the button can ’ t remember. That ’ s how it works. But she knew that. She invented the damn thing, after all. 
 “ But before I even had time to ask her about it a big black sedan pulled up in front of the house. Four men in black jumped out of the car, running towards the house with their guns drawn. She shrieked. A sound like I ’ d never heard before. ‘ They know! ’ she screamed, ‘ they ’ re here to take it away. ’ And I saw the look on her face, desperation bursting through her false smile. She had become addicted to her power over time. She hardly lived a day for every hundred I lived. She was immortal, so she said. To be sure, this I all found out in retrospect, after you showed up. 
 “ But here they were. And she screamed and pulled out a knife and cut her own throat open, sliced it clean through, and her blood splattered all over my face. I have tasted it every day for as long as I can remember. Why the hell you think I smoke so many of these cigarettes. Can ’ t stand the taste of blood in my mouth. ” 
 
 Lighter flick and flash and lights another cigarette. 
 
 “ And so they come in and they see her dead and the guy in charge screams ‘ goddamn it we were supposed to take her alive! ’ And then without even thinking I say to him, ‘ If you hit the small blue button on the remote you will travel back in time and be able to change the outcome of this situation. You will be able to take her alive, and have all of your questions answered. ’ And this guy looks at me, and he says, ‘ thanks for being so helpful with this Mr. Mason, I ’ ll be sure to remember you. And then he shot me in the head, as far as I know, and I died. But he must have hit the button, because just like that, bang I ’ m back in bedroom and there ’ s the remote and I remember and I grab it and I run, I get the hell out. I put it in a safe deposit box in your name, meant for it to be delivered to you on your 18th birthday. 
 “ And like clockwork you figure it out. You accidently hit the button and bang, you ’ re back in time and then you figure it out, you figure out how to control it. But every time you move back in time, you forget. The one who hits the button must always forget. There is no other way. And so you have been coming here, now, to this place over and over and over again, and you make me live it every single day, because no matter what you do those men in black kill your mom and you hit that button and zap yourself back and you zap me back, too. But I remember and I need you to believe me. She ’ s dead and there ’ s nothing you can do to stop it, nothing I can do either. And I loved her, I really did. All I ’ m asking is for you to set me free. Please… ” 
 
 
 And his voice trails off and then there is no sound but breathing and blood pounding and I can ’ t think and I can ’ t see and the blood is pounding and now I hear a ringing and a rage and I look at him and see the lighter flick and flash and I can see the rage and I can feel the steel in my hand and I can hear myself say: 
 
 “ I don ’ t believe you. ” 
 
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 “ It ’ s been a while. ” 
 
 A low voice sounded from the far left corner of the living room. The groggy croak of ten thousand cigarettes sang along in harmony. I stopped. Looked towards the corner of the room where He was sitting. First I saw His shadow, cast long and tall on the wall behind him. The moon peaked in through the sixth story window of a small apartment in a suburb of Minneapolis. The wind was nowhere to be found. 

