A Source's Existence

"Cynthia!" shrieks Bram, clutching Cynthia's arm in the chair, who is seizing badly. White foam with streaks of orange trickles out of her mouth.

"Her precognition is failing! She's gonna die if we don't disconnect her from the simulation!" shouts Rosemary, looking at the tubes injected into Cynthia's arms. Oh precognition... what a deadly power it can be. I watch it in terror, but try to stay calm.

Chattered, broken up voices come from the translator from what she should be seeing in her mind. I hear a very chattered, "No! Please  tell  me  you're  not going out there again!" and then another sentence said by a girl's voice. "Eli I have to do this! Please!"

Eli... I wonder who Eli is.

"Sawyer! She just tried to kill you!" we hear from the speaker. A pit drops in my stomach. Did I just hear what I thought I just heard? I just heard the name. That name. Sawyer.

"Wait!" I shout, running towards Cynthia and the others. "Turn the translator up!"

"It's kind of hard to do that when I'm trying to save Cynthia's life!" snaps Bram.

"Turn up the damn device, Bram!" I snap back. Bram reaches over to the translator, turning the volume up. We get a louder sound, of people arguing. "Listen..."

"I need to save her!" a girl's voice says in the device.

"Sawyer, I am not letting her  go  near  you!" another voice says. All of us turn to each other, frozen as ice.

"'Sawyer'?" mutters Rosemary "As in... 'Sawyer Harble'? But, that's impossible! Cynthia went eight months into the future! Sawyer Harble isn't gonna come here and discover us years from now!"

I stare at the translator with pure fury and fierceness.

"I knew it..." I snarl. "I knew that bitch was gonna come here sooner! My brother told me otherwise, I knew it!"

That's when a blaring ring comes from Cynthia's cardiac monitor. All heads bolt to the monitor in horror. She's stopped seizing.

"Flatlining!" shrieks Rosemary.

"No! Cynthia!" exclaims Bram. He switches the chair down to have Cynthia lay down, and starts CPR on her now lifeless body.

"Oh shit..." I say running my fingers through my blue hair. There are risks when it comes to precognition simulations. If you want to get the full picture, you connect yourself to be in a sim... No one's ever come back from this! We've had to teach ourselves, because we've been hidden all this time.

Bram pulls out electricity within his finger tips, and slams his fists against Cynthia's chest, making her body jerk upward. His power of electrokinesis isn't gonna do anything...

"Bram..." mutters Rosemary. "No one ever comes back from this, she's gone..."

"No she's not!" snaps Bram, with tears in his eyes. I watch in devastation. Cynthia's not coming back. I shake my head, not believing this. Cynthia's my friend, but what I just heard cannot be avoided.

I turn to the translator again, taking out the flash drive in the device. This has all the data. In an instant, the entire system shuts down. Clutching the flash drive, I head towards the door. I need to find him.