Blue Heavens: the boy who wanted to count clouds

Fyodor woke up very confused in cold sweat as the last thing he'd remembered before opening his eyes was gasping for air after having been penetrated between the ribs by a spear that had gone through his lungs, allowing air to infiltrate the lungs and stopping the hearts function slowly. He didn't allow room for confusion as he felt relieved, it had all just been a very bad dream. He couldn't believe it, tears of joy streaming down his face as his hands brushed through his silver color curls back and forth as the sweat made his rusty glasses slip down the crook of his nose. That tiny rotten apartment never felt warmer. But not too long before he caught a glimpse of the cathedrals tower clock which had been painted black. He noticed a man that looked so tiny from afar working on it and not before too long he realized he was painting the clocks hands white. ''Didn't they paint them... last year... no... it - it can't be'' the look of joy turned to despair as he hurried to the pile of notes and books to find any paper with the latest date written on them and hurried to the bathroom to see the mirror and lifted his shirt to reveal a scar on the external oblique. Fyodor realized that through some miracle he was rebirthed back to where it all began. He suddenly became enraged and reddened with anger. ''I'M GOING TO KILL HER WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS'' He didn't have time to change from his pajamas, only grabbed a shawl at hand and ran as fast as he could. There she was, the woman who had brought havoc upon the heads of innocent people, Helena. Sitting in the bench at the entrance of his building. She was waiting and holding on to a music toy box. When she noticed him she started walking and the music box was producing a melody. He started running and imitating her pace but she was still much faster. The music started to echo and sound like a few voices trying to make their way through to Fyodor's ear so desperately. It seemed he was chasing her through an empty square with nothing but the cathedral and faceless people who seemed like identical puppets. His vision began to blur and legs were heavy. The music reaches a c****x, and stops. To the point he collapsed, and she was right there, a few inches away from his arm reaching towards her. As she faced him, she placed a satisfied look on her face. 2 days pass as he lays unconscious on the hospital bed, Helena waiting on the visitors seat with a set of fresh clothes. His eyes begin to open slowly and sloppily, like a sun in a freezing january morning. ''You can't kill me. Nothing can. I am no human'' she said very cold and emotionless. ''Maybe you're just a bi***h'' - he said while trying to sit up and put on his glasses. He saw the date on a medical note next to his glasses - ''you don't know who I am or what happened, right?'' ''While I am intrigued on how you saw me, I'm assuming that you got pierced by a metal spear with a black particle on it which sent you back to this point in time, while I don't know where you're from, it depends on the amount you used. You probably know my plan aswell.'' ''Plan?'' - he tried to squeeze more information out of her ''I guess not'' - as she got up and swiftly left. Not long after, a nurse walked in and he asked about Helena, who she was and where she's from. ''No one has visited you in the past 2 days. Are you okay sir?'' - she explained calmly. But Fyodor was already on the edge and got upset - ''SHE JUST WALKED OUT YES I'M OKAY WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT'' he scared the nurse and she asked him to calm down and ran to get help. He got panicked, but luckily his room had been on the first floor, so he grabbed his belongings and ran as much as he could very scared that they might run after him. When he reached a safe point, he said to himself how much he'd missed butterfly cookies. He stopped by the shop near his building and asked the shopkeeper to put it in his tab, having been empty pocketed. He climbed the stairs up to his unlocked apartment that he forgot open, but didn't worry since there was nothing worth stealing. ''You're finally here, Jesus Christ man''