Timeless Hero Without a Goal

25th Tick: TvW

Thomas threw a punch at Wish, the boy simply floating away From him. Wish floated in the air, laughing.

“It’s been so long since I fought anyone.” He said, scratching his arms. “Having a real body... being able to touch... being able to fully have fun... isn’t it such an amazing thing? You live like this all the time? It feels amazing, it’s so much fun!”

“Shut up, you psychopath.” Thomas scowled.

“So you’ll really want to fight me? Finally?” Wish asked gleefully. “I don’t see JoyRide anywhere, so you’ll fight me by yourself?”

“Why do people keep asking me questions?” Thomas sighed, pulling back his hair and smiling. “It’s obvious enough.”

Wish grinned.

“Zeroth Hour.”

Thomas jumped from the wall, grabbing Wish by the neck and crashing down to the ground with him. Thomas made sure Wish was beneath him as they fell. The boy blinked, and they floated midair, in the paused time. Thomas complained, “You better stop doing that.”

Thomas lifted an arm and punched downwards, saying, “Fifth Hour.”

Wish’s eyes widened as he was sent crashing into the ground, creating a small crater. Thomas landed and ran up to him, kicking him in the side. “Fifth Hour.”

Wish crashed into the wall before stepping up with much difficulty. His movements were stiff and it took quite the effort to move in the first place. Worst of, his abilities to control the elements did not work, time did not permit it. Thomas walked up to him and said, “Fourth Hour.”

Wish’s movements almost came to a halt as Thomas pummelled him. Wish remained in place, not moving. Thomas clenched his fist, shaking it since his wrist hurt. “Fifth Hour.”

Wish was sent through through the walls, crashing into the block of ice. He slid down, leaving a trail of blood. Thomas watched Wish’s body, he did not move, Thomas was unsure whether he was dead or alive. Thomas approached him, grabbing his hair and lifting his head up. Wish’s face was covered with blood, and he gave Thomas a b****y smile.

Without being able to realise, Thomas flew backwards. He hit the wall, a pain in his back slowly subsiding. Wish struggled to get on his feet, spreading his hands. Wish covered his face and pulled his hair back, obviously imitating what Thomas did. Wish’s blonde hair was streaked with red from the blood. He mouthed the words ‘Let’s have more fun’.

Thomas picked up a pebble and threw it. “Fifth Hour.”

The rock came in contact with Wish, but stopped before doing anything. Wish smiled, the rock glowing and was shot back at Thomas. Thomas looked down, a newly opened hole in his gut. He fell down, clutching his gut. Wish bent down and picked up another rock, the rock glowing again. Thomas cursed, Wish was able to grant abilities to inanimate objects too, so he could make objects defy the pausing of time. The next rock was too fast for Thomas to react, shooting through his shoulder. Thomas cursed and ran at Wish. Wish smiled and reached back, touching the block of ice, the ice and the village shattered, leaving nothing behind.

Thomas paused, seeing the flat land in front of him. Wish waited for Thomas to approach him. Thomas’ injuries healed and he grabbed Wish by the collar of his shirt. He threw the boy into the ground, but he simply floated in the air, kicking at Thomas. It was a slow hit since Wish was not used to the paused time, so Thomas could dodge him. Wish flipped over and his foot tapped the ground, the earth twisting beneath him like a whirlpool. Wish gave Thomas a smile as the ground moved beneath him, tripping Thomas. The ground then extended, trying to swallow him.

“Second Hour.”

He appeared somewhere else, looking at Wish. He could not completely stop Wish, but could only wear him down. When dealing with Wish, there was only one weakness he had. Wish tended to become ignorant of his actual physical health, so he would end up getting injured quite often. With the death of his physical body, Thomas would be able to return him to his original state. Stopping time could only slow Wish down, Thomas needed another person to help him.

He resumed time, Wish blinking for a moment before facing Thomas. He asked, “What are you doing?”

“Who knows?” Thomas replied.

He ran at Wish. The winds twisted and Thomas felt his legs disappear from under him, he was unable to react. He blinked, falling forward into the ground, his body was instantly swallowed.

Thomas reappeared somewhere nearby, a similar thing occurring, he died once again. But with every revival, he appeared slightly closer to Wish. Wish noticed it and simply floated into the sky. Wish kept using newer methods to kill Thomas over and over again while Thomas constructed something in his mind. He even tried throwing a pebble. Lightning struck the stone, disintegrating it and Thomas was blown back by wind. He fell backwards, the ground twisting to form spikes, stabbing all his vital organs. When he revived, the ground beneath him turned to lava and the air turned so hot that just breathing it in burnt his lungs from the inside, setting the oxygen on fire and killing him. Thomas was put through all those deaths. That was simply how much power WishEarth held, that was the reason he did not have a physical body.

Thomas shouted, “Sixth Hour!”

Wish saw as multiple versions of Thomas appeared, multiple versions of himself by his side, some on the ground. Thomas tried to search for one as quick as possible, a timeline that was suitable.

He snapped, everything aligning to how he planned. He said, “You’re done for.”

Thomas was beside Wish, Wish himself confused. Thomas grabbed Wish by the neck and threw him onto the ground, both of them falling together.

“I thought you were supposed to be smart.” Wish commented.

The winds twisted and a hole appeared in Thomas’ chest. He revived not too far away, replying, “I am.”

A flaming object fell from the sky, crashing directly with Wish. Wish stood up, the meteor had missed, but the damage was obvious, shrapnel stabbed into his left arm and body. His face had violent scratches, his physical body unable to heal, he was a mess.