Year 1810 (This universes civilization is more advanced than our own, so at this year they are slightly superior over our current modern day technology and wars are very rare)

After a routine day out, Tiberius's mother, who had been pregnant, was a former sex worker and had never desired to have a child of her own. Over time, as she aged, the yearning for a family grew within her. Eventually, she met a handsome man, and they fell deeply in love. However, despite their love, the mother struggled to shake off her habit of dating other men. She secretly frequented strip clubs, bars, and similar places, even though she was several months into her pregnancy, which made other men uninterested in her. Feeling particularly disheartened and angry, she looked down at her visibly growing belly, realizing she was in her second trimester.

By the fifth month, despite keeping her pregnancy a secret, she noticed an unusual and rapid growth in her belly, making it appear more like an eighth-month pregnancy. Troubled, she returned home to her husband, with whom she had been married for two years after two years of their relationship. Sensing an odd odor from her, her husband questioned her, causing her heart rate to spike as she struggled to respond. Suddenly, she was overwhelmed by pain, collapsing to the floor. Her husband, alarmed, rushed her to the nearby hospital.

The situation became clear as she was examined by the doctor. Meanwhile, her husband, waiting outside, began to suspect if her secretive outings were related to her condition. The birth took an unexpected turn, as a sudden violent pulse caused a power outage in the hospital, resulting in the loss of several patients mid-surgery.

Amidst the chaos, the doctor successfully delivered an infant with an unusually large head. As power slowly returned, the mother gratefully received her long-awaited baby. Overwhelmed, the father joined them, smiling and kneeling to get a closer look at their child. Their eyes met, and they shared a soft kiss.

Five years passed. (1817)

The parents were in a heated argument, unaware that Tiberius, their child, was hiding behind a nearby wall, his oversized head causing him severe headaches. As he gripped his head in pain, his scream halted the argument instantly. Rushing to his aid, the father carried him to his bed while the mother prepared specialized medication, easing his discomfort. Veins around Tiberius's head twitched before settling down, prompting a sigh of relief from his parents.

Exiting his room to allow him to rest, they sat down and discussed their lives. The mother, rubbing her arm, confessed her past visits to pubs and encounters with other men. The father, feeling a familiar tension in his heart, remained silent, his mind consumed by a dark cloud, drowning out his wife's apologies. Knocking on the door interrupted their conversation, prompting the mother to check outside into the dark night.

Two men dressed in CIA uniforms arrived at the door, swiftly presenting their badges and questioning the overwhelmed mother. Struggling to compose herself, she stumbled over her words as one of the men inquired about a child with an unusually large head. In a panic, she denied any knowledge, lying to them. Without saying a word, the two men exchanged a glance and departed. Confused, scared, and tense, the mother collapsed against the door, overcome by a rush of emotions that led to her fainting.

The father, jolted from his daze, observed his unconscious wife slumped against the door in a seated position. His heart heavy with sorrow, he gently carried her to their bed. Standing there, he looked down at her before moving to open the door to the outside. Donning his jacket and top hat, he locked the door behind him, leaving a note on the table whilst abandoning his child and wife. Consumed by an overwhelming turmoil, he found it unbearable to remain with his wife any longer.

Tiberius woke up in the middle of the night, memories of his parents arguing flashing through his mind. He shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away. His brain made memories feel real again, like they were happening in front of him. Getting up from his bed, he walked around the house. He saw his mom in bed but couldn't find his dad, and it made him panic. His head started hurting again. Breathing hard, he tried to calm down.

As things got worse, he noticed a note on the table. The pain lessened as he walked toward it. He picked it up and started to read.

“My Beloved,

I wish I could stay strong beside you, to be the support you need. But our situation, filled with secrets and fears, has become too much for me.

I never thought we'd end up like this, torn apart by our own struggles. Leaving hurts deeply, but staying feels suffocating under our unanswered questions.

I wanted to be there for you, to face everything together. But uncertainty has grown, overshadowing our love.

Please understand, I'm not abandoning you; I'm trying to find clarity. I wish things could be different, that our story could be brighter.

I pray for your strength and our child's happiness. May time heal us, and forgiveness mend our hearts.

Goodbye,

Your husband”

Tiberius, clutching the paper left behind by his absent father, was engulfed in a deep, heartrending pain. Trembling violently, he collapsed, the weight of his sorrow overwhelming him. The mother remained asleep, unaware of the black vehicle parked outside with unseen CIA agents observing. As Tiberius sank to his knees, consumed by profound sadness, a deafening scream tore from his throat, triggering an inexplicable event.

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The scream, carrying an intense emotional charge, caused a strange anomaly. Space-time itself seemed to distort, sending ripples that disrupted the balance of time in a ten-mile radius. The area convulsed violently, and all electrical lines were fried, creating chaos. The CIA agents were rattled as their vehicle shook violently, leaving their communication devices useless, however this would only make the government alert. Tiberius, overwhelmed, collapsed, his body emitting small surges of electricity before finally subsiding. Meanwhile, the mother remained unconscious, untouched by the chaos unfolding around her. The two CIA agents got out of their cars and hurried away from the danger, frustratedly tapping their communication devices. They stopped by the side of the road and looked at each other. The taller one seemed more upset than the other, speaking in an angry tone.

A1 “So what the hell do we do now? Just let that child let loose and fry this entire city's landline? We SHOULD’VE gone inside instead of being passive, your ideas always lead to disasters A2.”

A2 “Calm down, this isn’t the first time our devices got screwed up, the military have probably caught on by now that they’re unable to get in contact with us.”

A1 “Yeah but what good does that do to us if we can't explain to them what’s going on?!”

A2 “In due time we will capture that boy, we will need to get a strong sedative in order to not set him off.”

A1 “Say, where is everybody?”

A2 “It’s in the middle of the night, so it’s highly unlikely we’ll see anybody drive down this road.”

A1 Grabbed himself by the head in frustration, getting a mild headache. “You see, this is why- Is that bird’s wings flapping at an extremely slow rate..”

A2 looked over his shoulder, noticing a bird that had been moving at a snail's pace. “Wait, that kid, he must be the cause of this, we’re trapped in a bubble, look around us A1!”

A1 looked everywhere, seeing what looked to be a transparent field, time moved at an incredibly slow speed here. “We need to run outside, it’s strange that we aren’t affected..That must mean that.”

A2 had realized that the child knew that the two were in his range. He nodded as the two made a run for it.

A2 and A1 reached the end of the field, going outside as their communication devices had come back, the outside was already day. Their devices activated once more as it seemed that their devices were not completely destroyed, though the voices coming out of the devices were very static.

??? “It’s been a week since your last report, where have you two been?!”

A1 and A2 looked at eachother shocked.

A2 “It’s only been 33 minutes sir..”

??? “The kid, what happened there?! Explain yourselves, we will get an extraction helicopter to pick the two of you up.”

A2 “Just a moment sir! There is a dangerous field around the perimeter of where the child is, the extraction helicopter will need to avoid it at all costs!”

??? “Affirmative, you two have alot of explaining to do.” 

Seven years had passed, Tiberius was now Twelve. (1824)

Tiberius, now twelve years old, found himself engaged in an urgent project. He dedicated his time to constructing a device aimed at mitigating his brain's issues, which posed a fatal threat within the next three years. The pressure of time weighed heavily on him, motivating his tireless efforts.

In this current phase of his life, his intoxicated mother was a constant source of distress. She blamed him for everything, resorting to physical and emotional abuse, hurling objects at him and subjecting him to relentless guilt-trips. Despite the turmoil, Tiberius chose silence, knowing that speaking up would only escalate the already dire situation. His educational path was also fraught with challenges as conventional schools refused to accept him due to his unpredictable behaviors caused by anomalies. However, his intelligence soared with an exceptional IQ of 300, enabling him to craft revolutionary gadgets. These inventions held the potential to fix global electricity issues, promising power for homes, devices, and vehicles worldwide whilst also making them cheaper, more affordable and better overall. He however, did not have the resources to create them nor did the people believe a young child of being able to create such things.

Tiberius faced an uphill battle with his inventions being dismissed due to his age, a constant reminder of the challenges he endured at such a young age. Clutching his father's note tightly, a token salvaged from his mother's attempt to destroy it seven years prior, he found solace in private tears, releasing the pent-up emotions he had harbored for so long.

His young mind, tormented by relentless migraines, pains, and nausea, wrestled with an ongoing internal struggle. Each night, as he attempted to find rest, memories of his father flooded his thoughts. The fleeting moments of a happy, stable family swiftly shattered, revealing the harsh reality of their fractured situation. He yearned for connections that never existed—an absent father, unknown nephews, and nieces. His deepest wish remained to locate his father, not only to witness his own growth but to experience the paternal love he longed for.

Yearning for a father's reassurance, he craved those comforting words assuring him that he wasn't a failure and that his father was proud to call him his son, just once in his life.

Hearing a click, his heart had dropped, his mother was overcome by insanity,  as she sat on her knees, her mascara visibly smeared all over her face from all the tears she had been shedding throughout the day. She held herself at gunpoint, it being completely pressed up against her skull. Tiberius ran towards her with his arm stretched out, he urged her to stop, her head turned to look at him for a moment all she could muster was a look full of hatred. It had been like slow-motion, Tiberius was so close to her, her fingers slowly pulling against the trigger, the one bullet that sat in the firearm for ages had been used. A loud gunshot echoed across the fields, birds being scared away as the bullet had pierced straight through her skull killing her in an instant. 

Her lifeless body fell back as it laid around a pigsty of alcohol bottles, worn out and torn furniture. Tiberius ran up to his mother's corpse, constantly telling himself that this was not real and it was simply his mind pulling tricks on him. Now alone, he had lost the one person that was relative to him, the only relative of blood, someone that was supposed to be his caretaker, his guardian, now taken away by their own madness and actions.

A couple of hours had passed after the incident.

Tiberius stood by a grave marked with his mother's full name and life span, a shovel in hand. He tenderly laid a bunch of flowers on the tombstone, kneeling down for a quiet moment of respect, reflecting on the loss. After about ten minutes, he rose to his feet and glanced back at their slightly dilapidated home—an old place his mother had bought at a bargain, now showing signs of wear.

Turning away, he returned indoors, securing the door behind him before retiring for the night, seeking solace in the familiarity of home after bidding his final respects to his mother.

ACT 1 Finished