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The tin soldiers go in, guns ready, prepared to do anything to save their little existence
The boy looks shocked as they enter, not knowing why they hate him
He grabs his knife, the only thing keeping him sane sometimes
Eyes watering, he shifts to the other universe
The soldiers lower their weapons, knowing that they lost
The boy reappears, stabbing one and moving away
The soldiers, unprepared, fire wildly
As the child moves between universes he weeps
The battle continues for what seems like ages to the child as his battle stretches across time and space
Finally, it is over, the child looks at the dead bodies, and falls to the floor, covering in burns and drowning in grief
The child hears a bloody cough behind him, the soldier tells the child to look at him
He does
And he knows
He knows why they have been hunting him for the past few years
And he has an idea
He raises his hands and begins to transport the universe
Unbeknownst to the child, the sniper has him in his cross-hairs, waiting for the order
He gets it
And fires but what happens remains to be seen
Finally, the experiment is over, I record my results
