Silver thought the island would be his refuge, a place to erase Julie's betrayal and Daniel's poison. Big mistake. It turned into the set of a B-movie where he was the unluckiest extra. He ran through the jungle, chased by Russians shouting "Amerikanskiy!" with knives that looked like they came from a bankrupt steakhouse — he was chaos incarnate.
"Why the hell did I leave the beach?" he thought, dodging branches and his own dignity.
Trying to escape, he spotted what looked like the perfect bush. "Time to go ninja!" He tripped, fell, and discovered the bush was hiding military junk: twisted, spiky metal — not exactly welcoming.
A crunch echoed, followed by a "Seriously, universe?" The moon laughed at him. And everything went dark.
How did Silver end up in this meme-worthy death? Let's rewind.
Moments Before the Fall — U.S. Military Base
In a cramped control room, with monitors that looked ready to retire, the head of the monitoring team scratched his forehead, staring at blank screens.
"General, the radars are cleaner than my bank account. Are you sure the spies said the Russians would come through here?" he asked, dreaming of a hot coffee.
"Positive. My men don't screw up," the general replied, slamming the table. "Did they fire up those weird boxes?"
The leader sighed.
"Do we really need to use that thing? Looks like a Christmas ornament that exploded. We don't even know the side effects!"
"Quit whining," the general snapped. "If the Russians are jamming our trackers with that crazy tech, only the boxes will catch them. Power it up."
Grumbling, the team connected a black box covered in white dots, like someone had sprinkled cosmic glitter on it. When they powered it on, a cosmic drill sound filled the room, and the air rippled like a heat mirage.
"Is this… normal?" a technician asked, stepping back.
The ripples stopped, but the sound turned into a hysterical beep, screaming "we found something!"
"This… where… what?!" the leader stammered, almost spilling his imaginary coffee.
"Soldiers, report now!" the general barked.
"Sir, an unidentified aircraft just popped up! It's on the Russians' route!" a tech shouted, pointing at the screen.
"Confirm trajectory. If it's them, shoot it down. Don't let it through!" the general ordered, eyes gleaming.
Inside the Russian Plane
Chaos reigned in the cockpit. The co-pilot shouted, trying not to interfere with the pilot, as red lights blinked like an apocalyptic rave.
"Shit, captain, we've been detected!" the co-pilot yelled, sweating bullets.
"How?! The jammer's not working?" the captain snapped, gripping the controls.
"It's working perfectly, sir!" a technician shouted, checking the space wave device. "But… looks like the Americans stole the same tech. Probably from that scientist NASA kicked out!"
"Bastards!" the captain cursed. "Seatbelts! They're going to fire!"
Before they could buckle up, two missiles — invisible to radar, using space waves — hit the plane. One blew out the left engine; the other detonated the weapons bay. Smoke filled the cockpit, and the stench of burning metal choked the air.
In desperation, the pilot spotted an island below, covered in trees. "If we crash there, maybe the jungle will hide the wreckage…" It was a crazy plan, but they had no choice.
Present Time — Silver's POV
Silver trembled on the beach, heart pounding, the echo of the plane crash still in his ears. Weapons in a plane? Here, in the middle of nowhere?
The island he'd known since childhood — afternoons fishing with his dad, running down trails under starlit skies — had become a nightmare. Seven days running from Julie's betrayal in bed with Daniel, from Daniel's poison ruining his NASA career, all for this?
His curiosity — the same that led him to Azure Xpace — beat his common sense.
"Just a quick look. I'm not doing anything stupid," he lied to himself, grabbing his flashlight and following the smoke rising from the jungle. "If this were a movie, I'd be the guy who dies snooping around."
The crash site was pure chaos: shattered trees, scattered metal, acrid smoke. In the center, Silver stopped dead. A black box with white dots, half-destroyed, identical to the prototype from his space wave research at Azure Xpace — leaked after Daniel buried his NASA career.
"How is this here?"
He stepped closer, confused, trying to figure out how his life had become a circus — and why the Russians had his tech.
Before he could touch the box, the bushes rustled. Three wounded Russian soldiers emerged, bandaged with scraps. Their uniforms were torn, and instead of rifles, they drew knives better suited for chopping onions than killing. Their eyes locked on Silver, and panic exploded.
"Amerikanskiy!" they yelled, charging with blades flashing.
"Hey, wait! I was just camping!" Silver screamed, hands raised, heart pounding. "Why are these guys after me? I'm a scientist, not Rambo!"
His words were useless, and he turned, bolting into the jungle. "Why didn't I study parkour?!" he thought, lungs burning.
He knew the island like the back of his hand — childhood trails with his dad — and that was his only hope. As he ran, he grabbed discarded weapons, testing triggers that clicked uselessly.
"All broken! The universe is messing with me!"
Dodging roots and rocks, he found a narrow trail, nearly invisible — one he used as a kid. "If I lose them here, I'm safe."
The Russians, clumsy and injured, stumbled behind him, cursing in a language he didn't understand. He was almost free when fate, with its sadistic sense of humor, struck.
His foot caught on something in the wreckage, hurling him face-first into a bush that looked like the perfect hiding spot. But the bush hid sharp, twisted plane scrap — metal like spears. A crunch split the air, and pain exploded in his chest.
"Seriously, universe?" Silver coughed, tasting blood.
Turning his head, he saw what tripped him: an AK-47, lying there, seemingly intact. "A weapon? Now?" The irony burned worse than the wound. "I'm gonna die tripping over a gun?"
The jungle spun, the moon above laughing at him. He tried to move, but the metal pinned him like an insect on a needle.
Disjointed thoughts crossed his mind: Julie, in bed with Daniel; Daniel, grinning as he buried his projects; the island, meant to be peace.
"If I had… one more chance…"
His eyelids grew heavy. Darkness swallowed everything. Thought… vision… even sound faded.
"Interesting… he actually died early in this timeline…"
A voice echoed in the distance, like it had been waiting. "He really is the best option."
Silver's soul shimmered.
But somewhere, something was already preparing a new beginning as chaotic as the end.