|  Author | Topic: Time Fracture (Read 194 times) |
Phlaeming Phoenix
FT Board Mod
[M:0]
member is offline
![[avatar]](http://phlaeminggaming.com/images/phlaeminggamingbanner.JPG)
NO MORE GRAMMAR FOR YOU!!! | O RLY?
![[homepage]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/www_sm.gif)
Joined: Aug 2007
Gender: Male 
Posts: 40
Location: In a place. Somewhere.
Karma: 2 |  | Time Fracture
« Thread Started on Oct 6, 2007, 5:30pm » | |
This is an original story/book that I'm writing. I'm almost done with it (on my handwritten copy). I have typed up thru chapter 8, working on typing chapter 9. Tell me whatcha think.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter One: New News
“Earlier today, at a –” the voice was cut off by a muffled click. The young man sitting about ten feet away cursed under his breath.
“Best cable service my –” he started. He was cut off by a feminine voice from another room.
“Lucas, did the TV go out again?” she asked. Lucas (the man in the chair) sighed and stood up.
“Yes,” he replied exhaustedly. “Is the paper in yet?” The female voice returned the sigh.
“Yeah,” she replied. “It should be on the table.” Lucas walked from the living room into the kitchen and grabbed a chair and the newspaper. He read the top headline aloud.
“’Local car dealership agrees to repay cheated customers.’ If this is the best news they’ve got,” he said, “I might as well not even read the paper.” He suddenly grimaced in pain. “Oh…. Wicked headache…. Jenna, do we have any Advil?” he asked.
“There should be some in the cabinet,” Jenna replied. She came in from the other room, dressed in a dark blue, tight-fitting dress. She waited until Lucas had taken a couple Advil, then asked, “How’s this?” Lucas looked up from his orange juice.
“Beautiful,” he replied after a moment. Jenna turned and looked in a full-length mirror on the door.
“I don’t know,” she said finally. “I kinda like the red one.” She walked back into the room and closed the door. Lucas shrugged and sat back down to read the paper. He took a sip of his morning orange juice and read the headline again. His eyes widened and he dropped the glass to the floor. It shattered and a piece of glass sliced into the side of his leg. He barely noticed the pain. His attention was focused on the top headline of the paper, which had changed since just two minutes ago.
He mouthed the words as he read:
“County mourns 5th anniversary of church bombing.” He was almost too dumbfounded to continue. Almost.
“On this date, 5 years ago, a lone man walked silently into a local church and detonated a bomb strapped to his waist. Luckily, almost everyone was already out of the building. Only one person, excluding the bomber, was killed in the blast. She was sixteen-year-old Jenna Eckers.” At this point, Lucas dropped the paper and stood, adrenaline overriding the pain in his leg. His chair tumbled backwards.
“Jenna?!” he yelled, racing through the house, searching every room. “Jenna?!” His voice had a new level of anxiety and panic. He ran to the room where his wife of two years had been changing only moments ago. No one. The room was empty.
Suddenly, memories came flooding back to him, memories that conflicted with his others and that he was sure were false. Then, as if by instinct, he turned and threw open the doors to his wife’s closet. He let out a gasp. Where once Jenna’s clothes and purses were, now Lucas’ belonging took their place.
“Jenna?!” he yelled again. He pushed aside two jackets and found a small shoebox. Instantly, he knew what was inside – newspaper clippings, photographs, recordings, anything about the bombing. He fell to his knees.
“Jenna?” he muttered. He started feeling dizzy and weak. He had lost a lot of blood. “Jenna?” He collapsed and blacked out.
“Hey! Hey! Wake up!” a voice called out. Lucas’ eyes fluttered open. He glanced around. He appeared to be in a hospital room, surrounded by a throng of family and a nurse. For a fleeting moment, he saw Jenna standing beside his mother and father. Then she was gone and it all came rushing back to him. He bolted straight upright.
“Where’s Jenna?” he asked. His parents exchanged confused and worried glances. Then he looked more closely at the group surrounding him. His eyes widened. “And where’s Jake?”
Lucas’ mother looked frightened. She glanced at the nurse, who hurriedly ushered everyone except the parents out of the room. Then Lucas’ mother walked slowly toward the bedside.
“Lucas,” she whispered, “they’ve both been dead for five years.” She gave him a worried look. He gave her a bewildered stare. Then his father came around beside him.
“Lucas, don’t you remember?” he asked. “Jenna was killed in the bombing and Jake was killed fighting Trigger in-suit. You were there, you should remember it.” Lucas’ face betrayed his confusion. His mother teared up.
“We were afraid of this,” she said quietly. Then she gave him a full explanation.
“You blacked out from a combination of blood loss and total memory recall. The surgeon said that, in some cases of recall, the patient will suffer from temporary amnesia. He also said that ninety eight percent of those who suffer this secondary effect regain their memory after a friend, or family member, gives them a jump-start by filling in some details.” Lucas nodded, still mildly confused. His mother continued.
“To start,” she said, “you have wings.” Lucas’ jaw dropped and he mouthed the word “What?” but no sound came out. He reached his arms behind his back. He could feel them there, feathery wings, like those of a bird or an angel.
“You were also given control over twelve basic elements: Water, Fire, Lightning, Grass, Rock, Wind, Steel, Rifle, Ice, Sound, Light, and Dark,” his mother went on. “You also had some power over Time, but you couldn’t, and still can’t, control it completely. You were instructed to give each of the twelve elements to someone you knew, someone worthy of that kind of power. After giving eleven of them away, you would find out which one was yours. You gave Jenna Water, Jake Lightning, Glenn Steel, and Jaret Rock.
“The five of you agreed to use these powers to be like superheroes. You had Glenn make communicator watches for each of you. Then everyone chose aliases so that you guys could be you, but still be superheroes. You were Phoenix, mainly because of the wings. Jenna was Hydra, because she had Water. Jake was Sparky. Glenn was Ironside. And Jaret was Rocky. You all had little costumes that you wore. Mostly, it was just a plain white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. You used bandanas to cover your mouths and wore sunglasses and hats. That’s what we call ‘in-suit’ today. For a while, you all had fun.” Lucas raised an eyebrow.
“For a while?” he asked. His mother stopped and started sobbing. His father picked up where she left off.
“Jaret was… easily persuaded. I won’t give all the details, but he betrayed you and your friends and was later killed by the people he betrayed you for. That’s when we found out that when someone with an element is killed, the killer automatically absorbs that element. Then the whole hero thing stopped being all fun and games. Then –” Lucas cut him off.
“I remember now,” he said. “Trigger was the nameless guy that stuck a gun to my head and demanded the rifle element. I gave it to him and he became one of our worst enemies of all time.” Lucas’ father nodded. “Wait. But if Trigger killed Jake… Wouldn’t he have the Lightning element?” His father shook his head.
“You don’t remember everything,” he said. “After he killed Jake, Trigger tried to absorb the Lightning, but it shocked him and he ran. The Lightning reabsorbed itself into you.”
“What about Jenna?” Lucas asked. His mother started sobbing again and had to leave the room. His father sighed.
“She was killed in the bombing. But the same thing happened. The Water came back to you.” Lucas shook his head.
“But that never happened,” he replied. “I’ve been married to Jenna for two years and me and Jake stopped Rocker just the other day. I remember it.” The he paused. “Rocker is the guy that killed Jaret and absorbed the Rock element, right?” His father nodded, then shook his head.
“It’s the amnesia talking. Jenna and Jake have both been dead for five years. But yes, Rocker is the guy you’re thinking of.” Lucas started to say something, but the phone rang. His father picked up the receiver.
“Hello?” he said. “Yes…. No this is his father…. Of course.” He out his palm over the microphone end and turned to Lucas. “It’s for you.”
Lucas struggles to his feet and winced in pain. There was a bandage over his leg where the piece of glass had sliced into him. He hobbled a few steps to where his father stood with the telephone. His father handed him the receiver and walked outside to comfort Lucas’ mother.
“Hello?” Lucas spoke into the microphone. A familiar voice on the other end responded.
“Hey.” The voice was male, and Lucas instantly recognized it.
“Glenn? How did you know I was here?”
“I installed a program in all of the watches that monitors vitals twenty four-seven. It beeped to alert me after you passed out, so I called your parents.” Lucas nodded as if Glenn could see him. Then he asked a question that was burning inside him.
“Glenn, did you notice anything weird in the paper this morning?” There was a pause on the other end.
“I thought I was the only one who noticed it!” Glenn said. “That’s why I called. That bombing never happened. I tried to reach Jake, when I suddenly remembered – if it can be called that – that he died.”
“Yeah,” Lucas said. “My parents filled me in on what I’m supposed to remember.”
“Good. That’ll save us some time.” Lucas wrinkled his brow in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“I can’t talk for long on the phone. Do you remember where my quote-unquote ‘lab’ is?” Lucas thought for a moment.
“Yeah, I think so,” he replied.
“Get here ASAP.”
“Alright. See you in a bit,” Lucas said. He hung up the phone and looked around the room.
He spotted a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans in a small plastic bag next to the chair. He limped over to them and examined the t-shirt. It had rips in each side, just below and behind the sleeves. He changed into the clothes after shedding the hospital gown, and then walked over to the mirror.
His dark black hair was slightly ruffled, but it always was. He had let it grow out to about medium-length for a twenty one-year-old man. In stark contrast to his jet black hair, his light blue eyes stared into the eyes of his reflection. Then he let his wings stretch out through the holes in his shirt.
“Alright,” he muttered. He put on the shades, bandana, and generic baseball cap that were piled in the bag as well. Then his father walked in.
“Lucas,” he said, surprise betrayed in his voice. He glanced at Lucas’ leg. “You’re in no shape to go anywhere.” He walked to the mirror to stand next to his son. If Lucas’ father had less gray hair, less wrinkles, and blue eyes, the two could be mistaken for twins.
“It’s my leg, dad,” Lucas replied. “I’m in no position to walk anywhere. I can still fly.” With that, he ambled toward the window and pulled it open. The cool Chicago breeze blew across him. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
“Just don’t do anything stupid.” He laughed and grabbed the two sides of the window pane. With all of his strength, he launched himself through the opening. He let himself fall a few stories, and then stretched out his wings. The air resistance from the wings being opened caused him to be something like a hang-glider. Then he flapped his wings a few times to gain altitude and headed toward Glenn’s “lab”.
Lucas had a little bit of trouble remembering how to fly. He had even more trouble remembering how to land. When he finally reached Glenn’s “lab”, the landing caused him to sprain his ankle – on the same leg that was cut. He gritted his teeth and limped towards where Glenn was waiting for him.
The “lab” wasn’t much. On the outside, it looked like an old house that had been abandoned for decades. The paint, where and was left, was faded and peeling; the wood was starting to rot. The porch had been newly refurbished (with some money Glenn had made from his part-time job), but it was incredibly small.
Glenn was sitting on the top step when Lucas made his arrival, and walked toward him to help him walk.
“You know about your limited control over Time, right?” he asked as he let Lucas use him as a crutch. Lucas just nodded. Glenn continued.
“Good, good.” He helped his injured friend up the steps and through the door.
The inside of the “lab” very much resembled the outside, except that the floors and tables were cluttered with mechanical and other trinkets; some finished, some not. Among them, in glass cases, were what appeared to be updated versions of their comm-watches. Following Lucas’ stare, Glenn explained.
“Those are just prototypes. I’ve been working on them for a while, but I can’t seem to get them quite right.”
“Are they any different?” Lucas asked. Glenn laughed.
“They’re supposed to be, but like I said, I can’t get them quite right.” They continued through the clutter and reached the stairs. Lucas groaned.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” he mumbled.
“Sorry,” Glenn said. “No joke.”
The two climbed the stairs awkwardly, reaching the top without too much pain. They turned a corner and went into a room with a little less debris in it. It was Glenn’s study room.
He had a quick-processing computer with ridiculously high-speed internet. There was a couch, which Lucas fell into, and refrigerator. The refrigerator was mostly filled with sodas.
“So, what now?” Lucas asked. He had pulled down the bandana and taken off his shades and hat. Glenn pulled a rolling swivel chair up to the computer and opened a web-page. He scrolled up and down, scanning the dates and headlines. Then he turned the monitor so Lucas could see it.
“We dig up some dirt,” he said.
“What website is it?” Lucas asked.
“The newspaper’s website. They have a list of all the top headlines from their paper going back nearly ten years ago.”
“So… What?”
“So we just go back through the headlines and read the articles until we find something weird. We need to find the date of when all these weird memories started.” Lucas nodded. He looked at his green-eyed, blonde-haired friend and tried to figure out how he had gotten so smart.
“Let’s get started,” Lucas said. Glenn nodded and went to the headline with the earliest date.
“I just hope this works,” he said. He read the headline and the article aloud. Nothing interesting. Nothing out of the ordinary. Glenn clicked the “Next Article” link.
Glenn read through almost five years of articles, one for every day of every year. Finally, something triggered a false memory in their minds. Glenn reread the headline:
“’Small crater found near Chicago; Authorities baffled.’ Hmm… I remember that,” he said, “but I don’t think I should.” Lucas agreed.
“What was the date on that?” he asked. Glenn scrolled up a little bit.
“July eighth, 2016.” Lucas sat up.
“That’s three days before the bombing!” he exclaimed. Glenn thought for a moment, then realized that his friend was right.
“That can’t be a coincidence,” he said, getting up from the chair. He helped Lucas up and walked him down the hall to another room. This room had no windows and it was almost midnight. Glenn flipped on a light switch near the door. Lucas gasped.
“No clutter?!” he asked sarcastically. Glenn gave and equally sarcastic laugh.
“I’ve allegedly been working on this for – get this – five years,” he said. Lucas shook his head.
“Man, this is weird,” he said. There were three noticeable things in the room: a dome-like pod; a glass case with a watch in it; and a panel with buttons, switches, and knobs on it. The panel was connected to the pod via a large cord. Glenn walked Lucas to the panel.
“It’s a working time machine,” he said. Lucas’ jaw dropped. “Or, at least, it will be.”
“So, it’s not done yet?” Lucas asked.
“Oh, no no no! Of course it’s done! I was just missing two things. Until today.” Lucas watched him turn some knobs.
“What things?” he asked. Glenn smiled.
“A destination date.” Lucas’ eyes widened with realization.
“July eighth!” he said excitedly.
“2016. But remember, I said two things,” Glenn continued. He looked at Lucas. “Something that can manipulate time.”
“What?”
“This machine was built to amplify your time powers and give you temporary complete control over them,” Glenn explained. Lucas nodded.
“Then let’s go!” he said. He started to limp towards the pod, but Glenn grabbed his shoulder.
“It’s only big enough for one person,” he said slowly. Lucas whipped back around.
“What?” he asked.
“I was only able to design it to fit one person.”
“And you want me? To go back? Alone?” Lucas asked. Glenn shook his head.
“Not exactly alone,” he said. He walked to the glass case and removed the cover. Lucas furrowed his brow in confusion.
“A comm-watch?” he asked. Glenn took the watch out and placed it on Lucas’ wrist opposite his current comm-watch.
“Once again, not exactly. This comm-watch was designed to be completely immune to your Time powers. It has a direct link to this panel.” Lucas fiddled with the wristband of the watch, adjusting it to fit correctly.
“So, even though I’ll be five years in the past and you’ll be here and now, we can still talk?” he asked. Glenn nodded. “Alright. Let’s do it.” Lucas limped toward the dome, while Glenn went to the operating panel.
“Ready?” Glenn asked. Lucas nodded and Glenn flipped a switch that opened the dome.
“What do I do?” Lucas asked after stepping into the pod.
“Do you see the handprints and shoeprints on the sides and the bottom?” Lucas looked left, right, and down, and then nodded. “Match them up with your hands and feet and concentrate on your destination date.” Lucas gave a thumbs up and put his palms on the handprints and his feet on the shoeprints.
Glenn flipped the switch again and the dome closed. He pulled down two levers on his right and pushed a button on his left. A digital read-out of a countdown flashed onto the inside of the dome. Ten seconds. Glenn’s voice crackled over the new comm-watch.
“Good luck. Don’t do anything stupid.| Lucas laughed and the countdown hit zero. Glenn pushed another button. Lucas felt as if the life was being drained out of him. He kept concentrating on the date, but it was painful. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
Then he was gone. The dome was empty. Glenn ran to the glass covering to peer inside. It appeared to have worked. Glenn jumped up in air in joy. He ran back to the panel and hit the intercom button connecting it with Lucas’ comm-watch.
“Lucas?” he asked. No response. “Lucas, can you hear me?”
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
That was chapter 1. So..... Whaddya thinks?
|
I might get to this..... Sometime..... Maybe.....
OLOLOLOLOL AE DUN TINK SO K BYE BYE I IS TEH 42 NOW BYE BYE! |
|
»Ace Element«
FT Admin
[M:0]
member is offline
![[avatar]](http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/a/a3/180px-Answer_to_Life.png)
I has a face™ © 1857 by AE.
Joined: Jun 2007
Gender: Male
Posts: 50
Location: In a place
Karma: -8,388,608 | | Re: Time Fracture
« Reply #1 on Oct 6, 2007, 9:19pm » | |
From the first section that I read ((Up until the part where Lucas fainted)) it was very good. I would finish it but I have to get some sleep.
I'll rate it once I've read the entire thing XD.
|
![[image]](http://img377.imageshack.us/img377/5619/flameoftimemj7.gif)
![[image]](http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/3631/aceelementky3.gif)
![[image]](http://img411.imageshack.us/img411/3056/cycleea0.gif) |
|
Phlaeming Phoenix
FT Board Mod
[M:0]
member is offline
NO MORE GRAMMAR FOR YOU!!! | O RLY?
Joined: Aug 2007
Gender: Male
Posts: 40
Location: In a place. Somewhere.
Karma: 2 | | Re: Time Fracture
« Reply #2 on Oct 7, 2007, 7:11pm » | |
Lol. Yeah, it's pretty long. The finished copy (handwritten) is gonna be about.... 125-130 pages long.  And it's the first in a trilogy. The other two.... Well, I have about 20 pages of the second written, and the third is pretty much all planned out in my 'ead. Heh heh.... Cool accents.
|
I might get to this..... Sometime..... Maybe.....
OLOLOLOLOL AE DUN TINK SO K BYE BYE I IS TEH 42 NOW BYE BYE! |
|
Phlaeming Phoenix
FT Board Mod
[M:0]
member is offline
NO MORE GRAMMAR FOR YOU!!! | O RLY?
Joined: Aug 2007
Gender: Male
Posts: 40
Location: In a place. Somewhere.
Karma: 2 | | Re: Time Fracture
« Reply #3 on Oct 10, 2007, 8:22pm » | |
w00t! DOUBLE POSTAGE!!!!
Anyways, I figured I would post chapter 2! So.... Here's chapter 2!
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter Two: Unexpected Circumstances
Lucas could, in fact, hear him. He was simply unable to respond.
He was hurtling through something that was like a kaleidoscope. The colors, however, were various shades of grey, ranging from white to pitch black. He was frozen in the outstretched position that he had been in inside of the dome – arms out and feet apart.
Glenn’s voice was coming through the comm-watch almost constantly now. As each second passed, his voice grew more and more frantic.
Lucas felt a sharp pain in his head and winced. He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was falling from the sky, facing the clouds.
“Ahh!” he yelled. For a second, he realized that his voice was higher-pitched than he remembered. Then he hit the ground. Actually, he hit a patch of very tall grass, which cushioned his landing a bit. Then he hit the ground.
“Oh…” he groaned. Then Glenn’s voice came on again.
“Lucas?!” he yelled. The voice was crackly and metallic. Lucas reached his hand over to hit the “Talk” button on the new comm-watch.
“I’m here,” he gasped. The impact had knocked the wind out of him.
“Oh, thank goodness!” Glenn sighed. “You had me really worried!” Lucas laughed a little.
“Thanks, mom,” he said sarcastically. There was a brief pause – probably because Glenn was laughing, too – so Lucas took the opportunity to sit upright. He looked around him, but the grass was so tall that he would have to stand to see over it.
“So what was it like?” Glenn asked. Lucas shook his head.
“Insane,” he replied. “It was like I was watching an old black-and-white movie through a kaleidoscope. I couldn’t move, except my face. I was stuck with my arms out, like I was in the dome.” He could almost see his friend’s bright green eyes brimming with excitement. Then came an unexpected comment.
“Your voice sounds different,” Glenn said.
“Well, I kinda just fell about ten stories. I got the wind knocked out of me. That’s probably why.”
“You fell ten stories?” Even over the comm-watch, Lucas could hear the surprise in his friend’s voice.
“Yeah,” he said slowly. “Why? Is that important?”
“What’s the date?” Glenn asked after a pause.
“Isn’t it July eighth?”
“It should be. You old comm-watch is solar powered. Point it north and wait ten seconds.” Lucas did as he was told. Then he looked at the watch. And groaned.
“Glenn,” he said. “You sent me back too far. It’s February twenty fifth.
“But it is 2016?” Lucas checked his watch again.
“Yeah.”
“Time?”
“Uhh…. One forty three PM. Why?” Lucas heard his friend groan. “What?” he demanded.
“February twenty fifth. At two forty seven, you first get your powers.” Lucas’ jaw dropped. He stared at the new watch in disbelief. Then he noticed something strange.
“Oh no,” he whispered He stood up. “Oh no.” He twisted his head around to look at his left wing. It wasn’t there.
“Lucas?” Glenn said. Lucas spun in circles, trying to see his wings. He cursed.
“Glenn,” he said into the comm-watch. “Glenn, something went wrong. I found out why my voice sounds different.” He gulped. “I’m sixteen again.” There was a long silence.
“What?!” Glenn asked.
“I was looking at my watch. Remember when I adjusted it to fit before I got in the dome? Well, I noticed it was loose on my wrist. When I twisted around to see my wings, they weren’t there. You’ve invented the fountain of youth.” Another long silence.
“I have a hypothesis,” Glenn said. “You didn’t really travel back in time. It must have been more of a rewind kind of thing. You probably look exactly like your sixteen-year-old self.” Lucas sighed.
“So what do I do?” he asked.
“I have an idea. Stay on the down-low for a while, see what happens.”
“Alright. I’ll beep you if I find something interesting.” He turned off the microphone.
“Looking around, he realized where he was. He wasn’t too far from his old high school.
“Might as well,” he shrugged. Then he headed for the school.
There was nobody on the football field, and rightfully so. Chicago, in February, was not good for high school football. He easily snuck up to the side of the gym locker rooms.
What class was he in right now? Then he remembered. It was the last class of the day, Computer Sciences. He snuck around the corner toward the technology wing. His Computer Science classroom was a window room. He found the right window and peered in.
“Wow,” he muttered. Someone whipped their head around and Lucas ducked.
“It was probably the wind,” came a familiar voice. Lucas mouthed the name “Jenna” and stood back up to look through the window again. Who was she talking to?
“Yeah,” came another, deeper voice. Jaret. “It just scared me a little bit.” Jenna laughed. The two went back to their work.
Lucas scuttled to the left a bit and looked through another window. He dove to the ground so fast, it almost knocked the wind out of him. How had he forgotten that he’d been assigned a window seat? Past-Lucas had almost seen him. That would not have been good. He crawled over some packed snow and behind a bush, then went to attend to his leg that he had injured at home and in landing at the “lab”.
He pulled the bandage off and gasped. There was no cut. His ankle appeared normal. Then he realized that he shouldn’t have been so surprised by it. His sixteen-year-old self hadn’t dropped a glass or landed sloppily.
He looked at his watch. Two fifteen. Only another half hour before school let out. He crouched behind the bush and waited.
Lucas’ legs were starting to get tired. He glanced once more at his watch. Less than one minute. He looked up and peeked over the bush.
There was a loud ring and the sound of talking drifted out through windows and doors. Suddenly, the double-doors twenty feet away burst open and he watched himself run out of the school with a backpack on. A crowd of teenagers came out a moment later, but most of them turned and walked the other direction, toward the buses and the parking lot.
Looking to his right, he saw himself crossing the street and stood to follow.
“Whoa!” his past self yelled out. He jumped to his left and put his arms out defensively. A dark blue minivan screeched to a halt just inches away. His past self walked quickly out of the road.
“Dang,” Lucas whispered. “I wasn’t too smart.” He walked quickly to try and lessen the gap between him and himself. He did, however, stay a safe distance away.
His past self suddenly stopped. Lucas sidestepped behind a nearby tree. An old man had stopped past-Lucas and started talking to him. Then he touched the teen’s forehead and walked on.
Lucas watched from behind his cover as his past self shrugged and continued home. Lucas followed him from a safe distance and watched carefully.
After his past self went inside the home, Lucas ran to the old decrepit house next door and forced his way in through a back window. He peeked through the shades to look at his past house. Then he felt a sharp pain in his back.
“Oh,” he muttered. “I forgot how bad it hurt.” A series of frantic, pained yells came from the other house. His past self had started growing wings, and his sprouted at the same time. He clenched his teeth and tried not to scream out in pain.
After the wings had grown out to their correct size (considering his age, height, and weight), he contacted Glenn through the new comm-watch.
“I just found something interesting,” he said. Glenn’s voice crackled over the speaker.
“Same here,” was the reply. Lucas blinked for a moment, then pushed down the talk button.
“I’ll go first,” he said. When no objections were made, he proposed his hypothesis. “I think that whatever happens to my past self happens to me at the same time.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” Lucas began. He checked his watch. “About three minutes ago, my wings grew back.”
“What time is it?”
“Two fifty eight PM.”
“How do you know it happened to you past self at the same time?” Glenn asked. Lucas peeked through the window.
“I’m sitting in the old abandoned house next to my old one. When my back started hurting, I heard… me screaming next door. It’s quiet now.” He could almost hear the wheels turning in Glenn’ head.
“What about elements?”
“What about them?”
“Can you use them? All of them?”
“I don’t know,” Lucas replied. “I haven’t tried.” He held out his hand and concentrated. A flame jumped up from his palm and danced up and down. He closed his fingers around it and it was gone.
“Well?” Glenn asked. Lucas tried Lightning. It worked, too.
“Yeah,” he said after a pause. “I think so.”
“Did you try Steel or Rock?”
“What?” Lucas asked. “Why?”
“Because, in our time, I have Steel and Rocker has Rock. Try Rifle, too.”
Lucas understood. He looked at his hand again. It turned into an iron spike. He was a bit surprised. Then he tried Rock. His hand turned into a stone mallet.
“Steel and Rock work,” he replied. “I’m scared that Rifle will be too loud, but it probably works.”
“That probably means that, if you’re right, you’ll lost those after our past self gives them to me, Jaret, and Trigger. Same with Water and Lightning, too.”
“Yeah, probably,” Lucas agreed. “You said you found something interesting, too?”
“Oh,” Glenn replied. “Yeah. There’s a chance I might not be able to bring you back into the present. Lucas’ jaw dropped.
“What?!” he snapped.
“The machine is powered by you. Since you’re not here, I can’t power it. I may be able to link the communication device to the dome and have you activate it through your watch. But no guarantees.”
“There never are these days,” Lucas grunted. Glenn laughed a little.
“I’m almost positive it will work,” the genius said. “I just need time.”
“Alright,” Lucas replied. “Anything else I should know?”
“Yeah. Don’t run into your past self. You can’t let you see you.” Glenn laughed. “That sounded weird.” Lucas rolled his eyes.
“What happens if I do see me?” he asked.
“It’ll start a paradox that could result in one of two things: the entire time stream could collapse and fall apart, or lowering your chances of getting back to the present to zero percent.”
“Dang,” Lucas muttered.
“It will also probably sever the link between your new comm-watch and my lab. Forever,” Glenn added.
“Alright, I’ll be careful. Bye.” Lucas turned off the intercom. He folded his hands together and rested his chin on them. “This could be a bit of a problem.”
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
There it is. Shorter than chapter 1. Enjoy.
|
I might get to this..... Sometime..... Maybe.....
OLOLOLOLOL AE DUN TINK SO K BYE BYE I IS TEH 42 NOW BYE BYE! |
| |
|
![[Home]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/menu/home.gif)
![[Help]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/menu/help.gif)
![[Search]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/menu/search.gif)
![[Login]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/menu/login.gif)
![[Register]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/menu/register.gif)
![[Search This Thread]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/search2.gif)
![[Send Topic To Friend]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/sendtopic.gif)
![[Print]](http://s4.images.proboards.com/buttons/print.gif)
Logged