Time Fracture

Started by MrCheeseyPuff August 5th, 2007 11:54 AM
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MrCheeseyPuff

Stealth CoOwner:The Ninja Club

Age 31
In a place. With air. I hope.
Seen April 22nd, 2013
Posted June 11th, 2008
260 posts
17.3 Years
This is an original story. The ideas are mine. I thunked up the entire thing. Ignore the strange word in the previous sentence.
Anywho, this is a story about a guy who lives in the not-too-distant-future, let's say 2016. He's pretty much an average guy, 21 years old, married, no kids. Oh, and he's a superhero. He's got wings (kinda angelic, kinda bird-like) on his back, and can control 12 elements. He also has some control over Time, but it's limited (e.g. - it only happens sometimes, and when it does, he may or may not be in full control of it). Something happens, and it changes the past, but he's the only one who knows that the events that "happened" 5 years ago, weren't supposed to happen. Or is he the only one? Do I sound like a commercial? Good. Here it is, chapter one. BTW, I'm just going to copy+paste it straight from Word, up until the second break in the chapter. Then I'm going to type it straight from my free-hand copy. There is some violence, but I generally try to avoid rough language or..... "saucy" materials. And if you notice any errors (grammar, spelling, etc.), please tell me and I will fix them.
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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 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.
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“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”.
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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 to where Glenn was sitting.
The "lab" wasn't much. On the outside, it looked like an old house that had been abandoned for decades. The paint, where any was left, was faded and peeling; the wood was starting to rot. The porch had been newly refurbished (with some money Glenn had saved 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 out.
"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' gaze, 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 gotta be kidding me," he mumbled.
"Sorry," Glenn replied. "No joke."
The two climbed up the stairs awkwardly, reaching the top without too much pain. The 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 fast internet. There was a couch, which Lucas fell into, and a refrigerator. The refrigerator was mostly filled with sodas.
"So what now?" Lucas asked. He had pulled the bandana and taken off the 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 that?" Lucas asked.
"The newspaper's. They have a list of top headlines form their paper going back nearly ten years."
"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 article aloud. Nothing interesting. Nothing out of the ordinary. Glenn clicked the "Next Article" link.
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Glenn read through almost five years of articles, one for every day of every year. (For those of you who are wondering, that's one-thousand eighty six articles. Four of the years were regular years and one was a leap 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, 2011." Lucas sat up.
"That's three days before the bombing!" he exclaimed. Glenn thought for a moment, then realized his friend was right.
"That can't be 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 a light switch near the door. Lucas gasped.
"No clutter?!" he stammered. Glenn gave him a 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 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 components. Until today." Lucas watched him turn some knobs.
"What components?" he asked. Glenn smiled.
"A destination date." Lucas' eyes widened with realization.
"July eighth!" he said excitedly.
"2011. But it's also missing one more thing," Glenn continued. He looked at Lucas. "Something - or someone - that can manipulate Time."
"What?"
"This machine was built to amplify your Time powers and give you temporary control over them," Glenn explained. Lucas nodded.
"Then let's go," he said. Glenn grabbed his shoulder.
"It's only big enough for one person," he said slowly. Lucas whipped around.
"What?" he asked.
"I was only able to design it so that one person would fit inside."
"And you want me to go? Alone?" Lucas asked. Glenn shook his head.
"Not exactly alone," he replied. 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 communicate?" he asked. Glenn nodded. "Alright. Let's do it." Lucas limped over to the dome, while Glenn went to the operating panel.
"Ready?" Glenn asked. Lucas nodded and Glenn flipped a switch that opened the pod.
"What do I do now?" Lucas asked after stepping into the pod.
"Do you see the hand prints and foot prints on the sides and bottom?" Lucas looked left, right, and down, then nodded. "Match them up with your hands and feet and concentrate on the destination date." Lucas gave a thumbs up and put his palms on the sides and his feet on the foot prints.
Glenn flipped the switch again and the dome closed. He pulled down two levers to his right and pushed a button on his left. A digital readout 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 though 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 and peered inside. It looked like it worked. Glenn jumped in the air in joy. He ran back to the panel and hit the intercom button connecting it with Lucas' new comm-watch.
"Lucas! It worked!" he said. No response. "Lucas, I said it worked!" Still nothing. "Lucas? Lucas can you hear me?!"
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And that was chapter one. Hope you enjoyed it. Please provide feedback. And, if you will, give me rating on a scale of 1-10. Thanks.


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MrCheeseyPuff

Stealth CoOwner:The Ninja Club

Age 31
In a place. With air. I hope.
Seen April 22nd, 2013
Posted June 11th, 2008
260 posts
17.3 Years
Okay, since no one's replied and since I haven't actually gotten chapter 2 typed yet, if a Mod will please lockify this until further notice (when I get through chapter 3 prolly), that would be nice. Thanks you.


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MrCheeseyPuff

Stealth CoOwner:The Ninja Club

Age 31
In a place. With air. I hope.
Seen April 22nd, 2013
Posted June 11th, 2008
260 posts
17.3 Years
Thank you, Careful With That Axe, Pichu. And now, here's chapter two of Time Fracture.
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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.”
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Seen April 22nd, 2013
Posted June 11th, 2008
260 posts
17.3 Years
Chapter 3! Someone please post. Please. I need some feedback.
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Chapter Three: Living In the Past

Lucas felt strange. It was like his legs were glued to the ground. He looked behind him. His wings were gone. He looked up. All he could see was the sky. Then the ground started shaking.
“Earthquake?” he mumbled. He was looking at the ground beneath his feet when something hit in the head. He sat straight up. It was just a dream.
He fell backwards onto his pillow. Then he felt the ground shake again. Again, he sat up. This time, there was no mistaking it.
“Not an earthquake,” he whispered. He stood and ran for the window.
The sun was up. There were a few clouds in the sky, but not many. But these, he barely noticed. A bulldozer was driving straight at the house.
“Oh no,” he whispered. He turned and ran for the stairs.
CRASH! The bulldozer hit the wall where the window was. He was shaken up a bit by the impact and tripped on a step.
Clambering up the stairs, Lucas ran to the opposite wall, away from the bulldozer, and looked out through another window. There was nobody on that side.
“Yes!” he exclaimed. He unlatched the sliding glass pane and pushed it upward. There was a screen, but it wouldn’t be too hard to get through.
He stepped back and got a running start, diving headfirst through the opening. He immediately flapped his wings to keep his altitude and flew straight for the tree line, looking back only to be sure he hadn’t been seen.

“What?” Glenn’s voice crackled over the communicator.
“They bulldozed the abandoned house,” Lucas replied. “I just barely got out.”
“Oh,” Glenn said. “I remember that now. That’s supposed to happen.” Lucas shook his head.
“They could’ve put up a notice, at least.”
“Sorry. Anything else happening?”
“Nope. Apparently, my past self is learning how to throw fireballs. Other than that… Nothing.”
“Okay,” Glenn replied. “If anything else comes up, contact me.”
“Alright.” Lucas clicked off the communicator and checked the date. February twenty sixth. “Still a long way to go,” Lucas grumbled. He turned and went deeper into the forest.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Lucas wiped the sweat from his brow.
“Finally!” he sighed. In front of him was what looked like a newly constructed deer blind. He dropped the hammer and climbed down.
Walking around the small building, he inspected his work. It was about five feet by seven feet by five feet. It was perfectly camouflaged. He liked it.
“Without even using my powers, too!” he remarked. He flew up to the door and scrutinized the inside. Once again, perfect. And it was a perfect vantage point. He could see clear across the field to his old house.
He checked his watch. It was almost eight PM. The small room had taken him nearly twelve hours to complete.
He flopped onto his bed and instantly fell asleep.

For the next four months, nothing really interesting happened. Lucas had stayed holed up in his blind, watching his past self. The Lucas of the past had given Glenn, Jenna, Jake, Jaret, and Trigger their elements. As the past Lucas gave his powers away, the watching Lucas noticed that he could no longer use them.
On the day that Jaret was killed, Glenn woke Lucas up early through the comm-watch. Lucas stayed in bed that day.
After the past Glenn had made everyone comm-watches, Lucas was able to listen in on some of their conversations. Most of them were boring.
Most of the time, Lucas just sat or paced. He had nothing to do, nothing he could do.
Then came the original destination date. July eighth had arrived.

On the night of July seventh, Lucas couldn’t sleep. He went over what might happen the next morning. At midnight, he climbed out of the blind and flew to where the crater was found. He found nothing, just another field surrounded by trees. He crouched behind a bush and waited.
He didn’t wait long.
At one AM, on the dot, he thought he saw something in the middle of the field. He inched forward until it was within reach.
It was an orb, about four inches in diameter. It appeared to have the same kaleidoscope of grey that he had seen when he came back in time. He stretched out his hand.
The orb expanded, throwing Lucas over the bushes and into a tree. He staggered to his feet in time to see a humanoid figure in the middle of the expanded orb, hanging a few inches off the ground. Then the orb shrank into nothingness, leaving behind the figure and a crater.
For a few moments, the figure stayed suspended. Then gravity took control and it fell into the crater, landing almost perfectly. It took off running in the opposite direction.
“Dang it,” Lucas whispered. He ran forward and leapt into the air, flying after the fleeing figure.
Fortunately, Lucas’ flying was faster than the other’s running, and he closed the gap quickly. When he was almost directly above, he folded in his wings and went into a dive.
The figure must have heard something, because it suddenly stopped and looked up. Too late. Lucas was on top of it, pinning its shoulders to the ground.
“Who are you and what you doing here?” Lucas demanded. The figure had apparently been wearing a hood, which had fallen off when Lucas hit.
The figure was a man in his late twenties. His hair was dark red as Lucas shined a flashlight over the man’s face. But his eyes were the most interesting part of his face.
The man’s eyes were mismatched. For a moment, Lucas thought he had knocked one of the man’s contacts out, but realized that both eyes were as natural as they could be.
The man’s right eye was white, completely white except the pupil, as if he were wearing white-out contacts. But his left eye was dark green. If Lucas hadn’t been shining a light into it, he would’ve thought it was black.
“My name,” the man said, struggling under Lucas’ weight,’ is Baren. B-A-R-E-N. And I’ve come to kill Time.” Just as he finished, Baren produced a small caliber handgun from his belt and pressed it against Lucas’ stomach.
Lucas rolled to the side just as a shot rang out. He felt the wind from the bullet flying past him. He ended up on his back a few inches away, but leapt to his feet. He was too slow. Baren was gone.
Lucas cursed and kicked the air in front of him. Then he jumped up and took off towards the crater again.
Hoping to find something, he landed in the crater and combed the dirt with his flashlight. Nothing.
“Baren, huh?” he muttered. “Well, I hope your ready, Baren, because Phoenixes can’t be stopped. I’ll be looking for you.” Then he flapped his wings and flew back to his blind.

“He spelled it out for you?” Glenn sounded incredulous.
“Yes!” Lucas repeated. “He said, ‘My name is Baren. B-A-R-E-N. And I’ve come to kill Time,’ and then he tried to shoot me.”
“But you saw the black-and-white kaleidoscope?” Glenn asked. Lucas sighed.
“Always with the questions. Yes. It was a little orb, then I turned into a big orb, then it shrank, and Baren landed in the crater.”
“Sounds like something big.” Lucas sighed again. “Keep an eye out for anything weird.”
“I will,” Lucas replied. “So how’s that wireless powering-the-time-machine thing coming along?” This time, Glenn sighed.
“Not so good. I can’t figure out how to connect it to the watch without having the watch here with me.”
“Dang. Oh well. You’ll figure it out. You always do.” Glenn sighed again.
“Yeah. But this is different.”
“No rush, pal. I still have to fix a few things anyways. I’ll call if anything comes up.”
“Okay. Don’t do anything stupid.” Lucas grinned.
“I know,” he replied. “Bye.”

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Seen May 30th, 2013
Posted March 8th, 2012
174 posts
15.7 Years
This is... really, really good. the plot is interesting, especially the time travel bit. i think the characters need a little bit more work... Baren especially. I think Baren needs some sort of background story to explain why he's trying to kill Time.

I didn't really like Lucas's mother explaining all the technical bits of why Lucas has superpowers, I think a scientist at the hospital should do that, and then his parents fill him in on the details of his personal life.

By the way, what is the 'Rifle element'? I never really understood that.

I also think it needs a tad more description (especially the second chapter).

But so far so good, keep up the good work!

oh and seeing as you asked for a rating, i give it 7.5/8 out of 10
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Age 31
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Seen April 22nd, 2013
Posted June 11th, 2008
260 posts
17.3 Years
Finally, a reply! Thank you for the feedback, Magneto20. And, to address your comments, in order:
Yeah, I know. But I can't really think of any way to explain Baren's background without some kinda monologue where he bores the other characters to death... And I'm workin' on the others.
Hmm.... I think you might be right. I have an idea. I will edit it eventually, and I might post the edited explanation.
The Rifle element... is a key, integral part of chapter 9 (which isn't typed yet). I had almost this entire thing planned out for about a year before I actually started seriously writing it down. And the original plans had the Rifle element, so....
There are a couple reasons why I don't describe things with a whole lot of detail: 1) I don't actually live in Chicago, so I don't really know anything about it. :P 2) I want to leave as much room for the reader to create the backgrounds, what the buildings look like, etc as I can.
And thanks for the rating! Since I haven't posted in a while, and since someone actually replied, I guess I can post Chapter 4. Enjoy! :D
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Chapter Four: First Contact

Lucas woke with a start. He checked his watch. July eleventh, four thirty two AM.
Yawning, he got to his feet and walked to a small bag, apparently from some pawn shop in town. He opened the bag and removed the contents: a .45 Colt, a silencer, and two clips. He loaded one of the clips into the gun. He put the other one in his pocket.
All at once, he realized something that he thought he should have thought of before. He called Glenn on the comm-watch.
“Yeah?” came the familiar voice.
“Glenn,” Lucas replied, “What about a paradox?” Glenn was silent for a moment.
“What do you mean?”
“Won’t I create a paradox if I stop all this stuff?”
“Once again, what do you mean?” Glenn asked. Lucas sighed.
“Well, since I came back to stop the bombing, if I stop the bombing, I won’t have to come back. But then I will have to come back because I won’t come back. But then I won’t have to come back…”
“Wrong,” Glenn said.
“Really?” Lucas asked. “How?”
“This is different time travel. Different from everyone else’s idea of time travel anyway. Most people think that time moves in one continuous line. They’re wrong. Time moves in an infinite number of lines.”
“What?” Lucas asked.
“I just figured this out last night. It explains how you ended up in February.
“There are an infinite number of timelines. They are all stacked on top of each other. However, none of them are at the same point in time. At one time, there was one timeline. After that timeline reached a certain point, another line started below it, starting at the very beginning. This new timeline became an exact duplicate of the line above it, just a few years in the past.
“Every three-and-a-half years, a new ‘checkpoint’ is created. When time traveling, a person can only ‘land’ at a time checkpoint. February twenty fifth, 2016, must be a checkpoint day. When I tried to send you to July eighth, February twenty fifth was the closest checkpoint, so that was where you landed.”
“So… how does changing things work, exactly?” Lucas asked.
“When you change something on a certain timeline, everything in the timelines underneath it follow suit.”
“So… why not go to this checkpoint in the first timeline and fix everything from there?”
“Well,” Glenn sighed. “You can only ‘land’ in a timeline at the most recent checkpoint. There’s no way of knowing when that is on the first timeline.”
“Oh,” Lucas said.
“Do you understand?”
“Yeah,” Lucas nodded. “Barely.”
“Good. Now don’t forget, don’t – ” Lucas cut him off.
“I know, I know. Don’t do anything stupid.”
“Exactly!”

Lucas checked his watch. Eight forty five AM. Time to head out.
He twisted the silencer onto the barrel of his .45 and holstered it in his belt, using his shirt to conceal it. Then he flew off to the east, toward the church.

He arrived early. The bombing was going to happen at ten eighteen. It was nine fifty three when Lucas landed in a tree by the church. He waited.
At ten o’clock, almost on the dot, a few people started walking to their cars.
“Service must be done,” Lucas whispered. “Still more than fifteen minutes, though.” He waited longer. He “remembered” that on that day, he had been the last to leave, not counting Jenna.
After a few minutes, he saw himself walk outside, get into an SUV, and drive off. He glanced at his watch. Ten sixteen. He couldn’t wait any longer. He jumped down, landing with a muffled thud, and walked in through the back door. He stopped cold in his tracks.
“Jenna?” he whispered. There she was, not even five feet away from him, her eyes revealing as much surprise as his.
“Luke,” she said. “I thought you left.” Lucas nodded.
“I had to come back,” he replied. “I, uh… forgot to do something.” Jenna looked confused. Lucas stepped forward and grabbed her shoulders.
“Luke, what in the – ” Lucas cut her off.
“No time. I can’t explain. You wouldn’t be able to understand or believe what I have to say anyway.” Lucas was speaking quickly.
“Luke – ” again, he cut her off.
No time. You need to get out of here.” He glanced at his watch. “You have maybe thirty seconds. Go out the back door and run to the far side of the parking lot. Don’t stop. Don’t look back. Not until you reach the other side.” Jenna shook her head in confusion, but did as he told her.
As soon as the back door closed, Lucas pulled out his handgun. He walked toward the hall that led to the front doors. Suddenly, the front door opened. Lucas heard it squeak open and squeak closed.
Footsteps closed in. He quickly shut the door and leaned against the wall, beside the hinges. He had his pistol at the ready.
CRASH! The door slammed open, nearly crushing him. The bomber had kicked open the door, military style, and walked into the room. He stopped. Lucas slowly pushed the door closed and raised the .45 to eye level.
“Where – ” the bomber started.
“Lookin’ for someone?” Lucas asked. The man whipped around. It wasn’t Baren.
“Who are you?” the man questioned. Lucas shook his head.
“Who are you?” he responded. The man scowled. He held up a picture. It was a photo of Jenna. Lucas’ eyes widened and he almost lowered the pistol.
“Where is she?” the man demanded. Lucas recovered from his shock.
“Why are you looking for her?” he asked. The man lifted up his shirt. His belt was covered in plastic explosives. He held up a detonator.
“Where is she?” he repeated. Lucas shook his head.
“You won’t find her,” he replied. He squeezed off two shots. The bullets hit the man in the chest. He grunted and fell forward. There was an audible click.
Lucas raised an eyebrow and stepped toward the man. He turned the body over. A timer on the explosives was counting down. It hit three seconds.
“Dang,” Lucas muttered. He turned and ran through the door, tearing off his overshirt to reveal his wings.
He was almost at the double doors on the side of the building, directly across from the other room, when the timer beeped.
“Dang it!” he yelled. Then the bomb went off.
The explosion reached him before he reached the doors. He was thrown forward through the glass doors, shattering them and receiving multiple cuts all over his body. He was thrust into the air by the explosion.
Taking advantage of the momentum, he flapped his burnt wings and took off.

As if by instinct, Lucas crashed-landed outside Jenna’s house a few moments later, just as Jenna was driving up. She jumped out of the car and ran forward.
“Luke!” she yelled. Lucas lay in a battered heap, cuts all up and down his body, his wings burnt to a crisp, and an arm bent in an unnatural and probably painful way.
Jenna helped him to his feet and walked him inside. Her parents drove up just as she closed the door. She rushed him to her room and locked the door. Lucas collapsed onto her bed.
“Luke,” she whispered. “What happened?” Lucas lifted his head up a little bit.
“Bomb. Meant for you. I stopped it.” He paused. “I almost stopped it.” He let his head fall back down. Jenna opened a drawer on her vanity and pulled out a first aid kit. She rubbed rubbing alcohol over his cuts and wrapped him in bandages. He looked almost like a mummy, but his head wasn’t wrapped, only his torso, legs, and his unbroken arm.
“You really got yourself banged up,” she muttered. There was a knock at her door.
“Jenna?” came a voice.
“Yeah?” she replied.
“Why’s your door locked?” Jenna desperately tried to think of an excuse.
“I’m changing,” she said. “Then I’m going to take a nap.”
“Did you hear about the bombing?” the voice asked. Jenna sighed.
“Yeah. That’s why I want to sleep. I wanna dream that it never happened.” The voice seemed to understand. There were footsteps that went away from her door. She sighed again and tended to Lucas’ broken arm, setting it and wrapping it in a splint. She searched through the kit.
“Darn it,” she muttered. “I don’t have anything for burns.” She walked around to inspect Lucas’ wings. “Probably first degree. They should heal on their own.” Lucas didn’t respond. At first, Jenna started to panic, then realized he was still breathing. Lucas had fallen asleep.

Jenna was closely examining her friend. There was something different about him. His hair was a little longer than she remembered. But there was something else.
She looked him up-and-down, side-to-side. Then she saw the two comm-watches on his wrists. She hit the “Talk” button on hers.
“Phoenix?” she asked. Her voice crackled over the comm-watch on Lucas’ left wrist. She sighed. Then something happened. A familiar voice crackled over her comm-watch.
“Yeah?” It was Lucas’ voice. Jenna’s eyes widened.
“Where are you?” she asked.
“On the interstate. Why?” Lucas’ voice asked. Jenna inhaled shakily.
“Ironside? Sparky? Are you two listening?” Two more voices came over the speaker.
“Yeah,” Glenn’s voice said.
“What’s up?” Jake asked.
“The three of you need to get over here faster than ASAP,” Jenna whispered. Lucas’ voice crackled over the watch.
“Where?”
“My house,” Jenna replied. She cut the conversation and waited for her friends to arrive.

Lucas groaned. Jenna looked over at him. She pretended not to notice at first. Then he started to open his eyes and sit up.
“Oh, my everything…” he groaned. Jenna laughed a little. Lucas looked over at her.
“Hey, sleepy head,” she said. Lucas would’ve laughed, but he thought it would probably hurt.
“Jenna,” he said, “I need to explain.” She nodded. “I’m not Luke.”
“What?” she replied.
“Well, I kinda am. But mostly, I’m not.” Jenna raised an eyebrow in confusion. Lucas sighed.

Meanwhile, elsewhere inside Jenna’s house, the front door burst open. Lucas – the Lucas from this timeline – walked inside, in-suit. Jenna’s parents turned around.
“Luke,” her dad said, “what are you doing here?” Past-Lucas shook his head.
“No time,” he said. “Where’s Jenna?”
“In her room,” Jenna’s mom said, pointing down the hall. “She’s trying to sleep.” Lucas quickly walked toward Jenna’s bedroom.
“Glenn and Jake will be here soon,” he added. He reached the door.

“So why do you have two comm-watches?” Jenna asked.
“I can’t tell you,” Lucas replied. “It could – ” he was interrupted by the sound of the doorknob jiggling. Then, when the door didn’t open, there was a knock.
“Yeah?” Jenna asked.
“Jenna, it’s me,” Lucas’ past self said. Lucas looked at Jenna.
“You called him?” he whispered.
“Jenna?” his past self asked. Jenna pointed at the window.
“Hang on,” she said to the door. She pointed more frantically at the window. Lucas got up, opened the window, and jumped out.
Jenna got up to get the door, but Lucas’ past self was impatient.
CRASH! He kicked open the door, almost smashing Jenna’s nose in. He looked around the room. Nothing was amiss.
“Why’d you call us?” he asked. Jenna sat on the corner of the bed.
“I was sleeping,” she said, “and had a bad nightmare. After I woke up, it was déjà vu after déjà vu. I got paranoid.” She looked at the floor. “I’m sorry.” Lucas’ past self shook his head.
“It’s alright,” he said. “You know I don’t believe in déjà vus as mere coincidence.” He walked over and closed her window, then left.

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CoOmnipotent1of Pokemon:WARPED

Mah body.
Seen May 30th, 2013
Posted March 8th, 2012
174 posts
15.7 Years
So does the bomber have any connection to Baren?
Well, no matter, chapter four is just as good as the other three. I liked Glenn's explantion of time paradoxes.
Will Jared be invovled in Time Fracture at any point? Because wasn't it explained that he was a traitor that lead to the death of Jake (correct me if I'm wrong), so yeah, I thought he would have been a good character to include.

Oh, and I just noticed the banner for Time Fracture, saying it's the first of a trilogy. Will the other two focus on the time travelling/damaging plot?

Seeing as Lucas has the rifle element, does that mean he can shoot bullets out of his hands?

Keep up the good work!
Upload chapter 5, I must read more!
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MrCheeseyPuff

Stealth CoOwner:The Ninja Club

Age 31
In a place. With air. I hope.
Seen April 22nd, 2013
Posted June 11th, 2008
260 posts
17.3 Years
Wow, lots of questions. That's good. Now to answer them in order:
You'll find out later. ;)
Thank you, I thought of it myself.
Jaret (with a "t") died. I think it's mentioned in chapter 3. Yeah, " On the day that Jaret was killed, Glenn woke Lucas up early through the comm-watch. Lucas stayed in bed that day." So no, he won't be involved in the rest of the story. And he isn't/wasn't involved in Jake's death. In fact, that event is the next two chapters!
The other two will kinda focus on the Time stuff, mainly the Time damaging. As a hint/spoiler, the titles of the other two are World Fracture and Dimension Fracture.
And Lucas no longer has the Rifle element. His past-self gave it to Trigger.
And now, here's chapter 5!
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Chapter Five: Trap

Lucas landed awkwardly and painfully. He was still sore from the bombing, and jumping from a window was not fun. He waited under the window until he heard his past self leave. Then he started to walk towards the edge of Jenna’s backyard.
“Luke!” Jenna whispered. She was trying to say it loud enough for Lucas to hear, but soft enough so her parents wouldn’t. It worked. He turned around.
She had the window open again and beckoned him inside. He half-jumped, half-climbed through the window.
“Are you alright?” she asked quietly. Lucas nodded, then glanced over her head at the door. It was closed, but the hinges were looking bad.
“Thanks,” he whispered back. “If he had seen or heard me or anything, bad things would have happened.” Jenna furrowed her brow.
“Like what?” she asked. He shook his head.
“I can’t tell you.” Jenna sighed.
“You’re almost as bad as the government,” she replied. Lucas laughed a little.
“So why’d you call me back here?” he asked. Jenna shrugged.
“You can’t fly. You shouldn’t walk. You’re probably staying somewhere relatively far away. I can drive you.” Lucas raised an eyebrow.
“Are you sure?” he asked. She nodded. “Alright. But how are we gonna get out without your parents noticing?” Jenna pointed to the window. Lucas sighed. “Of course.”
The two of them climbed out through the window and walked around to the front.
“What about engine noise?” Lucas asked. Jenna put her index finger to her lips and climbed into the driver’s seat of her car. Lucas started to get into the front passenger seat, but Jenna stopped him.
“Lay down flat in the back until I give you the signal,” she said. He did as she told him. When he was flat in the back seat, she started the engine. The noise made her parents walk out onto the front porch.
“Jenna?” her dad said. “Where are you going?” Jenna rolled down the window and stuck her head out.
“I’m going into town to walk off a nightmare. I don’t know when I’ll be back,” she replied. Her father nodded and went back inside with her mother.
She pulled out of the driveway and drove down the road a little ways. Then she adjusted her rear-view mirror so she could see Lucas.
“We’re good,” she said. Lucas sat up and climbed into the front passenger seat.
“Clever,” he said. “Almost as clever as Glenn.” They both laughed.

“So where do I need to take you?” Jenna asked.
“You know where my house is?” Lucas replied, looking both ways before Jenna drove past the intersection. She gave him a confused look. “I mean Luke’s house.”
“Yeah,” she replied. “Do you live there?” He shook his head.
“But I live nearby. Not even a quarter of a mile away. Drop me off by Luke’s and I can walk the rest of the way.” This time, Jenna shook her head.
“You shouldn’t be walking,” she said. “At all.” Lucas looked out his window.
“You sound like my dad.” She glanced at him.
“Is that a compliment, or an insult?”
“It’s not meant as either,” Lucas replied. “But if you want to take it as either, it’s a compliment.” Jenna laughed.
“You’re such a diplomat,” she said. She eased the brakes on. Lucas looked at the traffic light. It was green. There were no cars in front of them.
“Are you turning?” he asked. She nodded.
“Shortcut,” she explained.
“Turn signal,” he replied. She turned the corner and looked at him.
“If I sound like your dad, and you sound like my mom, what does that make us?” she asked. Lucas laughed.
“It makes us very mature teens,” he replied.

Jenna slowed to a stop in front of Lucas’ old house.
“I still don’t think you should be walking,” she said. “Especially in your condition.” Lucas sighed.
“I’ll be fine,” he replied. “It’s not far from here.” He opened his door.
“At least let me walk you there,” Jenna said as she opened her door. Lucas shook his head.
“No,” he said. “Really. I’ll be fine.” Jenna gave up and sat back down.
“Alright,” she said. “If you insist.” Lucas closed the door and watched as Jenna drove off.
When she was around the corner, he walked quietly through the field to his blind and crawled into bed, still in pain. While laying in bed, he told Glenn what had happened.
“Awesome!” Glenn exclaimed after Lucas explained how he stopped the bomber.
“What I want to know is how he got his hands on a picture of Jenna,” Lucas said.
“Yeah,” Glenn agreed. “And who sent him.”
“Definitely.”
“So what happened after that?” Glenn asked. Lucas sighed and hesitantly told him what happened after the bomb exploded. When he finished, Glenn was silent for a moment.
“Glenn?” Lucas asked.
“You risked everything,” came the response. “Everything. The future, the present, the past, all of time! What if you had seen you?”
“Then we wouldn’t be having this conversation, now would we?” Lucas calmly replied.
“That falls under the category of ‘anything stupid’, Lucas!” Glenn was almost shouting now. “Don’t do it again!” Then he cut the conversation. Lucas blinked a few times. He had never seen, nor heard, Glenn get that angry.
“Fine,” he muttered to himself. “I won’t.”

When Lucas woke the next morning, he could tell something was wrong. He called Glenn.
“Does anything happen today?” he asked. He heard typing.
“Yeah,” Glenn replied somberly. “Jake dies today.” Lucas groaned.
“Does it say when or where?” he asked. More typing ensued.
“Nope.”
“Dang it. Well, I’ll just have to wing it then.”
“Well, you’d better wing it good. And don’t get seen. And don’t do anything stupid.” Lucas sighed.
“I know,” he replied. He cut the transmission and grabbed his .45 and silencer.
He donned the baseball cap, shades, and bandana with some difficulty, due to his recent injuries. Then he jumped through the opening to take off. He hit the ground. Hard.
“Oh,” he groaned. His wings were still crispy and stiff from the bombing. He staggered to his feet and walked back to the tree line.
He concentrated hard, trying to remember when and where Jake had died in his timeline. It was futile. He simply couldn’t remember. He did recall something about the comm-watches.
He glanced at his. It was six forty on a summer weekday, almost two hours before anyone would be up. His eyes widened.
“Except Jake,” he whispered. Then a voice crackled over his old comm-watch. It sounded like Jenna’s.
“Sparky!” the voice said frantically. “Phoenix! Ironside! Someone! Trigger’s holding me at the park! He’s threatening to kill me!”
Lucas suddenly remembered. Jenna and Glenn were heavy sleepers, but that voice, at that level, would wake up his past self. Jake was already awake and probably on his way to the park by now.
Lucas was tempted to use his comm-watch to warn Jake that it was a trap, but he would alert his past self as well.
“Dang it!” he yelled. Then he looked at his wings. They were burnt and stiff, but he strained and the started to bend and flap.
Getting a running start, he leapt into the air and took off shakily toward the park. He had to make it there before his past self did.

Lucas landed near a tree just as Jake arrived. There was a flash of lightning and Jake appeared. He seemed not to notice Lucas, and crept alongside the bushes toward the sound of screams in the woods nearby. Lucas followed silently, trying not to be seen.
Jake pushed a limb to the side and stepped into the trees. Lucas sped up and followed.
When he came to a clearing in the middle of the woods, he saw a figure strapped to a chair and Jake creeping up behind it. Then he spotted a trip wire, only a step or two away from where Jake was. Lucas called out.
“Sparky!” he cried. Jake whipped around. “It’s a trap!”
It was too late. Jake tripped the wire and the earth beneath his feet shot up and closed around him, forming a cage of rock. There were holes in it large enough to see through, and Jake’s face was visible in one.
“No,” Lucas whispered. The figure in the chair stood up and turned around. It was Rocker. He laughed.
“Rocker!” Jake yelled. “Come up here and fight me like a man!” Another laugh came from Lucas’ left. He looked toward the sound. Trigger stepped out from beneath a tree, laughing.
“Trigger?” Jake exclaimed.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Lucas muttered. Then more laughing came from the right. Lucas whipped around. A familiar, hooded figure emerged from the shadow.
“Who are you?!” Jake demanded. He looked at Lucas. “A little help, Phoenix?” Lucas stepped forward, keeping his eyes on all three foes.
“Sparky,” he said, “that’s Baren.” Baren looked at his watch.
“You’re here a little early, Phoenix,” he said. “But I guess it’ll do.” He looked at Rocker and nodded. Jake yelled out.
“Phoenix!” he yelled frantically. “Phoenix, the walls are closing in!” Lucas could see the cage shrinking. He racked his brain for a solution. Then he had an idea.
“Sparky, duck!” he yelled.
He held out his left hand. The earthen cage suddenly turned to ice. Lucas held out his right hand and a fire ball took shape. He cocked back his arm and threw the flaming orb at the frozen prison. It shattered and Jake fell to the ground, landing with one foot, one knee, and one hand on the ground.
“No!” Baren yelled. Rocker and Trigger ran at Jake, while Baren ran toward Lucas.
“Sparky, can you take ‘em?” Lucas yelled as he backed up slowly. He saw Jake nod. Lucas turned and sprinted through the trees, Baren on his heels.
When he got out, he flew straight up into the air and hovered in place. Baren came dashing out beneath him.
“Where are you, little Phoenix?” Baren growled. Lucas made two fists and used the Ice element to encase them in ice.
He dove at Baren and pulled his fists back, getting ready.

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