Aug-8-2002
I don’t know why I am writing this. I will never remember it anyway, and this paper will be lost in time. This is my only way, no, my only hope to keep my story alive.
My name is Sarah Carsiment. My family and I moved from New York to this boring little suburban town when I was in 7th grade. It was hard for me to make friends, but Chris took me in. I mainly believe it was because I was interested in what he talked about. Chris wasn’t a normal kid. He was very skinny and looked like he hadn’t slept for a week. He had short black hair that was always a mess. He had dark black eyes, and a clear complexion. He was always white because he never went into the sun unless he had to.
Ever since I met Chris he was interested in time, maybe even a little obsessed. He would find every book that he could about time and tell me how it was all wrong. He truly believed he knew how time worked and he wanted to prove it to me.
He said that time was nothing but frames; think of it like a cartoon. If you put all the frames close to each other and speed it up fast enough so that it didn’t look choppy, then you would never know that there were any frames at all, just one moving picture. They would move so fast that it would be impossible to tell that they were even there. If there was a way to stop a frame, then you could fall into any frame. The problem is, it can only work if you’re going back in time, because those frames are already made. Since there are no frames made for future, there would be nowhere to jump to.
When Chris was twelve, he knew how to physically go back in time and return in one piece. From then on he collected every cent he could to make a time machine. I knew that he was wasting his time, but he kept at it. I would ask him. “What will you do if you do go back in time?” He said he would kill the world’s enemies and make it a better place to live. That made sense to me. His mom died when he was a newborn; someone stole her car when she was still in it. He kicked her out and shot her twice; once in the leg and once in the head. The police never caught him.
I go over to Chris’s house every Saturday to keep him company while he works on his so-called time machine, but today I didn’t have time to even ring his doorbell. The second I stepped on his front porch he grabbed my arm and dragged me down to his basement. Right in front of me stood a 12-foot high cylinder covered in duct tape. I didn’t bother to ask him what it was; I just hoped that he hadn’t turned it on yet. I knew I would hate to see his face when it didn’t work. That’s when I heard a loud crack and a low rumble. I didn’t have time to process what was going on in my mind, because by that time the thing had started up, and he had me pushed inside.
There was a half-second flash, then the impossible happened. I COULD SEE MYSELF!!! It was me; I was walking to Chris’s house that day. My mouth opened, but I couldn’t speak. Millions of professors had tried and debated it, thousands of years were spent trying to explain it, but right then everyone’s questions were answered. There was a way to go back, a way to watch the past, study the past, live the past! Here. I was, looking at myself. I didn’t understand it, but I was looking at myself. I was about to call my other self over to me, but Chris stopped me. I jumped because I had forgotten he was behind me.
“Don’t do that!” he exploded. “If you meet yourself you will forever change your own life. There is a small part of the brain that organizes all you do and see. If you see yourself your brain won’t know what to do. It would shut itself down. Instead, tell me if you heard this on your way over.” Chris picked up a firecracker that he had with him and lit it. The next thing I heard scared me scared me a lot. I heard the same noise I had heard coming over to his house, only closer. But this time I saw too much. You know how you see people fainting in movies? Well, now I know what it’s like! When I got up I knew what had happened; I had gone back in time and seen myself. I sat up and found myself on Chris’s bed. He was at his desk writing something down. I didn’t feel like getting up and facing what had happened yet, so instead I lie back down and fell asleep without Chris even knowing.
By the end of the week we had covered ever-important event in history. When we got bored with that we got out the old history books and looked for events to view. We saw everything from the JFK assassination to Roswell, New Mexico.
I knew Chris too well to ask him to sell it to the government. He always hated any power over people. He felt that the government was bad and anyone with that kind of power would own the world and leaves him and his friends to die. Knowing Chris he would play around with it and use it to retake tests and get away with things.
One day the games stopped. I came over like I normally did, but this time he looked serious. I asked him if everything was okay. All he did was hold up a gun and say…
“It’s time to kill the killers.”
I didn’t believe what I just heard. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Never in my life had I thought that Chris would really go through with what he said. As I was standing there, still trying to digest what Chris said, he had already set up the time machine and was making his way in. I ran quickly after him. When I got to the other side I could see Chris; we were on top of a building. He was looking down with his hands on the stone ledge. I walked cautiously over to him and followed his eyes to the ground. I saw his mother fighting a man. She was trying to save her own life. About two seconds later there was a shot. It hit her leg. She collapsed to the ground. Then one more, right in the center of her head. I looked over at Chris and saw a tear running down his cheek that he didn’t bother to wipe away. I felt sick, I saw someone die, someone that I felt was close to me through Chris. I could only imagine what Chris was thinking. I followed him down the stairs and I saw him standing in the middle of the road stopping all the traffic. As his mom’s car turned the corner, Chris smiled a little and started to make his way over to the light blue Oldsmobile that his mom used to drive to work. All Chris was looking at were the mans eyes, dark black eyes. As I looked over at the man I saw one of the most shocking and frightening looking criminals I had ever seen. When Chris got to the car he jumped on the hood and walked over to the other side. All the cars on the other side started to move again. Chris opened the door right as the murderer pulled out his gun. Chris forced the man out to the street as he kicked the gun out of his hand and held it right up to the man’s temple.
“You just got done killing my mom. I don’t like that. For sixteen years I have had no mother and the worst part about it is that the killer got away. I have eight bullets in this gun, and you will feel all of them. If you’re lucky, I’ll kill you instead of leaving you to bleed to death.” Chris threw him up against the wall. I couldn’t believe what he was doing! I wanted to scream at Chris not to do it, but nothing came out. My mouth just opened and I stared in wonder. Chris took a step back and shot one bullet after another after another. After the first shot I fell to the ground. I felt like I had no strength left. I closed my eyes and put my hands over my eyes just in case I opened them for some reason. After the second shot my skin started to crawl as I began to cry involuntarily. After the first six shots that went into the mans arms and legs, Chris stood there for a while and let him bleed.
“Are you ready to die?” Chris asked the man. He was covered with blood and was lying in a ball on the ground crying. All he could do was shake his head. Then Chris shot him once again in the leg. He paused for a second, then finally put one more bullet into his head. Then he was dead. Chris had killed someone.
By now the cops were all over. Chris held the gun up to one of these cops and made his way into the same building that we had come from. He passed by me in a rush. I was glad that I have opened my eyes by that time. Chris then pressed the cheap little $5.99 garage door opener button. It opened to reveal a hole that would take us back to our proper time and place. Thankfully, the room was clear of people so no one witnessed our escape. As he grabbed my hand, we jumped into the hole. The half a second felt like forever just because I was so lost about what just happened.
When we got back I was upset with Chris. I was yelling and swearing at him, but he was too happy to listen to me.
“There are some people in this world who are mistakes. Their lives make everyone else’s lives hell. I am not committing a crime. I am fixing a wrong, and repairing the world. The things I am doing don’t make me a criminal; they make me a hero. Instead of taking pride and joy in my deeds, I disappear and let history take its turn. If you want, you too can save millions by killing one, or feel responsible for the millions of deaths that you could have easily saved. Are you with me or not?’
I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to, but was it right? I thought it was, but I didn’t know. I would never get caught for it, so why not? The only thing is, I will be killing someone. If I don’t, though, I will feel like I let millions die when I could have prevented it.
“O.K.,” I mumbled. That was first thing I would live to regret.
The next target that we had was the young Hitler. We were aiming for his childhood so we could get him out of the picture early rather than having the trouble of catching him alone when he is an adult. We aimed for his old elementary school. It took two weeks of planning for 2 minutes of time travel. We had every little move planned and we were ready to go. Then the day came when we were ready to go. I thought to myself when Chris was setting up the time machine, “There is no turning back now.”
Then we were off. We made it in a flash. We were right outside the school. We could see Hitler playing at the playground by himself. He looked just like he did in all the pictures, but without the mustache. Chris and I had to study German so we could tell the young Hitler exactly what was going on.
“Nice day.” Chris said.
“You ready?” I asked him, and myself. He kept walking than took a left turn. But I kept going straight. Straight to him. When I got to the boy I had second thoughts about killing him. He looked so innocent.
“Adolf Hitler?” I asked.
“Yes,” the boy responded
“You don’t know this, but you are going to kill millions of people when you become an adult. We are here to stop it.” I pulled out my gun and made him sit execution style on the ground with his head facing forward. I felt like I was doing the worst thing in the world. “Any last words?” I said swallowing hard.
“Only one,” He said as a smile came across his face, “but I don’t need it yet.” He kicked me in the stomach and started to make a break for it. I stood up and pointed the gun at him, but he threw a fellow classmate that had stayed after school in my line of fire. I started to chase him. He made a sharp left and ran down a flight of stairs. Once at the bottom he started to run towards the front door. Bushes blocked my view, preventing me from getting a good shot, but it didn’t mater, that’s what Chris was there for. He ran straight into the muzzle of his shotgun.
“Let me guess, you’re from the future too?” He said in a sarcastic way as he looked at death straight in the eyes.
“I’d put money on it” That was the last thing he heard as Chris pulled back the trigger. I didn’t see it, but I knew it was over when I heard the shot. I started to make my decent back to the starting location where I was supposed to wait for Chris to send us back home.
When we got home I was crying. I knew that what we were doing was wrong. We were killing people that hadn’t done anything yet. “Couldn’t we just warn them? If they still kill someone then we will kill them,” I asked Chris.
“We did.” He explained. “When we told him that he was going to kill all those people he knew something was wrong. If he did change his mind then we would have had to disappear because we wouldn’t have had any reason to go back in time to kill him. His future would have been changed.”
As he told me all this I was reminded of how much I didn’t understand about time. To think, we were really going back in time and changing it to make today a better place. We were the first ones to do it. It was way too much for me.
The next time I met him, it was at a pond by my house. I saw him outside my window. I grabbed a folder of information I was gathering on the first leader of the Ku Klux Klan. I went outside and handed him the folder. He looked at it, not opening it once, and set it down.
“We will go tomorrow, but, for now, I want to enjoy the outside. The time we were at Hitler’s school was the first time I had been outside for two weeks.” He said, “I would just like to stay here for today”
So that’s what we did, well at least he did. He was there until about 1:00A.M. His dad has been out of town for three weeks so there was no one to tell him to get inside. He was a good guy who let Chris chase his dream. He had lots of pictures of his wife all around the house, but he got really mad when Chris touched them. He was about 140 pounds, had black hair, very tall and had a pale white face. He is almost scary. When I was younger I found out that he had a skin problem and couldn’t be exposed to very much light, or he could develop skin cancer. He was only married once. Chris tried to hook him up on a few dates, but he never has time with his job as the boss of all the Radio Shacks in the U.S. and Canada. He was very rich. He gave Chris about $5,000 for his time machine, and he didn’t even believe it would work. He said that he didn’t have to believe, just as long as Chris does. If you met him on the street you would want to run the other way, but once you get to know him you can’t help but becoming good friends with the guy.
The next day I did what I would normally do; I went over to Chris’s house. He was waiting for me. He told me that he was doing a lot of research on the time jumps we made. He said that for that one tenth of a second that we were both in the jump at the same time gave us a power to communicate through thoughts. He says that he thinks that it was from the jump after he killed him mom’s murderer.
“Telepathy?” I asked.
“Kind of, but stronger. Much stronger. I know what you had for breakfast this morning and what you had on when you went to bed. I don’t hear you, I see what you see,” Chris told me. I started laughing. I couldn’t believe what he was telling me. I knew that this could never happen.
“Really, think about it. What did I do after you left yesterday?” Chris said.
“You were there until about 1:00 A.M. Then you went to sleeeee OH MY GOD!” Than I understood. “Man! You never told me how late you where out there. What’s going on?”
“You see?” He said as he laughed.
I couldn’t believe it. I could see what he was seeing. I closed my eyes and I saw me. Standing there. WITH MY EYES CLOSED! Chris had fallen onto something that he never should have. I tried to tell him to get rid of that time machine but he wouldn’t listen to me. I knew that he wouldn’t, so I had to try something else. I knew that he hated the government and would never tell anyone about this time machine. He will use it but never sell the idea or tell anyone. Not even his dad knows that it works. We only use it when he is gone. All he knows is there it is a 12 ft. high toaster in his basement. I decided to have him stop this senseless killing and rewriting history.
“Chris,” I said. “It’s over. I am tired of this. It’s not right and you know it. We are changing the past. It’s not that bad that we are going back in time, but killing! Killing is wrong and you know I’m right! It’s changing history and that’s not supposed to happen. I am through with killing, and I am not going to let you do it anymore. If you plan on killing again then I swear that I will never set a foot in that machine again.”
“You’re right. But there is still one more person that I have to get rid of. Just one more! Then it will be over. I will only use this for good and you will know I am telling the truth, because, you can see if I do go back. He he…” I looked at him. I wasn’t amused. He could see every important part of my life for the rest of my life. I had no privacy anymore, but neither did he. “I have to get rid of this guy. Without him the world’s biggest cult would not even be here. The world will be a better place, and don’t tell me that that’s not what you want!” He said to me as he started up the machine knowing that I would agree with what he said. All I did was stand there and make another big mistake after another. “Come one, lets get this over with.”
We jumped to the home of Nathan Bedford Forrest, the first leader of the KKK. When we got there he was all dressed up for one of his first meetings. This was the one where he was going to address the counsel on doing more than just holding meetings; really do something about the way they felt. This was the meeting that would move the slow and decomposing KKK to the KKK that we know of today. Chris was ready to stop his future and save our present.
We made our way to the front door and stopped at doorstep. We knocked on the wooden door connected to his cheap wooded house. The outside looked old and run down. You could tell that he lived by himself. Mr. Forrest came to the door with his white robe on. It scared me to see how tall this guy was.
“What do you want kid?” He asked.
“What do we want? What do we want? Let me tell you what we want!” Chris was saying as he let himself in to the old house. “We want to give you a message that will haunt you all the way to hell. We come from the future to give you a little message. You’re about to form a big problem to the good old U. S. of A. and we don’t like that. We are the untold heroes. You will never see us in your history books, and never hear about a thing that we do. You know why? Because we disappear? We disappear into the darkness that you could only call future, and the future isn’t looking good for you right now.” In one swift movement he pulled out the gun that he had had in his back belt and put it up to Mr. Forest’s temple. “But you know you can’t really call it the future. It has already happened, all you can call it now is a section of time.”
BANG! He was gone. Chris had blood all over his clothes. He took off his shirt, found his matches and burned all of it. He went into Mr. Forest’s closet and pulled out a plaid-buttoned shirt. He put it on and broke the silence that lasted since he pulled the trigger.
“You ready to go?” He asked.
All I could do is nod, yes. As the portal opened I could see the side view of myself. I knew that I was looking from Chris’s view. It scared me. What was I doing? What has happened to me? I knew that Chris was just living by the minute. But not me, everything I did was wrong. I didn’t want to leave. I knew that something bad is waiting for me at home. I could feel it and I knew that Chris could feel it to. But we left. We said nothing, but we left anyway.
When I first got to know Chris he seemed like a nice guy. He got good grades, loved and hated the same things that all kids do. There was one little thing I never understood about him. It was nothing big. It’s just that when you thought you finally understood him, REALLY understood him, he would do something. It might not be big, but he would do something that would make you think you had never understood him in the first place.
One day at school we were having a math test. The teacher left for one second and Chris stood up and walked to her desk. He said out loud that this test is bogus and shouldn’t even be in the textbooks. He grabbed the answer guide and started reading off all the answers. When he got done he asked if there were any answers that you would like repeated or explained. Afterwards he made his way back to his desk, sat down, and filled out the answers on his own paper. When the teacher came back in she had no idea that anything had happened.
Chris can do some really cool things sometimes. He can also do some really stupid things too.
“Oh, shit!” Chris said “The wall! IT’S NOT GREEN!!! It’s… It’s red!” We ran outside to find out what happens when you mess with time. All across the street we saw people burning the American flag and chanting…
“Josh Petro,
Our leader our god,
Josh Petro,
You are the one.”
They put up a new flag. It had a picture of the world with a big raven on top of it. “Josh Petro? Oh man! I was afraid this might happen!” We ran downstairs again and Chris started the time machine. “Josh Petro… the first world leader! We created an enemy worse than Nathan Bedford Forrest. Quick, go upstairs and get any information you can on Petro. Find out when and where he was born. We’ve got to get rid of this one too. If we don’t then we’re as bad as everyone we have killed.
“Wait a second! How do you know he’s bad? He might be the ONE that saves this sick, sad world.” I said.
“You know, you might be right,” Chris said in a rush as he played with the time machine. “That’s why you have to go upstairs, find our encyclopedias and look up information about Josh Petro… now!” With that I made my way upstairs. When I got there I saw no books. However, I did see a corrupted world outside the window. There were a series of five wooden boards connected to a truck. Through all of the boards there was a stake in the middle. On the stake there was a Japanese man and woman. They looked between the ages of five to fifty. I saw a boy throw a stone the woman. Right before my eyes I saw the whole block follow the truck trying to get the last hit. I was so scared. I didn’t understand. I didn’t want to either. I walked back down the stairs.
“He’s thirty five. Born in Chicago in Augistin Hospital.”
“You found all that out? All right!” Chris said, not knowing what I had just seen.
“No, I didn’t just find that out. I LEARED IT IN SECOND GRADE! DAMN IT, THINK! WE REPEATED OUR LIVES TWICE! MAYBE EVEN MORE IF WE THINK BACK HARD ENOUGH! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME!!!” I screamed.
The next thing I knew we went back in time to 1967. This time we weren’t alone. We walked to the birthplace and childhood home of Josh Petro. When we got to the front of the house we saw someone walking across the street in our direction.
“Shit! Run!” Chris screamed. We started running and didn’t stop until we were three blocks away. I tried to stop but Chris had a good hold of my arm.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“He was from the future to. Did you see his shoes? They where Airwalks! Airwalks weren’t made until the 90’s!”
BANG! It came from behind us. The man was following us. We ran behind another house and hid. We could hear him coming from the left. I stayed where I was as Chris made his was around the house on the right side to catch him from behind, but he was waiting for that kind of sneak attack. Chris didn’t even have time to blink before a gun was pointed down his throat.
It didn’t stop me. I saw it all happen through Chris’s eyes. I knew what I had to do. As Chris asked him who he was while being held at gunpoint, I made my way to the back of the house just like Chris had tried.
“PUT DOWN YOUR GUN!” I said. “NOW!!!” The man set the gun down and turned around to me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was Petro! “Oh my god!” Then, he was gone. No portal, no powers just vanished back into time.
“Who was that?” Chris asked.
“That was Petro!” I said.
“How do you know?” He questioned
“I told you! Think back; remember when we had to study this guy? We learned about him in school. When we came back from Forest’s time 19… God I can’t remember, we repeated our own life again, and it might have happened before too. Remember?”
“This can’t be happening! It’s not right. How can I be so stupid?” I said.
“Cool it for a second okay. Lets think, how does he know we would have shown up at this time?” Chris asked.
“I don’t know. I really don’t know.”
“What if we just stop ourselves before we kill Forest. Then he will be gone. One way or another.” He asked himself.
Too bad it wasn’t that easy. When we got to Forest’s house it wasn’t his anymore. A sign on the door said WELCOME TO THE WILSON HOUSE. That’s when we saw him again.
“Petro!” Chris yelled. As I turned around to look at him. He had his hands behind his back with a big grin on his face.
“Well, children, looks like you’ve have gotten yourself in a little trouble. Now I control time. You never should have trusted me Chris.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Chris said keeping a straight face.
“Oh well, it looks like we have a problem with the past. Ha ha! Remember your dear old friend Manny?” Petro said, as Chris’s eyes opened wide, then he started to squint again. “You forgot all about me? You told me that you knew how to go back in time. I listened to you. I studied every move that you made, and trusted everything that you taught me. It’s thanks to you I am who I am now. The problem with you was that you only knew how to go to the past. I filled in the blanks! I DID WHAT YOU COULDN’T! I AM THE MASTER OF TIME!!! I AM GOD!!!”
“..AND NOW YOUR A DEAD PIECE OF…,” Chris screamed. BANG BANG BANG! All misses, Petro left the same way he came. Right before my first bullet could even hit him.
“What was Petro talking about?” I questioned.
“He’s not Petro. He must have changed his name. His real name is Manny Heartright. I knew him from middle school. He moved to our town for half a year. After that his parents moved again, about three months after that I meet you. I told him everything. He knows all that I know and more. This world is screwed.” Chris said as he headed to the portal that would return us to our own time, but once again we weren’t alone.
After the flash, back in time something else felt wrong. We headed upstairs with our heads down in disgust.
“Get down!” Chris yelled as he shoved me down to the ground. A window broke and a smoke grenade fell next to my foot. Chris grabbed it and threw it back outside. But he was too late. It broke in his hand. Smoke billowed out all over. I felt someone grab my arm. I tried to fight them but they where too strong. I threw my whole body weight around through the smoke trying to hit anything that moved.
“This is the Federation of the Eagle. I have orders by the leader to destroy you and your house. We have your father. There’s no hope.” I froze. Then I remembered the man that was grabbing me. He pushed me ahead of him and forced me downstairs as the smoke cleared I saw it was Chris. He looked like he was about to have a mental breakdown. He flicked a hidden green switch on the right side of his control panel in his basement. The time machine started up as he grabbed my hand. We went in.
It was his old school. He let go of my hand and started to walk up to the playground. A little kid was sitting there playing in the sand.
“O my God! You cant! You told me you would die if you saw yourself!” I shouted.
“It was a lie in case you tried to do what Manny did.” Chris said still walking to himself.
“Then what are you going to do?” I asked
“Stop myself from making this machine.” he said. I froze; I knew I had to do something, but what? Then reality hit me. I started to think about everything that had happened in the past five seconds and I came across the thought of what Chris could see, but this time it was stronger. This time I could see what he sees but I could feel, smell, hear, and taste what he does. I could feel a gun in my right hand, and I was looking at the little boy. I knew what he was going to do and I knew that I had to something.
“You don’t know who I am but, you have to promise me that you will never make that time machine you are thinking about.” Chris started to say.
“How do you know about any time machine,” replied the child.
“Listen to me! Don’t make that time machine! It will cause you way too much trouble!!!” Chris told him.
“Okay, I wont,” said the nervous and confused child.
“Don’t lie to me. If that were true then I wouldn’t be here! Now you are going to cause too much trouble! DONT MAKE IT!!!!” Chris grabbed the boy by the hood of his jacket.
“My god! You’re me! You’re me in the future! Why can’t I make it?” The child questioned.
“You’re going to cause to many problems! It will end in tragedy with a world take over. Please! Don’t make me kill you.” Chris said as he pulled out a gun to the child’s head. The same way he had it on Forest.
“Oh, man! I won’t! I swear I won’t,” he said as he started to cry.
“DONT LIE TO ME!!!!!! TELL ME THE TRUTH AND I WILL DISAPPEAR!!!!” Chris yelled.
“I’M TRYING!!! STOP IT!!! Oh my God, I don’t want to die!” He said as he fell to the ground crying.
“Leave the kid alone. This is between you and me.” Chris turned around to see who had spoken to him. He knew it was Manny. He had his feet planted in the ground with a strong hold on his gun.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Chris said as he pulled the young kid up. “This is me.”
“Ha, I see you’re smarter than I thought you were. Come on. The kid won’t change his mind. You’re set on making that time machine. You would have to kill him to make any progress.” Manny laughed.
“Ha ha. That’s the plan.” As Chris put the gun up to the young kid, the boy had his own ideas. “If you don’t put your gun down then this kid is dead! That means you would never know how to make the time machine, and I wouldn’t have to worry about making the same mistakes again. It’s all up to you, put the gun down. NOW!”
Manny’s eyes grew big as he slowly set his gun down and asked. “Now what? What are you going to do?”
“You’ll see, but first tell me. How did you do all that?” Chris said.
All of a sudden I heard a voice in my head. It was Chris. He was talking to me. He had a plan.
“God I hope this works, I need you to get behind Manny and shoot him when I tell you to. This can only work once; you have to do it. The fate of humanity rests on your shoulders. Good luck, and may God be with us.” Then it stopped; it was to real too avoid. I now knew that Chris understood everything that has happened and everything that will happen. Chris had once again shocked me, and I truly felt like I hardly know him.
“It’s all about the future, my friend. I found out how to build frames that I can place in empty places in time. Not only can I jump to that time, but everything in between that time and the present also. It builds itself” Manny replied.
“OK, but what about me always knowing where I am going?” Chris says.
“In year 2156 our technology will be so great that humans never do any work. They made an android named Tribe. Tribe was so powerful that it could make copies of humans. The only difference is that the copy and the original are that the copy is made up of wires. I stole that idea and made twenty of myself. I placed them in every spot that I thought you would go. I see that I missed this one. The only reason that I found out that you would come here is because of your little friend Sarah. She told me where you would go next. She is the one that brought me here. She is on my side. You can’t win. Even if you kill him, Sarah will bring me back.” Manny said with a grin on his face.
“Yeah, Okay, you just keep thinking that! Don’t try to play with my mind now. I have never been so focused in all of my life. Sarah didn’t bring you here. She has nothing to do with this.” Chris said.
Then the voice in my head came back:
“Kill him! Kill him now!”
It was too late, the little kid stomped on Chris’s foot and made a break to the cornfield behind the playground. Chris started to fall to the ground. Manny pulled out his gun and shot him in the head, killing him instantly. I was too late! I waited too long! It’s all my fault!
Something went wrong. There was a glitch, a big one. Time froze.
I looked over at Chris. His eyes were wide open and looking down the barrel of the gun. Then I saw the bullet. It was frozen, right as it was coming out of the gun. Then moving back to where it was. It was hard to tell but if you looked close, enough you could see it. Two frames, repeating over and over. It was the point that the little boy got away and Chris died. Since the boy got away, time will keep repeating itself. When he grows up he will be faced in the same place. It will keep happening over and over and over. Time was stuck, but not me. I came from the future and was not involved with the pulling of the trigger or the dying. Now, I had to figure out how to get time, unstuck.
I decided that it would be best if I tried to shoot the gun that Manny held. If I hit it the right way I could make the bullet lean to the right, missing Chris’s head. It would also make it so that Manny couldn’t use his gun.
“Well here goes nothing…” I hit it dead on, but didn’t have time to see where it went. Manny had yet another gun that he pulled out hidden inside his jacket.
“You’re supposed to be a good girl,” Manny said in surprise.
I tried to knock the gun out of his hand, but I never made it. BANG! As I fell to the ground I saw my whole life flash before me. I saw all the times I had made Chris smile. The first time I went back in time and saw myself. All the times I spent on his basement couch sitting and watching Chris build the time machine. What was I thinking?
“Chris.” I started to say, hoping he heard me inside his head, “I love you.”
Then I was dead.
My bad aim when I hit the bullet made it move only about ten inches to the bottom right; it ended up hitting him in the side of the neck. The bullet nicked a large blood vessel. Blood ran out of the wound like a fountain. By the time Manny turned away from my bloody carcass Chris was trying to chase the kid down. Manny followed close behind, trying to end the Chris from the future’s life. With Chris’s last bit of energy he jumped on top of the boy and rested his gun on his forehead.
“IT ISN’T SUPPOSED TO END THIS WAY!!!!” Manny yelled once he could see the two Chrises.
The Chris of the future looked up to see three Mannys. He looked at the one on the left, then the one on the right.
“It’s not over, ” Chris said looking back at the first Manny. The same one that begged him not to shoot. “It will never be.”
Manny looked up. He finally understood.
“It will never be over” Manny whispered to himself to instill it in his mind. He knew he would have to remember it for later.
BANG!
Then it was over. Chris, Sarah, and Manny disappeared along with any traces of the blood they left behind. The small boy was the only one left, all alone, dead, in the middle of a cornfield. You might be wondering how am I writing this if I am dead, but I am not dead; only my leader Sarah is.
TRIBES #456792 mission log. Signing off.
This is a story i read off this really nice guys website. It’s not mine, i just thought it was a cool story to share with you all.
Wow That is one hell of a story. What was that web site It came from???
i loved the story, what website did you get it off of. i want to read more of thee stories. I think the man who wrote it should get i published, he could make shitloads of money with it, its really good.
that was great. wow what a story. what website did u get this from??????
i know the site where this came from.
http://mindspurgatory.tripod.com/main.htm
my mind has been blown…absolutely amazing….