Yeah, I know I really don't have time for anouther story, but we'll see. If people like the idea I will continue!
Disclaimer: I only own the idea fool!
The story of my life actually starts with not me being born, but a man waking up late for work.
"Ack! I'm late! Late late late!" yelled a man currently trying to wiggle into his pants while trying to tie his shoes, like the rest of his apparel, they were white. He grabbed his silver ID card from his bedside table and bolted out his apartment and onto the convaderbelt sidewalks. From a nearby upstairs window an albino yelled out, "Late to work on your big day Antonio? Naughty naughty!"
Antonio, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, that's him, the guy that changed my life.
Antonio laughed while he continued to run, he yelled back to the albino, "Why aren't you going to work?"
"I called in sick!"
"Arg! Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because you aren't as awesome as me!"
Still laughing Antonio nearly missed his escalator turn. But he made it by jumping over the railing and starling the other citizens. Yelling out apologies, he continued to push his way through the early morning convaderbelt jam. Running through the crowds and once in a while (illegally) running off the belts, he made it to work.
He smiled and tried to fix his rumbled hair, before going into the white building. Almost all of the buildings in this city were white. He put his ID into the slot next to the plexiglass doors. The light next to the slot turned green and the doors opened. Antonio ran in, nearly knocking over the computer technician Eduard.
The Estonian yelled out to him, "You're late!"
"I know! I know!" said Antonio, scrambling to the chutes. He stepped inside one and pressed the button for the 107th floor.
"Request is being processed." Said the chutes' computer. Antonio tapped his foot impatiently.
"Request is accepted. Hold on." The gravity doublers in his shoes turned on and the chute shot up to the requested floor at lightning speed.
"Step back sir, the doors are opening." Antonio did not step back; he burst out of the chute and into the main lobby. He made his way to the front desk and pushed the help button. The man working at the front desk turned around, Antonio cursed. Just his luck, Arthur had to be handing out assignments on the day he was late.
The Brit put typed away on the computer updating his data base. Finally he looked up and glared at Antonio.
"You're late, Carriedo."
The Spaniard gulped, "I know sir."
"Maybe you're not ready for this job yet. I'll call in Gilbert to do it; I know that git isn't sick."
At that moment, the floors computer stated, "Time traveler Sadiq is returning sir, with his charge."
Arthur nodded as typed frantically on his computer, "Tell him that block six is open."
"Yes, sir." Behind a nearby door the loud wailing of child could be heard. The doors opened and Sadiq walked out carrying a child in a fireman's hold.
"Μητέρα! Μητέρα με βοηθήσει!" screamed the child frantically, while kicking Sadiq. The child was wearing a toga and a wreath lay gently on his brown curls.
"Can we get a collar on this kid?" sighed Sadiq.
"Yes, sir," said Antonio grabbing a collar from a nearby wall. He took the screaming child from Sadiq and placed the collar on his tanned neck, careful so that the collar would not snag his curls.
"Mother! MOTHER PLEASE! A STRANGE MAN HAS KIDNAPPED ME! ZEUS, LEADER OF THE GODS, HEAR MY PLEAS! SOMEONE SAVE ME!" yelled the young boy. Ripping himself away from Antonio's hold and yelling at the ceiling. His young green eyes had overflowed with tears, and the young Greek was now sobbing on the floor.
"Hermes, take me to Hades…Or is the Hades?" asked the boy, looking around. He spotted Arthur and walked up to him determined.
" You must be Charon, please excuse me for my screaming. I felt panicked, being dead and all," he searched a small pouch that was attached to his toga and pulled out two gold coins,
"Will two drachmas be enough to travel across the River Styx?" Arthur looked appalled.
Sadiq chuckled, "You're not in Hades, kid."
A panicked look came back to the child's face; he rapidly put the coins back in his pouch and backed up against the wall. Sadiq took him by the scruff of his toga and held him at arm's length. The child thrashed around considerably.
"I should have never touched that godly sundial." Kicking at the pocket watch hooked onto Sadiq's pants.
"Hey, Arthur where's the charge ward again?"
The Brit, who was already back on the computer replied, "Down the right hallway, Two doors to the left."
"Thanks." Said the Turk, while turning down the nearby hallway.
The Brit then looked up, "Anyways Antonio, What was I saying?...Ah, yes, Do you know why this job is important Antonio?"
"Yes, I do sir!"
"Why is our job important?"
"Without us people and objects who are supposed to disappear in history would not and it would rip the fabric of time."
"Exactly Antonio, now on all of your object assignments you've received top marks. The top guys upstairs on floor 213 think that's really something. You know what I think Carriedo?"
Antonio gulped, "What sir?"
"I think you should be an object only timetraveler. And there's nothing wrong with that. You're just too compassionate. Did you just see Sadiq? How he treated that poor kid? You've got to be tough like that!"
"Is that why you stopped, Arthur? Because you weren't tough enough? I heard about your first charge travel, that guy's still in the ward."
Arthur sighed, "Alfred was just tough that's all. Anyway's here it is. Your first charge travel." Arthur handed him a card. Antonio gripped it, his palms already sweaty.
"Block 4 is open Antonio, good luck."
"Thanks!" said the Spaniard, smiling back at the man at the desk.
Antonio headed towards the blocks and put his ID in a nearby slot.
"Timer cabinet open"
He took the pocket watch labeled Antonio and hooked it onto his pants. He stood in front of Block 4 and slid his ID across a scanner.
"Antonio Carriedo, Enter" He went in, and the doors slid closed behind him. Inside he put the case card into the Travel slot.
"Date: March 16th, 1918, Charge: Lovino Vargas, Area: Tomato plains of southern Italy, Documentation: On that date 10 year old Lovino, disappears, causing his younger brother nine years later to disband their family's powerful mafia. In order to search for his missing brother. Objective: Timetraveler Antonio must take Lovino and bring him to our Facility."
Antonio took a deep breath, and let time spin.
To take me, Lovino Vargas.
On the day before my eleventh birthday.
Deep, this is deeeeppppp! Haha please review. so I can decide whether to scrap this project or what.