Julius Caesar 2

"Farewell, good Strato." Marcus Brutus said as he took the hand of his good friend, Strato. Strato took Brutus' sword and held it out, pointing it away from himself. Brutus took several steps back, and then ran hard into the sword. The blade slid smoothly through Brutus' abdomen, and then slid back out as he fell to the ground. His vision blurred and the light began to fade, but in the darkness he saw a figure approaching him. The figure was tall and robed. "Caesar?" Brutus called out to the figure, "Art thou the ghost of Julius Caesar, come to visit me once more before my death?" The figure continued to approach Brutus.

"No my child." The figure replied, "I am your lord....Jesus Christ." Jesus leaned over Brutus and waved his hand over Brutus' wound. "You are healed." Jesus said. Brutus' vision went back to normal, and he looked down at his abdomen. The blood was gone; as was his wound. Brutus looked over at Strato. He was standing completely still, frozen in time.

"Tell me Jesus," Said Brutus, "why and how have you come here to heal my wound?"

"Brutus, my child," replied Jesus, "I have travelled through time, to the year 44 BC, in order to prevent your death, and in order to ask for your assistance in a great task that I must complete."

"Travelled through time?" Brutus questioned as he rose to his feet, "But how?"

"I have acquired a time machine," Replied Jesus, "and I am using it to travel through time in order to correct histories greatest mistakes. Your death has been the first mistake I have corrected, and now, I need your help in correcting the second."

"I will help you Jesus." Said Brutus.

"Come with me to my time machine." Said Jesus, "All will be explained along the way."

"But Jesus," said Brutus, "won't my men here in Rome miss me if I go off travelling through time?"

"That's the beautiful thing about time travel," said Jesus, "they'll never even know that you were gone. When we're done with the task at hand, we can return you to this exact moment. It'll be like you never left!"

"Excellent." Said Brutus, "Now explain to me what we're going to do." Brutus leaned over and picked up his sword. He wiped it on the grass and then returned it to it's sheath.

"Well Brutus," Jesus said as he led Brutus in the direction of the time machine, "In the year 1933 AD, a man named Adolf Hitler will take control of a country called Germany. During his reign of power, Hitler will kill millions of innocent people and even start a war that affects the whole world! It won't be until 1945 that Hitler will die, when he shoots himself in the head, but by then it will be too late. The damage to the world will be done..."

"But Jesus," Said Brutus, "if Hitler is going to do these things, then why doesn't anyone stop him? Why doesn't anyone just stab him in the street?"

"Because Brutus," Replied Jesus, "he will be too powerful when he is in power. He'll have so much security, that no one will be able to get him. So here's what we're going to do. You and I are going to travel to the year 1890, when Hitler is only going to be one year old. Then we'll be able to kill him easily, and without problem." Jesus and Brutus arrived at the time machine. It was shaped like a large ball of metal, with an opening at the front and two seats. Jesus climbed into the machine and sat down. He motioned for Brutus to join him. Brutus climbed into the seat beside Jesus. Jesus began pushing all sorts of buttons and turning different knobs. The last thing he did was reach for a numerical keypad and type in the numbers: one, eight, nine and zero. The machine started shaking and steam began pouring out from various pipes. "Hang on," said Jesus, "'cause you're in for one hell of a ride!"