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Chapter One
Life and death, opposites of extreme circumstances. Some things give life, some things bring death. Are they out of reach to decide? What if you had the power to alter fate? To stop the death of a stranger, tantalizing fate and altering consequences in the process? All it takes is a relived day, passing through time to change the course of someone else's life. But of course, there would be the opposite. Trapped inside the mainstream of time and the timeline of days, unknown to most, the fate of someone lingers between the grasp of two forces. Whether to keep the course of history somewhat aligned, or change for the survival of a stranger. How?
Millions of cars pass along the streets. Countless people make their trips to get to work, to meet other people. The city never slows, night or day. The fast lane has no stop signs. New York City, a bustling town filled with emotion.
Tru Davies slowly makes her way to a place where everything connects. To herself, she sometimes considers it the place where she can alter fate. That's where it usually begins. The Morgue.
Traffic was inevitable, so Tru Davies was used to walking from her apartment all the way to work. She didn't mind the exercise, plus, walking was quicker than driving, at least when there was heavy traffic.
Tru glanced up at the sky. Stars twinkled in silver flashes, enveloped by the purplish nighttime sky. A crescent moon peaked past a pale purple cloud, shining strips of moonlight onto the active city.
It's a nice night, Tru thought to herself, smiling. Her smile faded as she pushed through the main doors of the Coroner's Office. Smiling in here is like trying to truly laugh during depression.
Tru felt like she could cry right then. That's how she'd been feeling almost all the time since the funeral. Luc's funeral.
It was one of the hardest relationships she'd had. She was always leaving him, making excuse, missing plans, all because of he secret missions. Saving the dead.
When she had told him, he didn't believe her. And then he tried to find out if she had been telling the truth. Of course, she hadn't expected him to take it so easily. He had been set up, too.
At the funeral, Luc hadn't asked for help. Tru expected it to be that way, but truly, she really wanted to save him. She saved people before, and she defiantly wasn't going to stop now.
As usual, the Morgue had that dreary, depressing feeling that Tru had gotten used to so easily. It didn't help at all with the sadness she was already feeling. Her boss had offered her some time to just relax and cope with the tragedy, but Tru had denied it. She had to come to work. It wasn't just her job, it was a service.
Tru walked into the elevator and pressed the button of the floor she desired, and waited patiently. The doors opened, and she walked out. She opened the door to her office, and found Davis inside waiting for her.
Besides her brother, Davis was the only one that really helped Tru with her ability. He believed her, he worried for her, and he helped with whatever he could when she needed it. They were a team. He wasn't just her boss; he was also her friend. She needed all the help she could get.
"Hey Davis", Tru said happily. He looked up at her with the worry that was always so evident in his eyes.
"Tru, you know you don't have to come to work. I really think you need a break." Davis' voice was filled with sincere concern, which Tru liked, but it wasn't going to stop her from coming.
"Davis, I have to keep answering the Calling when I can. It's my duty to." Tru gave him a stern glance.
It was her Calling, and she had to answer. Working in the Morgue, Tru always met the essence of death when a new body would be brought in. Sometimes it would ask for her help. Then she would be catapulted back through time, hours before the death of the victim, waking up in a startled manner, ready to go save them. It was her job to find the victim, try to figure out what happened, and prevent their death. Reliving days is what she did.
Tru felt what she did was good. She felt some people weren't supposed to die, so she would try to prevent their death. She saved the victims, but only a few about a week ago, she had found her opposite, Jack Harper.
At first he had seemed like an okay guy. Just another helper at the Morgue.
But when she had found out that Jack relived days, she had thought the best. That he went back in time to prevent the deaths of victims that would ask for his help.
Tru had decided to tell Jack about what she could do, and for a day, they had teamed up. But then his real motives had been revealed.
Davis had been the skeptical one about Jack, while Tru was so happy about finding someone like her, that it had fogged her skepticism. Jack relived the days that Tru did, but he worked to make sure that history wasn't altered, that the deaths Tru tried to prevent were fulfilled. He had even tried to stop her from saving her brother, Harrison, even though they had been friends before.
They were two opposites, fighting over the same victims, but for different goals. Jack though Tru was messing with fate, but Tru felt if a victim asked for her help, she would save them.
"Tru, are you okay?" Davis' voice snapped Tru back from her deep thoughts.
"Sorry Davis, I was just lost in my thoughts. Did you say something?"
"Tru", he began "I respect your decision to fight against Jack and all, but I'm really worried about you Tru. Your job puts a lot of stress on you. And top that with the funeral..." Davis trailed off, gazing at Tru.
"Davis, I'm going to keep doing what I do. I can't let Jack win." Davis sighed a deep sigh, releasing his exhaustion.
"A body came in Tru. I just thought I'd let you know."
"Thank you Davis, I'm going to try." Tru walked to the autopsy room door and stopped at Davis' voice.
"Go for it, Tru. Please be careful." Tru nodded and opened the door.
A white body bag rested on the examining table. A bowl of personal belongings sat on a smaller table, next to the examining table. Tru Davies was ready.
Tru made sure to check the belongings and the examination chart before checking the body.
I don't want to relive the day without knowing anything about the victim, Tru thought as she sidestepped the examining table and looked at the personal belongings. A sparkling blue bracelet and a black purse. And a gun?! Tru wondered if it had been a suicide. She checked the gun barrel. Out of six bullets, there were three missing. Tru loaded it back in and set the gun down. Quickly picking up the examination chart, she looked at the cause of death. Two gunshot wounds to the chest. If it was a suicide, then why were there three bullets missing? Tru decided to rule out suicide for now. The gun could have been for protection, too. Tru went back to the belongings and took out the purse, dumping the items onto the table. Lipstick, nail polish, three credit cards, and an ID fell out. Tru picked up the ID and read what information she need out loud.
"Tessa Lee, twenty two years old." Tru put the ID down and glanced at the examination chart again. "Apartment 62, Calvin Park. Time of death, around eleven in the morning." Memorizing the information, Tru slowly moved to the body bag, and unzipped it. Quickly making note of what the victim looked like, Tru waited.
I'll have to make sure to find her before Jack does. But he probably doesn't even know who the victim is.
"Hey Tru. Don't tell me you're going to try to help her." A voice from behind Tru said. She spun around face to face with Jack Harper. "I'm the one who brought her in. I already know all that you do." A playful smiled appeared on Jack's face as he started to circle the body and Tru. "You didn't expect me to quit my day and night job did you? The one I get paid for, that is." Jack gave no opening for Tru to speak. "Now come one Tru," Jack said, his voice rising to a low yell, then a little softer, "why are you doing this? Can't you just stay away from the Calling? I don't see how you can go through all those rewinds of days. I find it really boring. But I too have a mission. Don't get me wrong, Tru. I still like you, but not what you do. Just stop reliving days. We can just stop having this game of trying to save people. I've tried to explain my side of the story. Is that not enough to convince you?"
"No!" Tru's voice reached a loud yell unintentionally, trying to get her sentences in between Jack's. "I'm not stopping. When someone asks me for help, I don't ignore it. You can go on and on with your crap, but I'm still answering the Calling, whether you like it or not."
Tru faced away from Jack and looked down at the victim, waiting for her to open her eyes, glance at Tru, and ask for help.
Jack's hand grabbed Tru by her arm and spun her forcefully. She yanked backwards in reflex, glaring back at him. He didn't let go.
"I've tried to be a little nice Tru, but you're pushing me. If you go back through time, then I do to; you know that. I know just as much as you. I'll fight against you to keep fate unchanged."
"You better fight, because it won't feel as good beating your ass if you don't try." Tru jerked her arm back again, breaking off Jack's grip.
"Please help me", a quiet voice whispered behind Tru. Tessa was staring straight at her and Jack.
And here we go.
A/N: Next chap will probably be shorter. Please review.
Chapter One
Life and death, opposites of extreme circumstances. Some things give life, some things bring death. Are they out of reach to decide? What if you had the power to alter fate? To stop the death of a stranger, tantalizing fate and altering consequences in the process? All it takes is a relived day, passing through time to change the course of someone else's life. But of course, there would be the opposite. Trapped inside the mainstream of time and the timeline of days, unknown to most, the fate of someone lingers between the grasp of two forces. Whether to keep the course of history somewhat aligned, or change for the survival of a stranger. How?
Millions of cars pass along the streets. Countless people make their trips to get to work, to meet other people. The city never slows, night or day. The fast lane has no stop signs. New York City, a bustling town filled with emotion.
Tru Davies slowly makes her way to a place where everything connects. To herself, she sometimes considers it the place where she can alter fate. That's where it usually begins. The Morgue.
Traffic was inevitable, so Tru Davies was used to walking from her apartment all the way to work. She didn't mind the exercise, plus, walking was quicker than driving, at least when there was heavy traffic.
Tru glanced up at the sky. Stars twinkled in silver flashes, enveloped by the purplish nighttime sky. A crescent moon peaked past a pale purple cloud, shining strips of moonlight onto the active city.
It's a nice night, Tru thought to herself, smiling. Her smile faded as she pushed through the main doors of the Coroner's Office. Smiling in here is like trying to truly laugh during depression.
Tru felt like she could cry right then. That's how she'd been feeling almost all the time since the funeral. Luc's funeral.
It was one of the hardest relationships she'd had. She was always leaving him, making excuse, missing plans, all because of he secret missions. Saving the dead.
When she had told him, he didn't believe her. And then he tried to find out if she had been telling the truth. Of course, she hadn't expected him to take it so easily. He had been set up, too.
At the funeral, Luc hadn't asked for help. Tru expected it to be that way, but truly, she really wanted to save him. She saved people before, and she defiantly wasn't going to stop now.
As usual, the Morgue had that dreary, depressing feeling that Tru had gotten used to so easily. It didn't help at all with the sadness she was already feeling. Her boss had offered her some time to just relax and cope with the tragedy, but Tru had denied it. She had to come to work. It wasn't just her job, it was a service.
Tru walked into the elevator and pressed the button of the floor she desired, and waited patiently. The doors opened, and she walked out. She opened the door to her office, and found Davis inside waiting for her.
Besides her brother, Davis was the only one that really helped Tru with her ability. He believed her, he worried for her, and he helped with whatever he could when she needed it. They were a team. He wasn't just her boss; he was also her friend. She needed all the help she could get.
"Hey Davis", Tru said happily. He looked up at her with the worry that was always so evident in his eyes.
"Tru, you know you don't have to come to work. I really think you need a break." Davis' voice was filled with sincere concern, which Tru liked, but it wasn't going to stop her from coming.
"Davis, I have to keep answering the Calling when I can. It's my duty to." Tru gave him a stern glance.
It was her Calling, and she had to answer. Working in the Morgue, Tru always met the essence of death when a new body would be brought in. Sometimes it would ask for her help. Then she would be catapulted back through time, hours before the death of the victim, waking up in a startled manner, ready to go save them. It was her job to find the victim, try to figure out what happened, and prevent their death. Reliving days is what she did.
Tru felt what she did was good. She felt some people weren't supposed to die, so she would try to prevent their death. She saved the victims, but only a few about a week ago, she had found her opposite, Jack Harper.
At first he had seemed like an okay guy. Just another helper at the Morgue.
But when she had found out that Jack relived days, she had thought the best. That he went back in time to prevent the deaths of victims that would ask for his help.
Tru had decided to tell Jack about what she could do, and for a day, they had teamed up. But then his real motives had been revealed.
Davis had been the skeptical one about Jack, while Tru was so happy about finding someone like her, that it had fogged her skepticism. Jack relived the days that Tru did, but he worked to make sure that history wasn't altered, that the deaths Tru tried to prevent were fulfilled. He had even tried to stop her from saving her brother, Harrison, even though they had been friends before.
They were two opposites, fighting over the same victims, but for different goals. Jack though Tru was messing with fate, but Tru felt if a victim asked for her help, she would save them.
"Tru, are you okay?" Davis' voice snapped Tru back from her deep thoughts.
"Sorry Davis, I was just lost in my thoughts. Did you say something?"
"Tru", he began "I respect your decision to fight against Jack and all, but I'm really worried about you Tru. Your job puts a lot of stress on you. And top that with the funeral..." Davis trailed off, gazing at Tru.
"Davis, I'm going to keep doing what I do. I can't let Jack win." Davis sighed a deep sigh, releasing his exhaustion.
"A body came in Tru. I just thought I'd let you know."
"Thank you Davis, I'm going to try." Tru walked to the autopsy room door and stopped at Davis' voice.
"Go for it, Tru. Please be careful." Tru nodded and opened the door.
A white body bag rested on the examining table. A bowl of personal belongings sat on a smaller table, next to the examining table. Tru Davies was ready.
Tru made sure to check the belongings and the examination chart before checking the body.
I don't want to relive the day without knowing anything about the victim, Tru thought as she sidestepped the examining table and looked at the personal belongings. A sparkling blue bracelet and a black purse. And a gun?! Tru wondered if it had been a suicide. She checked the gun barrel. Out of six bullets, there were three missing. Tru loaded it back in and set the gun down. Quickly picking up the examination chart, she looked at the cause of death. Two gunshot wounds to the chest. If it was a suicide, then why were there three bullets missing? Tru decided to rule out suicide for now. The gun could have been for protection, too. Tru went back to the belongings and took out the purse, dumping the items onto the table. Lipstick, nail polish, three credit cards, and an ID fell out. Tru picked up the ID and read what information she need out loud.
"Tessa Lee, twenty two years old." Tru put the ID down and glanced at the examination chart again. "Apartment 62, Calvin Park. Time of death, around eleven in the morning." Memorizing the information, Tru slowly moved to the body bag, and unzipped it. Quickly making note of what the victim looked like, Tru waited.
I'll have to make sure to find her before Jack does. But he probably doesn't even know who the victim is.
"Hey Tru. Don't tell me you're going to try to help her." A voice from behind Tru said. She spun around face to face with Jack Harper. "I'm the one who brought her in. I already know all that you do." A playful smiled appeared on Jack's face as he started to circle the body and Tru. "You didn't expect me to quit my day and night job did you? The one I get paid for, that is." Jack gave no opening for Tru to speak. "Now come one Tru," Jack said, his voice rising to a low yell, then a little softer, "why are you doing this? Can't you just stay away from the Calling? I don't see how you can go through all those rewinds of days. I find it really boring. But I too have a mission. Don't get me wrong, Tru. I still like you, but not what you do. Just stop reliving days. We can just stop having this game of trying to save people. I've tried to explain my side of the story. Is that not enough to convince you?"
"No!" Tru's voice reached a loud yell unintentionally, trying to get her sentences in between Jack's. "I'm not stopping. When someone asks me for help, I don't ignore it. You can go on and on with your crap, but I'm still answering the Calling, whether you like it or not."
Tru faced away from Jack and looked down at the victim, waiting for her to open her eyes, glance at Tru, and ask for help.
Jack's hand grabbed Tru by her arm and spun her forcefully. She yanked backwards in reflex, glaring back at him. He didn't let go.
"I've tried to be a little nice Tru, but you're pushing me. If you go back through time, then I do to; you know that. I know just as much as you. I'll fight against you to keep fate unchanged."
"You better fight, because it won't feel as good beating your ass if you don't try." Tru jerked her arm back again, breaking off Jack's grip.
"Please help me", a quiet voice whispered behind Tru. Tessa was staring straight at her and Jack.
And here we go.
A/N: Next chap will probably be shorter. Please review.