Hello all! Kris here!
I figured id let out a second chapter a lot earlier than usual, because I wanted to really get this story jump started and rolling, so here it is! I hope y'all enjoy these cliffhangers ;) more to come! Reviews, please!
His head was beginning to spin.
That high school… his high school… it had been torn down two years after he graduated, yet there it was… staring right back at him.
Whatever prank this was, it wasn't funny anymore.
He stumbled back to the time machine, and stepped inside. He tried hitting the start button, any button, but it shut down again with a dull buzz. He started to panic.
"N-no! come on! wake up! you can't do this now!" he gave it a swift kick, but it wouldn't respond. He sank to his knees. "What the fuck is going on here?" he turned back toward his old high school.
It looked real. Sure enough, "SCARSDALE HIGH EST 1924" was boldly displayed on the front. He looked back at the time machine with fear. Could it have actually sent him into the past?
He stared at it in wonder for awhile. After a few minutes to gather up his courage, he took a deep breath. Shivering, he slowly made his way down the side of the hill, and crossed the street. He stood in front of the massive building, and looked around before reaching for the door handle, and walking inside. It was deserted, since everyone was still in class.
Nostalgia hit him like a brick. Everything was just as it was in his sophomore year. Trophy cases for the athletes lined the main lobby, while a showcase for the drama club stood in front of the auditorium. His eyes wide, he raced over to it, peeking inside. Sure enough, his picture gazed back at him. He almost forgot, he had gotten the lead in the show that year. He started to breathe heavily, and he stumbled back a bit.
Remembering the route by heart now, he found his way backstage, gazing at the half-constructed set that lay on stage. The show was a few days from now, and a lot of the stage crew kids would cut class in order to work on the sets. Motion downstage caught his eye, and he jumped, quickly hiding under a raised platform as his old stage manager, Emmett, stepped out of the light, holding his clipboard.
"Hello?" he called, eyes narrowed. "Whoever's back there, scram! you aren't allowed here!" Mark held his breath, almost starting to cry.
They all had loved Emmett so much. He was a wonderful leader, and ran an efficient crew. However, soon after he graduated, he was killed in a car accident. Seeing him up and about once more made Mark feel sick. Whatever this was, it was terrifying him. Nobody would put this much effort into a prank.
Emmett stood there, listening for a long moment before sighing, and shaking his head. He grumbled to himself as he ducked into the stage office. Mark stole this opportunity to run away, back out into the hallways.
He wandered around for awhile, taking everything in. He soon came to a stop in front of a big bulletin board outside the cafeteria. His legs began to shake at what he read.
"TODAY IS: DECEMBER 20th, 1979."
1979.
1979.
He was on the verge of passing out.
Collins wasn't fucking around.
He was in 1979.
And the time machine was broken.
And he had no idea what to do.
He didn't give a shit about their fight anymore. He wanted Roger. He wanted to back home where he belonged, buried in his fiance's arms, his face being attacked with kisses.
He stumbled away from the board, and broke into a run.
He had no idea where he was going, but he had to get away. His chest was tight, and he could feel his brain shutting down. He found himself near a flight of stairs going downward, and he half ran/half fell down them, pausing at the bottom to look around.
He was in the basement. There were three different gyms, and wrestling rooms down here. He walked slowly down the hallway where the boy's locker room was. Suddenly, the loud sound of the bell ringing made him jump ten feet. The hallway was alive at once as boys and girls all began walking around, chatting, eager to get to their next class. Mark stood there, dumbfounded, and receiving a few stares before he whipped around, trying to run the other way.
He ran past the door to the boy's locker room, not paying attention to where he was going. He felt himself trip over something, and with a surprised yelp, he landed on something. That something began to curse and wriggle under him. He looked down, and he nearly screamed as he saw who he had toppled over onto.
Roger Davis was gazing up at him, looking irritated, and a lot younger. He looked just as he did in his sophomore year, bright green eyes, short spiked blond hair, scowl and all. He could only stare, his blood running cold at this sight.
"Ugh! get offa me! you fucking teachers never watch where you're going!" Mark grunted in pain as Roger kicked him in the stomach, sending him tumbling off. The boy got to his feet as Mark continued to gawk at him.
"R-Roger?" his voice was barely a whisper, too quiet for Rog to hear.
Roger looked at him, raising a brow, and glaring.
"Don't think you're putting me in detention for this… it was /your/ fault!"
Mark said nothing. What could he say? he couldn't find the right words to express anything he was feeling right now.
Suddenly, the door to the boy's locker room beside them slammed open. If Roger had moved down a few feet, it would have nailed him in the face. Jumping a little, Roger watched as a young, scrawny, blond boy with glasses tore towards the stairs, obviously late. Mark gasped in shock. He…. he remembered that day… that scrawny boy…..
Was him.
Roger shook his head in disgust as Mark's past self tripped over his own feet, and pulled his books tighter to his chest. Soon, the albino was out of sight as he ran up the staircase at the end of the hall.
"Fucking asshole… Must be a freshman..." with that, he stalked angrily away, leaving Mark laying there on the floor.
He wasn't sure how long he lay there, watching the spot where Roger's past self once was with a wide open mouth. The bell to start class rang, and he jumped once more. He felt tears begin to burn his vision. He hated this. He wanted to go home. Even if Collins managed to make it safe someday, he never wanted to time travel again. It was too weird.
A hand on his shoulder made him scream loudly. He whipped around to see a teacher looking at him with a worried stare.
"You okay, son? I know student teachers get lost… what class are you supposed to be observing?"
Mark flinched away from the tall man, and got to his feet. He began to hyperventilate.
"Hey, hey! it's alright… just calm down, sir… you need to go to the nurse?" the man reached for him once more. Mark smacked his hand away.
"D-don't touch me!" he yelped, backing up. "I-I don't belong here! I wanna go h-home!" with that, he spun around, and ran as fast as he could, ignoring the man's shouts for him to stop that were sounding behind him.
He soon stumbled out of the school, and without looking where he was going, shot out into the parking lot. Screeching of tires made his head snap up, and he screamed in surprise as a car barreled towards him.
The car began to slow, but not quick enough, and Mark was sent flying across the asphalt, hitting against a wooden fence a little ways away. He broke through it, and lay amongst the splintered pieces with a loud groan. His vision began to blur as he heard the car door open, and panicked curses as a set of feet came running over to him.
"Jesus Christ!" a deep voice shouted. "You teachers come out of nowhere! fuck… I'm in so much trouble…" Mark blinked open his eyes, gazing at the young man above him. He gasped, recognizing the face at once.
"C-Collins?"
Young Collins jumped.
"Oh, fuck… he knows my name… I'm so screwed…They're gonna expel me! Mister teacher guy? please don't die on me, okay? I can't go to jail!"
Mark let out one final pained moan. He was overwhelmed with both pain and shock. It wasn't long before he couldn't take it anymore, and passed out cold, Young Collins still at his side.
YOUNG ROG! AND YOUNG COLLINS! dun dun duuuunnnn... looks like Mark is in deeper trouble, now. Will he ever make it back home in one piece? find out next time! be on the look out for Chapter three!
