Bernard Goodman held the flashlight shakily in his hand. They alleyway he was investigating was starting to get darker by the minute. Creepy shadows played on the wall, creating their own dark play. He checked his watch and ran a hand through his hair.
The little argument with Tony had thrown him off track. He knew that it was only because Sara was missing that Tony was saying these things...or was he?
Did Tony really think the he didn't love his own niece and nephew. From the time he had heard of their birth he had loved them, and when they were given to his custody, he had been thrilled.
Not over the death of his little sister or brother in law, but that the two young children hadn't been in that car. At the funeral, they had a closed casket for each parent. Their young faces were so torn apart...
But Bernard knew not to linger in the past, on that day. He recalled afterward begging to use the time cycle to go back in time and save his sister, Renae Sheer, and his brother in law, Richard Sheer. That, of course, was fruitless. Going back into time for personal use was strictly prohibited. He knew of that paradox often played a roll in such occurrences.
A soft pushing on his leg broke his thoughts. A small piece of paper had wrapped itself around his leg. As he was throwing it away, he noted it was a letter. 'Why not read it?' Bernard Goodman was a scientist, his curiosity knew no limits.
Perhaps, good professor, you would like to know how this letter found you.
Or how, I know that you are standing in a small alley three blocks away from your own home. Did I perhaps see?
You and write this quickly to get your attention? To laugh!
Bernard held the note in one hand and looked up, searching the tops of all the building above him. Searching for anyone could have written. He leaned his other arm against the building.
Oh no Sir! Don't touch that building! Do you know the filth that has been staining that mass of bricks for years? Don't look so excited! I, too, am a time traveler. But on to other matters...
I have Sara. She's perfectly fine, I assure you. However, I have been in conflict with your little organization for some time now. If you want to see her pretty little face again, I would (if I were you) grab young Flint, all the time shifters and come to the Southfield Park at ten o'clock this very night.
No, I don't wish to trade...I want a fair battle. Winner gets the time shifters...and let's add something personal shall we? Sara too. Bring all the Time Bureau if you'd like too! I'm really up for a fight!
Good Day,
Fugiri
Bernie crumpled that paper in his hands and ran off to find Flint.
His lips gently brushed her cheek. He held her in a now, familiar, embrace. Would only three hours of working with her be enough? Yes, she was so thirsty for revenge. It was now like an ache in her bones, he could feel it come from her.
"Shall we leave now?"
She smiled at him. Not one that would have been on that innocent face yesterday. But a deep, dark smile, letting anyone know that she was ready to kill.
"I'm ready, are you? My dearest Fugiri..."she flung her arms around his neck. It actually sent a sort of pain through her heart, but that was unimportant, "I can smell fear on you...don't you think I can handle this task?"
He ran a hand through her silky hair. He loved this sensation. All he had known for that past years was pain, and loneliness. With Sara he felt like a true human. Fugiri felt warm and alive.
"I know you can, my brilliant Star...That's what you are you know. Always growing, always becoming brighter. Even in death you will grow stronger."
"You are such a poetic Fugiri..."
He sighed and took her hand and led her out of the white room. Her hand was soft and warm in his.
"I love it when you say my name. Promise me that you'll always be here to say my name?"
She gave a little squeeze on his hand. "I promise that I will always be here."
The two ran off. Their intention; to kill the all of those that served the Time Bureau.
The little argument with Tony had thrown him off track. He knew that it was only because Sara was missing that Tony was saying these things...or was he?
Did Tony really think the he didn't love his own niece and nephew. From the time he had heard of their birth he had loved them, and when they were given to his custody, he had been thrilled.
Not over the death of his little sister or brother in law, but that the two young children hadn't been in that car. At the funeral, they had a closed casket for each parent. Their young faces were so torn apart...
But Bernard knew not to linger in the past, on that day. He recalled afterward begging to use the time cycle to go back in time and save his sister, Renae Sheer, and his brother in law, Richard Sheer. That, of course, was fruitless. Going back into time for personal use was strictly prohibited. He knew of that paradox often played a roll in such occurrences.
A soft pushing on his leg broke his thoughts. A small piece of paper had wrapped itself around his leg. As he was throwing it away, he noted it was a letter. 'Why not read it?' Bernard Goodman was a scientist, his curiosity knew no limits.
Perhaps, good professor, you would like to know how this letter found you.
Or how, I know that you are standing in a small alley three blocks away from your own home. Did I perhaps see?
You and write this quickly to get your attention? To laugh!
Bernard held the note in one hand and looked up, searching the tops of all the building above him. Searching for anyone could have written. He leaned his other arm against the building.
Oh no Sir! Don't touch that building! Do you know the filth that has been staining that mass of bricks for years? Don't look so excited! I, too, am a time traveler. But on to other matters...
I have Sara. She's perfectly fine, I assure you. However, I have been in conflict with your little organization for some time now. If you want to see her pretty little face again, I would (if I were you) grab young Flint, all the time shifters and come to the Southfield Park at ten o'clock this very night.
No, I don't wish to trade...I want a fair battle. Winner gets the time shifters...and let's add something personal shall we? Sara too. Bring all the Time Bureau if you'd like too! I'm really up for a fight!
Good Day,
Fugiri
Bernie crumpled that paper in his hands and ran off to find Flint.
His lips gently brushed her cheek. He held her in a now, familiar, embrace. Would only three hours of working with her be enough? Yes, she was so thirsty for revenge. It was now like an ache in her bones, he could feel it come from her.
"Shall we leave now?"
She smiled at him. Not one that would have been on that innocent face yesterday. But a deep, dark smile, letting anyone know that she was ready to kill.
"I'm ready, are you? My dearest Fugiri..."she flung her arms around his neck. It actually sent a sort of pain through her heart, but that was unimportant, "I can smell fear on you...don't you think I can handle this task?"
He ran a hand through her silky hair. He loved this sensation. All he had known for that past years was pain, and loneliness. With Sara he felt like a true human. Fugiri felt warm and alive.
"I know you can, my brilliant Star...That's what you are you know. Always growing, always becoming brighter. Even in death you will grow stronger."
"You are such a poetic Fugiri..."
He sighed and took her hand and led her out of the white room. Her hand was soft and warm in his.
"I love it when you say my name. Promise me that you'll always be here to say my name?"
She gave a little squeeze on his hand. "I promise that I will always be here."
The two ran off. Their intention; to kill the all of those that served the Time Bureau.