Time Warp is now completed. The last chapter will be Chapter Nine. Thank
you all for reviewing my story and giving me feedback. I might start work
on another story since the holidays are coming up but only if I think of an
idea. :)
Chapter Eight
When I arrived at school, it seemed there was no-one there. It had no lights on (not like it needed any, it was still daylight) and there were virtually no cars there. I didn't even know what day it was but it must have been a Saturday or Sunday if no-one was around.
I propped the bicycle against the bushes and walked around the school. There didn't seem to be any movement so it was hardly likely that Father D was there. I was just about to grab the bicycle and leave. There was no point in sticking around if no-one was here. Just as I was leaving there was a rustle behind me.
"Hey, what are ya doing here?" I turned around and saw the caretaker, holding a bottle of spray and mop, emerge from the entranceway. "Don't I know ya?" He said, peering at my face.
"I'm looking for Father Dominic, the principal of this school?" I said purposely not answering his other question. The caretaker's intent stare was really starting to bug me.
The caretaker whistled. "Where ya been these last few years, missy? Father D long gone. Had a heart attack. There's this new lady principal now with really massive boobs..."
He trailed off as he realised I had sprinted off but I could hear him in the distance shouting that I had left my bike behind. I didn't care. Father D dead? There was no way he could be. He had to help me since he was the only one who could understand the mediating business. Well apart from Jesse.
I ran as hard as I could to the cemetery, not even caring that there was sweat dripping down my face and my hair was a mess. In fact, I didn't even care. I felt like the real Suze had been taken away with the time travelling. I felt lonely and depressed.
At the cemetery I wandered down the rows of headstones, searching for Father D's so I could maybe get him to come back for advice. But I couldn't find it anywhere. That's weird, I thought. Father D said he wanted to be buried here.
A twig snapped and I heard a soft snort of laughter. I whirled around to see Carrie, in her normal form or as close to normal as someone who could imitate bodies could be, standing behind me.
"They call you the mediator but you're not very smart, are you?" she sneered down at me. "You think Father Dominic is dead? You never actually heard that, did you?" And then she exploded in hysterical peals of laughter again.
I realised then that she'd been following me, listening to my thoughts, the way an average annoying genie with an attitude would do.
"You've been following me, haven't you?" I demanded.
Carrie smirked, "Ever since I met you. But you never realised because you are the worst mediator I have ever seen. I could be with you for centuries and you'd never notice. Wait, I already have."
I should have been angry right about now but I was still in my half depressed mood. "So what happened to Father D?" I asked.
"He's in hospital, in a permanent coma. After you left things weren't the same for him. He'd spend all day waiting for you to return but then he gave up, left the school, left town, had an accident which resulted in severe brain damage, etc, etc..."
I felt so guilty, since when would Father D get that upset about me? He was such a strong person. There was no way I could affect him that much. I looked Carrie in the eye. "Would this have happened if I hadn't disappeared back in time?"
She snorted, amused by my question. "God, no. Every little thing you do affects how the future will go and your disappearing into time turned everyone into snivelling freaks as far as I could tell. Why are all these people worried about someone like you?"
I wasn't oblivious to the insults she had hurtled my way, even if they might have been true- who would worry about me?, but my mind was fixed on one thing.
"Can I please go back to normal, Carrie?"
Normally I'm not a pushover or gullible and I will fight to get my way so good tiurmphs and all that but what happened next was my heart thinking. I had been through so much and it was really beginning to wear away my nerves and my common sense. I would have agreed to anything if I thought it would have gotten me back to normal. If I hadn't been so doubtful of myself there was no way I would have trusted a bitch like Carrie with my life.
"Sure, just stand over there," she said in an overly sweet tone, pointing to a gravestone. When I looked more closely I saw it was Jesse's.
I numbly did what she said, hoping everything would finally turn out right. Carrie looked at me and only then I saw the evil glint in her eye. She was going to make things worse but I couldn't bring myself to care. Her finger started glowing grey and smoke twisted around my legs. I felt it tug on me when all of a sudden I was pushed to the ground. Hard.
"Jesus Christo Susannah, what do you think you're doing?"
I looked up to see Jesse holding me snug. Normally this would have sent me into fits of ecstasy but my brain was too far gone. I just wanted this hell to be over.
"Out of my way, Jesse. I'm going to a better place."
Jesse stared at me like I was bordering on the nutso stage. I knew I was, I just didn't have the strength to do something about it.
"Susannah," he whispered trying to pull me away, "we have to get out of here."
I batted him away, not wanting him to get caught up in my problems again. My feet started walking towards the smoke which was also moving towards me. Jesse tried one last lunge for my arm but Carrie was too quick for him and with her powers knocked him out.
All of a sudden something hit Carrie hard on the head. She crumpled in a heap and I could see the anxious face of Elizabeth staring at me. When she saw I was still walking, entranced by the smoke, she raced over and grabbed me.
"Jesse, help me!" she screamed while Jesse moaned on the ground. Her voice seemed to revive him and he got to his feet, clutching his head. Together the two managed to restrained me and dematerialised holding me between them.
Chapter Eight
When I arrived at school, it seemed there was no-one there. It had no lights on (not like it needed any, it was still daylight) and there were virtually no cars there. I didn't even know what day it was but it must have been a Saturday or Sunday if no-one was around.
I propped the bicycle against the bushes and walked around the school. There didn't seem to be any movement so it was hardly likely that Father D was there. I was just about to grab the bicycle and leave. There was no point in sticking around if no-one was here. Just as I was leaving there was a rustle behind me.
"Hey, what are ya doing here?" I turned around and saw the caretaker, holding a bottle of spray and mop, emerge from the entranceway. "Don't I know ya?" He said, peering at my face.
"I'm looking for Father Dominic, the principal of this school?" I said purposely not answering his other question. The caretaker's intent stare was really starting to bug me.
The caretaker whistled. "Where ya been these last few years, missy? Father D long gone. Had a heart attack. There's this new lady principal now with really massive boobs..."
He trailed off as he realised I had sprinted off but I could hear him in the distance shouting that I had left my bike behind. I didn't care. Father D dead? There was no way he could be. He had to help me since he was the only one who could understand the mediating business. Well apart from Jesse.
I ran as hard as I could to the cemetery, not even caring that there was sweat dripping down my face and my hair was a mess. In fact, I didn't even care. I felt like the real Suze had been taken away with the time travelling. I felt lonely and depressed.
At the cemetery I wandered down the rows of headstones, searching for Father D's so I could maybe get him to come back for advice. But I couldn't find it anywhere. That's weird, I thought. Father D said he wanted to be buried here.
A twig snapped and I heard a soft snort of laughter. I whirled around to see Carrie, in her normal form or as close to normal as someone who could imitate bodies could be, standing behind me.
"They call you the mediator but you're not very smart, are you?" she sneered down at me. "You think Father Dominic is dead? You never actually heard that, did you?" And then she exploded in hysterical peals of laughter again.
I realised then that she'd been following me, listening to my thoughts, the way an average annoying genie with an attitude would do.
"You've been following me, haven't you?" I demanded.
Carrie smirked, "Ever since I met you. But you never realised because you are the worst mediator I have ever seen. I could be with you for centuries and you'd never notice. Wait, I already have."
I should have been angry right about now but I was still in my half depressed mood. "So what happened to Father D?" I asked.
"He's in hospital, in a permanent coma. After you left things weren't the same for him. He'd spend all day waiting for you to return but then he gave up, left the school, left town, had an accident which resulted in severe brain damage, etc, etc..."
I felt so guilty, since when would Father D get that upset about me? He was such a strong person. There was no way I could affect him that much. I looked Carrie in the eye. "Would this have happened if I hadn't disappeared back in time?"
She snorted, amused by my question. "God, no. Every little thing you do affects how the future will go and your disappearing into time turned everyone into snivelling freaks as far as I could tell. Why are all these people worried about someone like you?"
I wasn't oblivious to the insults she had hurtled my way, even if they might have been true- who would worry about me?, but my mind was fixed on one thing.
"Can I please go back to normal, Carrie?"
Normally I'm not a pushover or gullible and I will fight to get my way so good tiurmphs and all that but what happened next was my heart thinking. I had been through so much and it was really beginning to wear away my nerves and my common sense. I would have agreed to anything if I thought it would have gotten me back to normal. If I hadn't been so doubtful of myself there was no way I would have trusted a bitch like Carrie with my life.
"Sure, just stand over there," she said in an overly sweet tone, pointing to a gravestone. When I looked more closely I saw it was Jesse's.
I numbly did what she said, hoping everything would finally turn out right. Carrie looked at me and only then I saw the evil glint in her eye. She was going to make things worse but I couldn't bring myself to care. Her finger started glowing grey and smoke twisted around my legs. I felt it tug on me when all of a sudden I was pushed to the ground. Hard.
"Jesus Christo Susannah, what do you think you're doing?"
I looked up to see Jesse holding me snug. Normally this would have sent me into fits of ecstasy but my brain was too far gone. I just wanted this hell to be over.
"Out of my way, Jesse. I'm going to a better place."
Jesse stared at me like I was bordering on the nutso stage. I knew I was, I just didn't have the strength to do something about it.
"Susannah," he whispered trying to pull me away, "we have to get out of here."
I batted him away, not wanting him to get caught up in my problems again. My feet started walking towards the smoke which was also moving towards me. Jesse tried one last lunge for my arm but Carrie was too quick for him and with her powers knocked him out.
All of a sudden something hit Carrie hard on the head. She crumpled in a heap and I could see the anxious face of Elizabeth staring at me. When she saw I was still walking, entranced by the smoke, she raced over and grabbed me.
"Jesse, help me!" she screamed while Jesse moaned on the ground. Her voice seemed to revive him and he got to his feet, clutching his head. Together the two managed to restrained me and dematerialised holding me between them.