Ghost Hyde watched himself rolling and groaning in pain. He grimaced as he
felt his throbbing knuckles. The door to the kitchen swung open and he saw
Red poke his head out.
"What the hell happened to you? Are you alright son?" He barked with a hint of worry.
"Yeah." Hyde started picking himself up. "Just tripped I guess."
Kitty poked her head under Red's. "What happened honey?"
"Oh nothing. The kid tripped on his boots." Red explained. Then he handed her a schnapp. "Here, have fun. Steven's fine."
"It's okay Mrs. F." Hyde rubbed his head, and grimaced.
"Oh okay then." Kitty retreated back to the kitchen to begin her alcohol time with Red quickly behind her. Then they heard the opening and slamming of the front door.
"She left." Ghost Hyde looked at his alternate self. He took a step, and swiped his pal through his head, and ended up going through it.
"Huh." Ghost Hyde turned on his heels and set to follow Jackie and Jong.
"STOP!" Ezekial put a hand in front of him, causing Hyde to instantly halt in his steps and almost trip backwards.
Hyde reeled back, and stared in shock at the sudden appearance of the supernatural being. The one with disheveled hair, raging eyes, and a smudge on his left pant leg.
"What the hell!?"
" 'What the hell?'?" He imitated in a sarcastic, snarky, squeaky voice. "No mister, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" He roared.
"Oh my god."
Ghost Hyde turned around to see himself staring in shock at both of them.
"Oh my god." The angel whispered.
"Oh my god." Ghost Hyde echoed.
"You-" Hyde pointed to the younger version of himself. "You're from the freakin' government aren't you?"
"No. I.yes. I was sent here to replace you and make babies with Jackie." Ghost Hyde said to him.
"Okay, that's it." Ezekiel grabbed him and dragged him over out through the window and onto the fire escape. "Oh god, why did it have to be the highest one!?"
"You're afraid of heights!?" Hyde asked.
"Oh! You just can it you naughty messer-upper!" Ezekiel started running down the stairs, always keeping a hand firmly attached to the railing.
"You're a fucking angel! Make us disappear!!!" Ghost Hyde roared.
"You fucking bastards! Come back here!" The other Hyde yelled from the window. His head disappeared and was replaced by a tuxedo leg and black boots.
"Oh shit. Come on, hurry!" Ezekiel urged to Ghost Hyde.
"I can't. You've only gone down one and a half stairs!" He yelled. "We're still on the half part!!! Move it cupid-butt!"
"CUPID!!??" Ezekiel turned around and flashed him a nasty glare. "DID YOU JUST CALL ME CUPID!?"
"I'm going to get you, you goddamn sickos!" The other Hyde was already down the first stairs.
"Forget that, and just go, go-GO!" Ghost Hyde pushed the angel forward as they restarted their descent. . . . . more like their race to the bottom of the stairs.
Ezekiel no longer afraid, but feeling a generous animosity toward his charge followed his instructions.
"STEVEN! Get your ass back up here young man!" Red's voice rang out above them.
"Sorry Red, I'M CHASING GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS!"
"WHAT! You get your-"
"SWEETIE! HONEY! IT'S FREEZING COLD!!! YOU'RE HAVING HALLUCINATIONS!" Kitty interrupted. "DELUSIONS! YOU NEED HOT CIDER!"
After ten more stories of frantic screaming, chasing, and the fire escape being rattled to death-Ezekiel and Ghost Hyde made it to the ground.
"Damn-who the hell has a wedding on the top floor of an apartment?!" Ezekiel panted. "Oh god, he's still following us." Ghost Hyde grabbed the angel of the sleeve and started to drag him through the busy street. The second Hyde didn't even blink twice running into the traffic.
"STOP!" "GO!" "STOP!" "GO!" "STOP!" "GO-NO STOP!"
Hyde and Ezekiel were playing "Red Light, Green Light" on one of the busiest streets in New York City. Stopping, dashing. Retreating back to the safer lane, than seeing the other Hyde coming up quickly, and running back to the other side.
"I was fucking right all those damn years!" The older Hyde swung at the younger one and only ended up with air.
"God, you swing like a chick!" Ezekiel shrieked at him.
"HEY!" Both Hydes' yelled at him.
"What!? I was talking to him!"
Ghost Hyde took another look at his older self, seeing the mixed rage and confusion. "You really don't want to do that."
Both Hydes' stared at each other. While Ezekiel fretted and was nervously tiptoeing on the lane lines as the cars came close to 3 inches near his crotch.
"You guys?" He squeaked. "I think the police are coming.
"Oh my god, it's Jackie!!" Ghost Hyde pointed over the other Hyde's shoulder, while he wasn't looking, he grabbed Ezekiel grabbed the cab's door and shoved him in.
"Where is-HEY!" He noticed the door shut, and speed away.
"Oh god, that was close." Hyde breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought I was going to have to punch him out or something."
"Yeah, quick thinking-running into the damn streets like that."
"AND CHOOSING MY DAMN CAB!"
Hyde and Ezekiel paused, and then looked over towards the left window to see a pissed off Jackie crossing her arms and giving them the look of death. "What is your problem? And why are you wearing that stupid shirt again? For god's sakes, it's 1985! Not the seventies! You look like a burn out." Jackie ranted heatedly. "You have some damn nerve, just barging in here thinking you are like one of those damn fairytale heroes who thinks he can win-"
Suddenly, her lips stopped moving. Her fingers stopped moving, Even the other cars were frozen.
"My god, why can't she just shutup and throw us out of the car already? Sheesh." Ezekiel rubbed his ears and blew on his frozen fingers.
"Hey, wait! You froze her, yet you couldn't have frozen my other pissed off self?!" Hyde backhanded him. "And I can hit you now!? And him!?" Hyde pointed behind him. "How come I could hit him? Why the hell did you make me run down ten flights of a fire escape in freaking winter in NEW YORK CITY!"
"You shutup or I'll end this damn trip and you'll never know what happened next! Damn, you take after her." Ezekiel tucked his hands under his armpits. "My god, it's so cold in here? Can't the damn driver turn on the heater? CHEAPSKATE!"
Hyde unlocked the cab door, and let himself out, and slamming the door as hard as he could.
"No, wait! I was just kidding about that whole thing about ending it! I can't end it until you regret your words. Wait!!!" Ezekiel yelled from the cab window.
Hyde never realized how incredibly cold it was; he wasn't running or squaring himself off now. "I thought you were going doing this because it was clogging up your angel visions or make me feel better something. You know what? Whatever!" He yelled back. He started walking back towards his other self in mid run. It was kind of eerie seeing a street of frozen cars, the people in mid-action. Like a wax museum. A large scale wax museum.
Ezekiel appeared suddenly in front of him. "Hold on man, I'm sorry for leaving you back there. The only reason I let you go through this was because I thought you could handle yourself."
"You have a piece of lettuce and dressing on your collar."
"Oh yeah. Whoops. Sorry." He started wiping it off.
Hyde just stared at him disbelief. "What is wrong with you? You're an angel!!!! You don't take fucking lunch breaks, or run down ten flig-no wait, you're not even supposed to be afraid of heights-YOU FLY!!!"
"Well, that's a big miscon-"
"And also, what's with this thing about your powers? It just turns itself on and off when we're out of danger!!! You could have frozen the cars and we would have gotten away!"
"Hyde, you're freezing-let's get back into the cab and I'll explain everything." Hyde stared at him angrily. "Please?"
Hyde nodded towards a deli shop across the street. "I'm hungry like hell. I need sustenance. I've been time trekking for 8 hours."
When Hyde had finally grabbed one of everything in the store and had managed to fit it everywhere in the tiny cab. Jackie's finger made a very good stand to hang the candy canes from, and the cab's shoulder's were sturdy enough to balance the bowl of chili he had found in the back.
"What do you want to know?"
"Fiscrh uh gawna schee-"
"Swallow."
"First, I want some proof that you are an actual angel." Hyde paused to sip some soda. "If you can't freeze an angry man on the first flight of stairs, but can freeze traffic like this-it just doesn't make sense!"
"Okay, first-powers are like concentration. I can't concentrate when I'm 50 ft in the freaking air."
"What is with this fear of heights? Don't you guys look down at us all the time from hundreds of miles in the air or something?"
"We don't really live in the sky nessicarily."
"Where do you guys live?"
"I can't tell you that, but we don't really fly or have wings."
Hyde grabbed a bag of chips and ripped it open, regardless of the stray chips flying all over the place. "Okay, okay. Angels aren't really holy beings. More like freaky ass mutants created by the government to handle domestic cases of goodness." He slurped on his big glug soda. "Lame."
Ezekiel watched in distaste as Hyde stuffed himself greedily, he wondered if the oil stains would come out of his pants. "Oh please, you talk about the state of being lame and look at you. Shoving corporate fried foods into your stomach."
Hyde shrugged. "It's free."
"Whatever."
"So, what's this deal with me hitting them?"
"Who's them?"
"You, and him-" Hyde thumbed to the distant figure among the passive vehicles. "Oh, and how come they can all see me now? I'm supposed to be a tourist, right?"
"I really don't know." The angel ran a hand through his windblown hair. "Maybe. . . . .it has something to do with that watch."
Hyde wiped his oily hands on the leather seat before digging it into his pocket and producing the gold pocket watch that swung from a chain. It now read seven o'clock.
"So, seven years." He turned it over and over in his palm.
"First, how come I came into actual existence, here?"
"Possibly the magic I infused in the watch latched onto you, as you went through the time it began to well . . . . stitch you into this alternate reality." He looked at the face, and pursed his lips. "Might be due to the fact that you've been gone from your real time for a long time now."
"So basically, I'm being written into this tour."
"Yes. Tours aren't supposed to last this long. Since you've been doing the trekking yourself instead of me giving you the cold hard facts on the snippets of time, it's been taking a strain here. It's not meant for long periods of visitation."
"They why the hell did you leave?"
"Oh, you know. I had some other errands to finish. I didn't think it would take so long. Then, it took me a while to find you."
Hyde relaxed and gazed through Ezekiel to the older Jackie. "She's still beautiful."
"Yeah. Well, it's time for us to resume our tour. You won't hurt my feelings anymore, right?"
"What!?"
"Pinky swear?" He held out his pinky.
"Are you serious man?"
"Do you want to be stuck here?"
"Pinkyswearpinkyswear!!!!" Hyde quickly the outstretched pinky with his own and shook it quickly.
"Okay." Ezekiel took out a small paper out of his pocket, read it over-and stuffed it into the other pocket. Picked at the smudge which he acquired from his other errand, and then sighed. "You went to college." He said brightly.
"Cool."
"Yeah, you moved out west to Washington, and went to the University there and became a electrical technician. Where do all electrical technicians go?"
"Uh. . . ."
"L.A."
"Oh."
"You hooked up with a touring company, and now you do the electrical work for the bands. On your off months, you stay with Jong, who became a really good friend of yours. Sometimes Jackie would come, and all three of you would go out and party, stuff like that. You still support Regina, and her son Brad out back in Wisconsin. As a favor, she let you guys use one of her apartments in here, in New York City for the wedding of Donna and Eric."
"What are they up to?"
"Well, let's see. Donna I believe is working for an advertising company. Eric owns a toy store."
"Don't tell me he's selling G.I. Joe's."
"Fine, I won't say anything."
Hyde snorted.
"Anyways, Kelso is a cop. Fez owns a dance studio. And Jackie is a famous model."
"Hey, we all did pretty good."
"Yeah, your lives are just starting out right now. Soon. . . .. well, come on. It's time to go into the future."
Ezekiel wound the clock eight more hours.
"What the hell happened to you? Are you alright son?" He barked with a hint of worry.
"Yeah." Hyde started picking himself up. "Just tripped I guess."
Kitty poked her head under Red's. "What happened honey?"
"Oh nothing. The kid tripped on his boots." Red explained. Then he handed her a schnapp. "Here, have fun. Steven's fine."
"It's okay Mrs. F." Hyde rubbed his head, and grimaced.
"Oh okay then." Kitty retreated back to the kitchen to begin her alcohol time with Red quickly behind her. Then they heard the opening and slamming of the front door.
"She left." Ghost Hyde looked at his alternate self. He took a step, and swiped his pal through his head, and ended up going through it.
"Huh." Ghost Hyde turned on his heels and set to follow Jackie and Jong.
"STOP!" Ezekial put a hand in front of him, causing Hyde to instantly halt in his steps and almost trip backwards.
Hyde reeled back, and stared in shock at the sudden appearance of the supernatural being. The one with disheveled hair, raging eyes, and a smudge on his left pant leg.
"What the hell!?"
" 'What the hell?'?" He imitated in a sarcastic, snarky, squeaky voice. "No mister, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" He roared.
"Oh my god."
Ghost Hyde turned around to see himself staring in shock at both of them.
"Oh my god." The angel whispered.
"Oh my god." Ghost Hyde echoed.
"You-" Hyde pointed to the younger version of himself. "You're from the freakin' government aren't you?"
"No. I.yes. I was sent here to replace you and make babies with Jackie." Ghost Hyde said to him.
"Okay, that's it." Ezekiel grabbed him and dragged him over out through the window and onto the fire escape. "Oh god, why did it have to be the highest one!?"
"You're afraid of heights!?" Hyde asked.
"Oh! You just can it you naughty messer-upper!" Ezekiel started running down the stairs, always keeping a hand firmly attached to the railing.
"You're a fucking angel! Make us disappear!!!" Ghost Hyde roared.
"You fucking bastards! Come back here!" The other Hyde yelled from the window. His head disappeared and was replaced by a tuxedo leg and black boots.
"Oh shit. Come on, hurry!" Ezekiel urged to Ghost Hyde.
"I can't. You've only gone down one and a half stairs!" He yelled. "We're still on the half part!!! Move it cupid-butt!"
"CUPID!!??" Ezekiel turned around and flashed him a nasty glare. "DID YOU JUST CALL ME CUPID!?"
"I'm going to get you, you goddamn sickos!" The other Hyde was already down the first stairs.
"Forget that, and just go, go-GO!" Ghost Hyde pushed the angel forward as they restarted their descent. . . . . more like their race to the bottom of the stairs.
Ezekiel no longer afraid, but feeling a generous animosity toward his charge followed his instructions.
"STEVEN! Get your ass back up here young man!" Red's voice rang out above them.
"Sorry Red, I'M CHASING GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS!"
"WHAT! You get your-"
"SWEETIE! HONEY! IT'S FREEZING COLD!!! YOU'RE HAVING HALLUCINATIONS!" Kitty interrupted. "DELUSIONS! YOU NEED HOT CIDER!"
After ten more stories of frantic screaming, chasing, and the fire escape being rattled to death-Ezekiel and Ghost Hyde made it to the ground.
"Damn-who the hell has a wedding on the top floor of an apartment?!" Ezekiel panted. "Oh god, he's still following us." Ghost Hyde grabbed the angel of the sleeve and started to drag him through the busy street. The second Hyde didn't even blink twice running into the traffic.
"STOP!" "GO!" "STOP!" "GO!" "STOP!" "GO-NO STOP!"
Hyde and Ezekiel were playing "Red Light, Green Light" on one of the busiest streets in New York City. Stopping, dashing. Retreating back to the safer lane, than seeing the other Hyde coming up quickly, and running back to the other side.
"I was fucking right all those damn years!" The older Hyde swung at the younger one and only ended up with air.
"God, you swing like a chick!" Ezekiel shrieked at him.
"HEY!" Both Hydes' yelled at him.
"What!? I was talking to him!"
Ghost Hyde took another look at his older self, seeing the mixed rage and confusion. "You really don't want to do that."
Both Hydes' stared at each other. While Ezekiel fretted and was nervously tiptoeing on the lane lines as the cars came close to 3 inches near his crotch.
"You guys?" He squeaked. "I think the police are coming.
"Oh my god, it's Jackie!!" Ghost Hyde pointed over the other Hyde's shoulder, while he wasn't looking, he grabbed Ezekiel grabbed the cab's door and shoved him in.
"Where is-HEY!" He noticed the door shut, and speed away.
"Oh god, that was close." Hyde breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought I was going to have to punch him out or something."
"Yeah, quick thinking-running into the damn streets like that."
"AND CHOOSING MY DAMN CAB!"
Hyde and Ezekiel paused, and then looked over towards the left window to see a pissed off Jackie crossing her arms and giving them the look of death. "What is your problem? And why are you wearing that stupid shirt again? For god's sakes, it's 1985! Not the seventies! You look like a burn out." Jackie ranted heatedly. "You have some damn nerve, just barging in here thinking you are like one of those damn fairytale heroes who thinks he can win-"
Suddenly, her lips stopped moving. Her fingers stopped moving, Even the other cars were frozen.
"My god, why can't she just shutup and throw us out of the car already? Sheesh." Ezekiel rubbed his ears and blew on his frozen fingers.
"Hey, wait! You froze her, yet you couldn't have frozen my other pissed off self?!" Hyde backhanded him. "And I can hit you now!? And him!?" Hyde pointed behind him. "How come I could hit him? Why the hell did you make me run down ten flights of a fire escape in freaking winter in NEW YORK CITY!"
"You shutup or I'll end this damn trip and you'll never know what happened next! Damn, you take after her." Ezekiel tucked his hands under his armpits. "My god, it's so cold in here? Can't the damn driver turn on the heater? CHEAPSKATE!"
Hyde unlocked the cab door, and let himself out, and slamming the door as hard as he could.
"No, wait! I was just kidding about that whole thing about ending it! I can't end it until you regret your words. Wait!!!" Ezekiel yelled from the cab window.
Hyde never realized how incredibly cold it was; he wasn't running or squaring himself off now. "I thought you were going doing this because it was clogging up your angel visions or make me feel better something. You know what? Whatever!" He yelled back. He started walking back towards his other self in mid run. It was kind of eerie seeing a street of frozen cars, the people in mid-action. Like a wax museum. A large scale wax museum.
Ezekiel appeared suddenly in front of him. "Hold on man, I'm sorry for leaving you back there. The only reason I let you go through this was because I thought you could handle yourself."
"You have a piece of lettuce and dressing on your collar."
"Oh yeah. Whoops. Sorry." He started wiping it off.
Hyde just stared at him disbelief. "What is wrong with you? You're an angel!!!! You don't take fucking lunch breaks, or run down ten flig-no wait, you're not even supposed to be afraid of heights-YOU FLY!!!"
"Well, that's a big miscon-"
"And also, what's with this thing about your powers? It just turns itself on and off when we're out of danger!!! You could have frozen the cars and we would have gotten away!"
"Hyde, you're freezing-let's get back into the cab and I'll explain everything." Hyde stared at him angrily. "Please?"
Hyde nodded towards a deli shop across the street. "I'm hungry like hell. I need sustenance. I've been time trekking for 8 hours."
When Hyde had finally grabbed one of everything in the store and had managed to fit it everywhere in the tiny cab. Jackie's finger made a very good stand to hang the candy canes from, and the cab's shoulder's were sturdy enough to balance the bowl of chili he had found in the back.
"What do you want to know?"
"Fiscrh uh gawna schee-"
"Swallow."
"First, I want some proof that you are an actual angel." Hyde paused to sip some soda. "If you can't freeze an angry man on the first flight of stairs, but can freeze traffic like this-it just doesn't make sense!"
"Okay, first-powers are like concentration. I can't concentrate when I'm 50 ft in the freaking air."
"What is with this fear of heights? Don't you guys look down at us all the time from hundreds of miles in the air or something?"
"We don't really live in the sky nessicarily."
"Where do you guys live?"
"I can't tell you that, but we don't really fly or have wings."
Hyde grabbed a bag of chips and ripped it open, regardless of the stray chips flying all over the place. "Okay, okay. Angels aren't really holy beings. More like freaky ass mutants created by the government to handle domestic cases of goodness." He slurped on his big glug soda. "Lame."
Ezekiel watched in distaste as Hyde stuffed himself greedily, he wondered if the oil stains would come out of his pants. "Oh please, you talk about the state of being lame and look at you. Shoving corporate fried foods into your stomach."
Hyde shrugged. "It's free."
"Whatever."
"So, what's this deal with me hitting them?"
"Who's them?"
"You, and him-" Hyde thumbed to the distant figure among the passive vehicles. "Oh, and how come they can all see me now? I'm supposed to be a tourist, right?"
"I really don't know." The angel ran a hand through his windblown hair. "Maybe. . . . .it has something to do with that watch."
Hyde wiped his oily hands on the leather seat before digging it into his pocket and producing the gold pocket watch that swung from a chain. It now read seven o'clock.
"So, seven years." He turned it over and over in his palm.
"First, how come I came into actual existence, here?"
"Possibly the magic I infused in the watch latched onto you, as you went through the time it began to well . . . . stitch you into this alternate reality." He looked at the face, and pursed his lips. "Might be due to the fact that you've been gone from your real time for a long time now."
"So basically, I'm being written into this tour."
"Yes. Tours aren't supposed to last this long. Since you've been doing the trekking yourself instead of me giving you the cold hard facts on the snippets of time, it's been taking a strain here. It's not meant for long periods of visitation."
"They why the hell did you leave?"
"Oh, you know. I had some other errands to finish. I didn't think it would take so long. Then, it took me a while to find you."
Hyde relaxed and gazed through Ezekiel to the older Jackie. "She's still beautiful."
"Yeah. Well, it's time for us to resume our tour. You won't hurt my feelings anymore, right?"
"What!?"
"Pinky swear?" He held out his pinky.
"Are you serious man?"
"Do you want to be stuck here?"
"Pinkyswearpinkyswear!!!!" Hyde quickly the outstretched pinky with his own and shook it quickly.
"Okay." Ezekiel took out a small paper out of his pocket, read it over-and stuffed it into the other pocket. Picked at the smudge which he acquired from his other errand, and then sighed. "You went to college." He said brightly.
"Cool."
"Yeah, you moved out west to Washington, and went to the University there and became a electrical technician. Where do all electrical technicians go?"
"Uh. . . ."
"L.A."
"Oh."
"You hooked up with a touring company, and now you do the electrical work for the bands. On your off months, you stay with Jong, who became a really good friend of yours. Sometimes Jackie would come, and all three of you would go out and party, stuff like that. You still support Regina, and her son Brad out back in Wisconsin. As a favor, she let you guys use one of her apartments in here, in New York City for the wedding of Donna and Eric."
"What are they up to?"
"Well, let's see. Donna I believe is working for an advertising company. Eric owns a toy store."
"Don't tell me he's selling G.I. Joe's."
"Fine, I won't say anything."
Hyde snorted.
"Anyways, Kelso is a cop. Fez owns a dance studio. And Jackie is a famous model."
"Hey, we all did pretty good."
"Yeah, your lives are just starting out right now. Soon. . . .. well, come on. It's time to go into the future."
Ezekiel wound the clock eight more hours.