Future Stranger
Ch.3: The Future
The Stranger was falling through a tunnel, bright yellow light glowing everywhere. The Stranger saw that Fred and his gang were right next to him. He tried to move, but he couldn't even move his finger, much less his body. He did nothing as him, Fred, and Fred's minions fell into a hole at the end of the tunnel. Stranger hit the ground with so much force, that he was knocked out cold.
When the Stranger woke, he saw that Fred and his gang, who he had seen earlier fall on the ground at the same time as him, were gone. But that wasn't the only thing the Stranger noticed.
The first thing that Stranger noticed was that the grass, trees, and dirt were gone. In their place were buildings, skyscrapers, and other things made out of metal. The Clakkers were no longer wearing their country clothes, but were wearing silver-blue jumpsuits.
But what surprised Stranger the most was that there were flying cars. There were cars flying in the sky to buildings and stores on different levels of the city. Yellow cars, blue trucks, any kind of vehicle was flying in the sky.
The Stranger looked around, searching for Fred, but he wasn't anywhere. He did, however, see a general store. I could use some more ammo. Said Stranger. As he walked into the store, he saw more future stuff: electronic devices, weird looking guns, and other stuff.
The Stranger walked up to the counter and slammed his hand to get the clerks attention. When the clerk looked away from his mini TV and saw the Stranger, he fell out of his chair and nearly peed his pants.
"If you want money, just take it!" Shouted the Clakker, cowering under his desk.
"I ain't here for money, I'm here for ammo. You got any Boombats?" Asked Stranger.
"Boombats? What're you talkin' about, Stranger? Boombats have been extinct for 1,000 years!" Said the clerk.
The Stranger was a bit shocked. 1,000 years? How far have I traveled through time. So, the only Boombats I have are the five in my bag.
"How'a about Stingbees?" Asked Stranger.
"Been extinct for 1,500 years."
"Stunks?"
"950 years."
"Bolamites?"
"267 years.
"Fuzzles?"
"591 years."
"Thudslugs?"
"473 years."
"Chippunks?"
"Went extinct 2 days ago."
"So you ain't got any of these critters?"
The Stranger emptied his ammo bag and let the critters loose.
Inside that store, chaos broke out. The Fuzzles jumped everywhere, trying to bite everything. The Thudslugs bounced everywhere breaking everything they could. The Stunks were about to let their stink loose, but before any other critters could cause destruction, each of them vanished.
"You're not from around here, ain't ya Stranger?" Asked the Clakker.
"What year is it?" Asked the Stranger.
"2442. Why?" Replied the clerk.
The Stranger practically passed out. 2442. I've been gone so many years. Then the Stranger felt his crossbow fold out. He saw that the Clakker was staring at his crossbow. The Stranger immediately moved his hand.
"I know what that is."Said the Clakker. "That's the crossbow used by the famous bounty hunter. He would use small animals to . . ." The Clakker stopped talking and stared at the Stranger.
"You're that famous bounty hunter! How can you be here! You disappeared a long time ago."
"Listen, I got sucked into a time portal. I need weapons to take out Fire-Shootin' Fred. What've you got?" Said Stranger.
"I don't sell weapons, I sell ammo. But there's a gun shop right next to u . . ."
Suddenly, there was a huge explosion. Stranger ran outside to see what happened. He saw the gun shop, but one of the walls was missing. The sides were on fire.
Fire.
Of course. Fred.
Stranger saw the Clakker that owned the store talking to two policemen. When the police left, the Stranger walked up to the Clakker.
"What the hell do you want?" Asked the Clakker.
Stranger immediately grabbed the owner by the neck of his jumpsuit and held up to eye-length.
"Listen. I know the guy that robbed you and I'm willin' to catch him under 2 conditions. One: You let me use any of your guns to hunt him down. And two: You pay me." Said Stranger.
"All right, all right. But if you're going after him, his gang, and the robot he took, you'll need not only weapons, but armor too." Said the Clakker.
After much looking, the Stranger was ready.
Two laser pistols, a laser SMG (semi machine gun), an automatic rifle, three laser grenades, and a dart shooter. All of these, the Stranger would use to hunt Fred.
And to top it off, the Stranger got himself a new look.
He replaced his clothes with cybernetic armor. He wore a special suit of silver armor that increased his speed, strength, and endurance. The armor was almost skin-tight, allowing the Stranger to move freely. The final piece was a special computer, hooked onto one's ear with the screen in front of the person's eye. This allows them to see a small radar of the area.
With new weapons and armor, the Stranger was ready to hunt Fire-Shootin' Fred.