Chii—Thanks for the compliment. Lately I've been thinking about making stories that aren't based on already created characters but I don't know about a career.
To everyone: I appreciate all the reviews. I apologize for it being a sad story so far. If you want you can bill me for the tissues.
Chapter 9
Remembering what Pixel told him about having a three-foot radius around him, Sportacus realized he would have to get out of the airship. This was easier said than done. Quietly the above-average hero slipped out of the bathroom. Sportacus was surprised that the door answered his command at such a low tone. He hoped it would be that easy for the platform and ladder.
The next step was to get to the platform. This would be like tiptoeing through a minefield. One wrong move and he would wake up his past self and the past Stephanie. If this happened, the space-time continuum would be disrupted and could cause a permanent rift. Silently, the current Sportacus was able to tread softly over his sleeping past self and make his way to the platform.
Crouching down the above-average hero whispered for the platform to go down. However it didn't. Sportacus tried a little louder but the platform refused to obey. That's when he heard one of the past selves moving.
Past Stephanie sat up in bed. She looked around. Seeing nothing, she shrugged her shoulders and covered herself back up under the big white comforter. Nothing moved for five minutes.
Sportacus breathed a sigh of relief. He had ducked into the airship's control seat just in time. That was too close, he thought to himself. Then quietly he returned to the platform. Whispering and praying to Odin, Sportacus finally got the platform to go down.Moving over to the ladder he tried to get it to go down. It took a few tries but finally the ladder obeyed. Looking around to make sure that the past selves hadn't heard him, Sportacus shimmied down the pole to the platform like a fireman.
Once on the platform, he grabbed hold of the ladder and climbed down to the ground. LazyTown was silent as he crept to a back alley. Making sure that nothing was in his way, the current Sportacus pressed the button on the wristband Pixel had given him.
Pixel kept looking at his watch. It had been over an hour since Sportacus left. The power supply seemed to be holding but for how much longer it was anyone's guess. Then the time machine started to alert him to a power surge. Pixel ran to the controls and watched as Sportacus reappeared from the swirling spiral of the past.
"Sportacus!" The worried young man shouted.
"How long have I been gone?" The above-average hero asked as he stepped from the tube.
"Just over an hour. It's almost four o'clock." Pixel answered.
"Good then there is still time." Sportacus said.
"Time for what?" Pixel asked.
"I want you to set the time dials to eight o'clock this morning. I have to go back one more time." Sportacus answered.
"But what about the power source?" Pixel asked.
"We have about five hours until the sun goes down. That should give me enough time to fix everything and get back." The above-average hero said as he stepped back into the tube. Pixel only nodded and went to work with the dials. He pressed the big red button again and again Sportacus disappeared into the swirling spiral of the space-time continuum.
To Be Continued…