Bit I write in bold goes here
Phil was being marched down yet another dark corridor; dim lights lit the walls and doors upon doors repeated themselves. The two robots that were both linked to Phil's arms stopped before a door that looked nothing different to any of the others. Letting go, they ushered him to go in. The room was bright and there was a large amount of people in it. A woman sitting at a desk turned around to face him, she smiled, waving him over. Phil approached her, noting the sudden changes in the room he was in now and the 26 corridors he'd been carried down.
"Philip, I presume?" She said, he voice was bubbly, Phil noted the tens of guns on the shelf behind, he still wasn't told why he was here, luckily, the woman answered his question,
"I'm Kayla, I'm the sectary at the CotLoC" They were walking down yet another corridor, however this one was painted pure white and had no windows or doors.
"Um…what is the CotLoC?" Phil asked her
"You mean you weren't told?" Phil shook his head, "Well it stands for the Cult of The Life of Crime, and it's not a cult, it's just an ancient name it's been given" She added after seeing Phil's expression, "We won't be killing ourselves…just others"
"What?" Phil cried stopping in his track
"Calm yourself, I'll explain. Ever since the discovery of time travel, people have figured that they could go back in time to change history for the better, thus creating a Butterfly Effect. However, it doesn't usually go to plan, people being killed, people not being born, parents not meeting, the list goes on. So in 2103, Thomas Fareham created this building, and started the CotLoC. He could, however, just have random people going back in time with no experience. That's where you come in, Philip" They had reached the end of the corridor, they went through the doors to come across another corridor, "You have experience, you spent, 2 years in the 21st century, am I correct?"
"Yeah, pretty much"
"Yes, so you seemed perfect for the job, searching from the giggle, we learnt of past trips you'd been on and how well you'd managed. Now, here in the CotLoC, we have different ranks of assassins-"
"Assassins? As In, I'll be killing people?"
"Only people, who deserve it, people who carry the 'Devil Gene'. You see, we must always kill one of the parents, the one who carries the bad gene which will make the child do something world changing. For example, Alexia Moreno tried to change the solar panel to get more sunshine in the North Pole, causing the melting of the polar ice caps and…well, all that. Barely any one survived, luckily, Dr Fareham's parents survived. Recently, one of our agents went back in time to kill her father, for he carried the gene, she wasn't ever born and the world carried on spinning."
"But why do you…I…have to kill there parents?"
"As I told you, because of the Devil Gene. If a child is killed, the parents would immediately have another child, if the assassinate is later in life, their plans may have been spread, so someone else will take over. Do you understand now?"
"I think so..." Phil nodded, they had reached another door. Going through it, Phil saw that there were two men, a robot and various contraptions including a giant TV screen.
"This is Professor Dreiser and Professor Gilman; they are in charge of assigning missions." Kayla told him. The men looked young, in their mid twenties, barely older then Phil."
"Now, Mr Diffy," Professor Gilman said, "Please take a seat, we needa DNA scan you" Phil hadn't spoke yet to them, he silently went over to the seat and sat down. There was a red shimmer flash over him and then his details appeared on the screen. Phil saw all the weapons aligning the walls.
"Excuse me," he asked nervously, "But please, I really don't wanna do this" Phil jumped up out of the chair, trying to make an escape. Unfortunately, the robot got there before him, blocking his way.
"We really didn't want to do this…" Phil turned but stopped. A sharp pain fled through his arm and then his vision started to go. The last thing he saw was the two professors advancing before him.
On the screen, his thoughts and memory came up on the screen, like a drive in a computer. His mind was filled with folders.
"Delete all happy thoughts" Kayla's voice had turned duller, sterner, then the bubbly person she had seen before. Prof. Gilman scrolled through his mind,
"It seems he seemed happiest in 2003-2006" He reached for the delete button. The men left and returned a while later.
"Is it done yet?" Kayla asked, she looked over at Phil, lying slumped on the chair, "Jeez, this file seems to be taking forever. It's almost done" she sighed. Moments later, a message and beep popped up, it read,
'File deleted- Keely Teslow'
And that is the end of that! That was quite short to write