Thanks once more to all reviewers, sorry it took me a while to update but things have been awkward here.
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Chapter 6: First impressions
The living receiver is often tormented by terrifying dreams, Visions and auditory hallucinations during his/her time within the tangent universe. – From the philosophy of time travel.
Kelly sat at her computer, hastily searching through whatever she could find that seemed even remotely relevant to what had happened to her that day. Unfortunately, there seemed to be no adequate term to describe what had happened that she would be helpful if typed into a search engine.
After searching through various 'Urban legend' web sites, her investigation was reduced to her typing 'Weird registration plates appearing out of nowhere', 'unexplained burnt metal things' and similar phrases into Google in an attempt to amuse herself. There seemed to be nothing else that she could do.
Rather unsurprisingly, the internet yielded no helpful information, nor did Seachnall when she phoned him later that night.
"I'm not really sure what I'm meant to be looking for." He said after they both uttered the usual conversation starting pleasantries.
"Me neither." Kelly replied, "Not surprising really, after all when was the last time you heard of something like this happening."
"Speaking of," Seachnall replied before pausing to eat another peanut from a bowl by his desk, "I listened to the local news on the radio when I got back, still no mention of car wrecks or anything like that."
"Strange."
"Well that goes without saying really."
Despite what had happened in the school's computer room, Seachnall was still expecting to stumble across a disappointing, logical explanation as to why a charred registration plate had come to rest in the grass near the school minus the charred car it had come from. It was yet to happen.
"You don't think you could get something by typing the registration plate number into Google do you?" Kelly asked suddenly, forcing Seachnall's attention back to the conversation, "Like maybe what kind of car it belongs to, who owns it, that sort of thing."
"I don't know, I'm naturally pessimistic however as you know so I'll say probably not. Besides, you don't have the whole number."
"I've got most of..."
Kelly paused as she came to the same conclusion that Seachnall did; that even if they had the whole number, it probably wouldn't do any good. Also, the idea of sifting through dozens of number and letter combinations, hoping to get lucky in the process wasn't overly appealing.
"If this is some strange paranormal find you found Kel," Seachnall said, "Maybe we could sell it to local news or some paranormal society or someone like that and cash in."
"No." The word came out harsher then she intended, she could picture Seachnall's shocked reaction. "I mean, not yet, I want to find out what the story is with this thing, it's probably nothing anyway."
"Yeah," Seachnall replied with a mock sigh, "You're probably right."
"Aren't I always?"
A faint laugh was Seachnall's response. Afterwards there was a brief moment of silence as the two considered the subject, as well as their options silently.
"Sneezer!" Came the faint call through the receiver of Kelly's mobile phone, "Dinner's ready."
'Sneezer' was a name given to Seachnall by Elena one spring when he was set upon by havfever and sneezing almost continually. This nickname had spread from friends to his family one day when Kelly was round his house. Seachnall loathed this name.
"Alright!" Seachnall bellowed in reply. "Be down in a minute."
"See you tomorrow." Kelly said.
"It's Saturday tomorrow."
"Oh yeah. How about we go into town tomorrow? Talk about this without adding to phone bills. You can even buy me lunch."
"Your generosity knows no bounds my saintly friend." Seachnall said, sarcasm filling every word, "Alright, we might as well, there's bugger all else to do."
"Great, see you later Sneezer."
"Don't call me th..."
Kelly grinned as she pressed the button to cut Seachnall off and switch off her phone.
"Kel." Sounded the voice of her mother from downstairs, "Dinner."
Kelly turned around to face the door, and found herself face to face with Frank.
Instantly she froze, paralysed by her initial started feeling. She was unable to do anything but stare at the figure in the demonic bunny suit before her. Her mind seemed barely able to register the figure's presence.
Surprise and alarm was giving way to fear. As Kelly's mind gradually returned to partial working order, she took several steps backwards and searched for something with which she could swing at the intruder, preferably something sharp and heavy.
As she did this she opened her mouth to call to her parents downstairs, in an instant a multitude of thoughts hastily sprung to mind, 'Had this guy gone through them to get up here?' 'Had he hurt them, killed...?'
No more thoughts interrupted her actions, fuelled by her anger; Kelly grabbed the wooden chair by her desk and swung it at the intruder. Everything seemed to move half as fast as usual, and the Bunny suited intruder seemed content to simply grin at her.
Kelly swung the chair at Frank, instead of impacting on his chest however; it impacted on a watery barrier that Frank had summoned, the chair wouldn't have done any significant damage to him, but the barrier would make things easier in the long run. A sharp pain stung Kelly's wrists as the chair struck this, and the chair fell to the floor with a loud thud.
This sight added to Kelly's fear, as well as her confusion. This was insane, force fields or whatever the hell it was that had stopped her and her weapon in mid flight didn't just appear out of nowhere, neither did strange people in Bunny suits.
"Cars aren't good for you this month."
His voice was not human; there was no way that any normal person could sound like that. Fear grew steadily in Kelly's mind and she abandoned all attempts to make sense of the situation. Instead she simply retreated away from the figure.
And then he was gone.
It took a few minutes for Kelly's mind to recognise this, for what seemed like hours, all she could do was stare at the space where Frank had stood and try to remain silent.
"Kelly," came another shout from downstairs, "I said you're dinner's ready! And what was that crashing noise?"
Relief at the confirmation of her parent's wellbeing flooded through her, Kelly clung to this, focusing intently on it so as to banish as much of the fear as possible.
"Nothing." She replied after a few seconds, her voice as casual as she could make it but still chocked. "I'll be down in a minute."
She moved to the mirror, her eyes scanning the room for anything that didn't belong there as she did so. She then spent a few moments attempting to make herself look like someone who hadn't been paralysed by fear only a few minutes ago.
When she was suitably satisfied with her appearance, she headed downstairs.
To be continued.
Right, now for replies:
sYnergY's Duality: It's always fun to deal out bizarre and unusual death to those who deserve them in fan fictions, thanks for reviewing.
CaptainLoneStarUSA: One Gretchen, who died in the tangent universe, is in the fourth dimension construct, (which she also uses to influence the primary/tangent universe) as a manipulated dead person, the other, who lives on because of Donnie's time travelling lives on in this new one. The whole thing is very confusing, thanks for reviewing.
Vademecum: Thanks, always nice to see new reviewers, I like the assorted theories as well, and that the answers weren't simply handed out at the end like in most other films, anyway, thanks for reviewing.
PennyLane125: If you go to , you should find a clear, fuzzless philosophy of time travel. Also, it was the dead Gretchen that killed her stepfather via the fourth dimension construct. There's a lot of time travel involved for the three dead characters, this was shortly before the Halloween party. Thanks for reviewing.
Beacons: Thanks, it's pretty hard to describe some of he things in the story in a way which doesn't seem implausible or idiotic. It's nice to see I've succeeded this far. Thanks for reviewing.