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-Prince_Malty
July four. Nineteen sixty-five.
The day today was the celebration of the revered event held in every home of every American family throughout the United States of America, simply known as Independence Day. As usual for every ordinary American who has seen the event; the Independence Day celebration simply revolves around a couple of things that are commonly witnessed on that special event. Namely, the invitation of every family members, friends and fiancees, to a wide range of celebrations that were held on the very special day such as; garden party, beer party, picnic at every town or city parks throughout the country, music concerts that revolves around the theme of 'American patriotism', and last but not the last, the most common of all Independence Day celebrations - was the grandiose fireworks held in every ordinary family homes, to the city or town halls, and to the monuments that cherished its American values and its freedoms, through the test of time, even amid hardships and chaos the befell them and to the world itself...
Especially, when it involves a whole nation - with people in it, both local and foreigners - moving through space and time, for which they didn't belong in the first place.
In which, this is the case with a single occupant of a dark-lit, two-story house, somewhere in Royal Woods, Michigan...
"Hello, this is Walter Cronkite of the American News Network, and we are reporting live here in Ketcham Park in Royal Woods, Michigan, where we witnessed the scores of fireworks exploding in the night sky which seen by huge numbers of family members who came out from their homes to celebrate the Independence Day celebration in this small park..."
A middle-aged blonde woman, wearing an army-style light brown pants and a plain light bluish-green t-shirt with a worn-out army-style fingerless glove in her right hand, silently sitting on a wooden, office swivel chair while watching towards a 30 inch flat-screen TV that was hooked up on the wall and facing down to a small, untidy bed...and to herself as well.
"Aside from the firework celebration; the reason why the people are also gathered here in this small park is that the mayor of this city held a grand ceremony hours ago which commemorates the men and women of Royal Woods who served in the Second Great War against the Nazis and as well as Third Great War, or popularly known as the Soviet War of Aggression, against the Soviet Union. During the ceremony, the Mayor of Royal Woods, in a speech, extolls the courage and perseverance of every man and woman who serve in the frontlines of these important wars, and to fight for its well-earned freedom and values, against the enemies who simply want to destroy it for good..."
The middle-aged woman slowly moves her right arm from the right manchette of the wooden swivel chair towards the top of the office-style desk, from which it contains several unopened and opened envelopes, two empty beer bottles, a desk-lamp with its light opened, a remote for a flat-screen TV, a folded worn-out white sunglasses with a crack on the right side of it, and a .45 Colt pistol; resting between the sunglasses, the desk lamp, the remote, and the beer bottles on the right, and a right arm of a woman on the left. From there, she tapped her fingers on the desk as she silently watches the television, with tears began to pile-up in both of her eyes.
"Among the things that were included in the grand ceremony was the unveiling of a statue that was built in the middle of the park; commemorating to a certain hero of this city, who made great strides of being the first recipient of the prestigious and one of highest medal ever given to a soldier who risked his or her lives beyond the call of duty, the Medal of Honor award, who is also an up-timer person that was born here in this city, albeit in another time, and another world..."
Hearing those last words from the news correspondent on TV made her eyes teared a little bit. Hearing it makes her feel that, there are some things that she never wanted to remember again, especially when it involves a certain event from her youngest days, which witnessed the death of her closest one, the one that she considered more than a sister, but a friend to her eyes. And it was disheartening to remembering it, time and time again, of an event that shouldn't happen in the first place, if not for some circumstances that prevented her from stopping it; namely, that she - and her dearest sister that was older than her - was in the warzone in the first place, which she meant that only bullets, bombs, and tanks could control her, her sister, and the fate that she never wanted to happen.
But it did happen anyway to her, and her sister as well. Much to her dismay.
After a couple of minutes watching the ongoing news report on the flat-screen TV simply made her squirm in her seat and a little anger inside of her mind, she decided that she has enough of watching the same old crap on the news, and she immediately grabbed the remote on the desk to close the TV for good.
She then immediately looked at the wrist-watch that she was wearing on her left arm. It's 8:37 pm, nighttime
How long do I watch the same old thing shit on TV? She thought to herself, thinking that watching the whole day long is worth it for her.
After some yawn, she immediately stood up from the swivel-chair, stretched a little bit on her body, before heading toward the bed for a 'good night' sleep, after she began to feel the drunkenness in her body after drinking two whole beer bottles while enjoying the NFL game on the flat-screen TV.
But as she was going to completely collapse her tired body to her bed, she heard some strange noise outside of her room, which managed to alert her completely; even her body was slowly consumed with drowsiness itself.
Who is that? Her thought raced immediately inside of her mind as she quickly turned her back, and grabbed the Colt pistol in the desk with her right-hand that was covered with an army-style fingerless glove.
An intruder, maybe? She thought a little bit as she quietly raced to the door of her room, slowly opening it a little bit, and quickly peeked at the corner with her eyes; overlooking the door of a room that was placed at the end of the hallway of the house that she lived.
From there; she slowly came out from her room, while carrying the Colt pistol in her right hand, heading at the very same door for which she could hear some faint voices coming from that room. Voices that she believed was more human than an animal trespassing in her own home.
She slowly walked herself towards that door of the hallway that was filled with darkness that surrounded her, but she could barely see the path amid darkness towards the white-painted door that she was heading.
She swallowed her throat, and her heart slowly beating fast as she slowly makes her way towards the place that was emanating with mysterious voices coming from that room that was designated as a mere storage room of this house. She was slowly becoming nervous, anxious as she slowly approached the door; but she managed to keep those worrisome things in check and stayed calm, even the scariest things that could pop-out in front of her eyes.
I was a grown-up person now, she thought to herself. I am not a scaredy-cat anymore, especially when there's a single spider in my house.
Seconds later, she immediately stopped her movement just a couple of meters away from her, and the door of the storage room itself. From there, the mysterious voices coming from that storage room have greatly increased, and she began to fidget herself as she slowly raised her Colt pistol with her hands, aiming at the white door.
"Identify yourself!" She shouted these words towards the presumably 'intruder' inside of the storage room.
There was no response coming from that room, and its mysterious sounds emanating from that very room suddenly became silent.
"Come out of the room, right now!" She shouted again towards the door itself.
And again, there was no response from that room itself.
She began to hesitate as both of her hands that were holding her Colt pistol began to shake themselves in fear as she was continually aiming it towards the door. She knew that the intruders in that room are armed and dangerous, she would get killed at any moment if she didn't act fast to her part.
But she knew that kind of thing when handling the very serious situation in her hands. She knew because she was given that kind of thing from the superior who trained her very well.
I was trained for it, I shouldn't be hesitant at all, even these kinds of things that I faced every day. I will do it. I will do it...
She immediately closed her eyes, pulled the firing pin of her Colt pistol, and simply placed her trigger-finger, then gently pressing it...
A couple of minutes ago, inside of the very same storage room that filled with boxes of varying sizes and some house furniture that wasn't very stylish to place in every part of this very same house.
"Ouch...my head hurts," Lincoln Loud said to himself as he stood up from the wooden floor after a spectacular landing from a 'trip' that he brought Lisa Loud with it.
Lisa also stood up as well with her glasses in her hand that she immediately wore on her face. "Well...I have never thought that my Temporal Machine would do that to us. Arriving with our feet in the air, before landing face-down to the wooden floor."
"Yeah, me too," Lincoln replied to her as he began to look around to his surroundings from which he and Lisa landed thanks to the latter's Temporal Machine that was placed in their bags that they carried in during their 'trip'.
As Lincoln is surveying the storage room back and forth, Lisa immediately removed the bag from her back and placed it on the floor where she unzipped it and took out a 'data-pad' (a modified Samsung Galaxy phone) from the bag itself.
"Well, according to the report and some calculations in the 'datapad' of our Temporal Machines," Lisa said to him while looking at the 'datapad' on her palm, with some surprising reaction on her face. "That we...we...we managed to miss our landing point to the date of 'September 23, 1939'; instead, we have landed in the date of *ehem* 'July 4, 1965'..."
"You meant that we've landed at the wrong time, and now we are lost in the past?"
Lisa shook her head. "Technically, we arrived at the wrong time. But...officially, Lincoln, we've arrived on the same place and same house just like what the 'datapad' told me."
"Same place?" Lincoln was confused for the moment.
"What I meant, Lincoln is that we've arrived in the same room as yours..."
"My room?"
Lisa nodded in response.
"Well, if we landed in my same room just like before, then...why there are so many boxes and some trinkets in this room? And it was also dark in here too!"
Lisa tried to respond to him but, just like him, she was also confused to the fact that the Lincoln's room have drastically changed ever since they've made that trip through time.
"Maybe we have suffered the effects on what the scientists called the 'Butterfly Effect'? Or maybe..." Lisa whispered to herself as she began to having deep thought inside of mind while standing there, looking at Lincoln still surveying his supposed that turned into an unglorified storage room of some mysterious owner of this house that was solely owned by their family before the fateful 'trip' to the past...
Until seconds later, Lisa managed to find an acceptable answer, and she quickly called Lincoln for it.
"What is it, Lisa?"
"Well Lincoln, I've finally got a clue for this situation in our hands!"
"What is it then, Lisa? 'Cause I began to feel that we were finally lost in time on this strange place that we've landed on-"
And when their conversation has just begun, they suddenly heard a loud voice coming from the other side of the room. "Identify yourself!"
These words quickly made both of them shiver and hugged each other for a while. Both of them couldn't talk to each other as they heard another loud voice, a voice of a female, that rang through their ears.
"Come out of the room, right now!"
"Jesus Christ, Lisa, I'm scared..." Lincoln whispered to her. His body was slightly shaking at the moment in fear.
"I couldn't expect the homeowner would kill us all if they stepped into the room," Lisa whispered to him back to which Lincoln nodded in response.
"What are you saying a while ago, Lisa?"
"Well, if the calculations of my 'datapad' of our machines and some extrapolation to it...I believe that, since we've begun our trip in your room, Linc; this means that the machine itself has managed to calculate the landing point itself, by using factoring the coordinates from which...well, the machine was us-"
Then gunfire was heard in their ears and over their heads; they quickly ducked to the floor as the .45 bullet smashed the door before flying towards the window of the storage room itself.
Then gunfire was heard in their ears and over their heads; they quickly ducked to the floor as the .45 bullet smashed through the door before it flies towards the window of the storage room itself.
At this point; Lincoln was becoming more frightened and afraid that his life would like that. His body shivered harder than Lisa was, and his heart is beating faster than he could have in a normal situation like this.
What are we going to do? Lincoln thought to himself
He immediately turned his head and looked at Lisa beside him; whom she was ducked on the floor just like he was.
Phew. She was safe, he thought. But she was far calmer than I was.
"What are we going to do, Lincoln?" Lisa whispered to him again.
Lincoln said nothing back to her. For his mind and his body have completely overwhelmed with fears of getting themselves killed.
I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die...
"Come out of the room, I don't want to get yourself killed...just come out, weapons out, peacefully..."
"Should we go out now of this room now, Lisa?" Lincoln whispered to her.
"Maybe..." Lincoln answered her, with hesitation on his part. "Maybe this will end the homeowner's worries of getting their home robbed...and our worries of getting ourselves killed. It's a win-win situation..."
"Can you do it, Linc?" Lisa remarked. "Can you answer them at the other side of the door?"
Lincoln swallowed his throat for a moment as his mind and body were completely frozen from fear as he continues to duck on the floor. His mind was now out of options of ending this tense situation peacefully, and the only way to end this was simply, get themselves out, for which neither Lincoln nor Lisa has a hard time deciding.
We are going to end this. We'll gonna come out of this room, and show ourselves. And maybe...the homeowner won't shoot us dead...
"This is your final warning!" The voice from the other side of the door gave an ominous warning to them. Lincoln could barely hear the homeowner pulling the firing pin down, readied to fire another round at them. This is it. This is my endgame.
And with the little chance that he had in his hands, he decides that it is time to act fast on this situation that is slowly collapsing to a mere bloodbath.
"Get out of the room, identify yourself-"
"OKAY! OKAY! WE'RE GOING OUT OF THIS ROOM!" Lincoln shouted these words that he can with his breath. "Please, don't shoot us. We're not burglars. But please, don't shoot us..."
Then the voice on the other side of the room suddenly fell quiet.
Seconds later, there was a response, "are you sure you're getting out of the room?"
"Yeah," Lincoln loudly replied to the voice on the other side of the room. "We will go out of this room in peace. Just-just don't shoot us..."
"What are you doing?" Lisa scolded him.
Lincoln slowly stood up with his feet and he looked at her with a comforting reply, "we had no choice, Lisa. This is the only way..."
He then simply heads out to the door, with a soothing reply to the nervous, pistol-armed homeowner: "I will gonna open this door. We have no weapons in our hands. Please, don't shoot us, we're not some criminals trespassing in your home..."
And as he was nearing the door, Lincoln swallowed his throat, sighed for a moment before he immediately placed his right hand into the doorknob and squeezed it open, where he immediately saw the face of a middle-aged woman standing a little bit far from the door itself, aiming with a Colt .45 to his head.
To Lincoln, he didn't recognize the face the middle-aged woman was as he sees her slowly stepping away from him, thinking that he, or Lisa, was armed behind the back.
Lincoln slowly raised his arms in the air and swallowed his throat again, and with his thoughts continued to swirl around his mind. This is it. This is the endgame now. There's no turning back. It's do or die now...
That is, until he immediately saw something in her ears.
The earrings. Lincoln thought himself The same fucking earrings!
Then he realized who the person, with a pistol in her hands, was.
It can't be this thing. It can't be...
Suddenly, with the nerves silently pushing in the back of his mind, spoke up to her.
"Please don't shoot us, madam. But we are finding one of my sisters, who were lost in the disappearance of Japan 4 months ago in the future. And her name is Leni Loud."
