A/ N: Once again I have another chapter for this story. If you're wondering when it's going to start to involve Outsiders and That Was Then this is where the plot thickens. Thanks for the reviews guys they were awesome!
When Was This?
Chapter 2Running… I was running now… But from what? I can get away with anything… Why was I running?
A police car passed by, its strident siren piercing the cold morning air, and I suddenly remembered.
I was running back then, too. How I broke out of the state prison this time when all other times had failed was beyond me. But the adrenaline, the rush of success, coursed through my veins and I didn't bother to ask questions.
Where would I run to? All the family I had was dead to me now, all in that one night three years ago. It only I could begin again, I thought. Suddenly, I remembered the one time when they penned me in with that whacko explorer from New Jersey.
That guy kept talking about useless artifacts that had been confiscated when he was arrested. A dial that turned back a person's age, a pocket watch that stopped time, and a blue stone that could control the time space continuum had all been confiscated and were now at the museum.
Something in my mind told me the museum was my destination. When I arrived, the museum was closed. It was a tall two-story building, and wide too. Columns running along the building held up the roof and a long flight of stairs was the only way to the entrance. It looked like one of those Aztec temples we used to study about in World History.
After climbing the steps for what seemed like hours, I arrived at a set of glass doors. I looked around and found a stone trash can nearby. I picked it up and bashed it once against the glass. The glass cracked so I hit it again. The glass gave way and I reached my hand in and opened the door from the inside.
I looked around for a few minutes. Fascinating stuff, I tell ya. You should look around in a museum sometime, too. That's when I saw it. A shimmering blue stone in another glass case. I walked up to it and punched the glass. Nothing. I tried it again. This time a crack appeared in the glass. I slammed my fist into the glass case one more time and it shattered. My fist was bleeding like crazy, but nevertheless, I grabbed the blue stone and felt my body being hurled through the air.
I felt as if my body was bleeding pulled by a speeding train and when it finally stopped, I threw up for God knows how long.
I found myself on the lawn of a quiet house. From the windows, I could tell a lone woman was sitting, writing in a dimly lit room. There was a red van. Only it was smaller than usual…almost like some kind of minivan. I needed a ride badly so I walked up to the car, hoping I remembered how to hotwire vehicles. My hands seemed to work on their own, magically bringing the car to humming life.
The next thing I know, the woman came out in a blue bathrobe.
"You! What are you doing?"
"Sorry ma'am, I need the ride," I called back. "Who are you again?"
"I'm...," she replied.
The rest is all a blur. I left the car behind and now I'm running.
A/N: Once again, thanks for the reviews guys! I really appreciate them! The next chapter should be out tommorow, unless I become physically impared! Please stay with me!