4
The class passed by uneventfully, with a few short glances back towards me. These kids were obviously not used to two of the same guy being in the same room, and frankly, I'm not totally cool with it either, considering that it's ME! I had already finished the day's work. Three years ago. Don't ask me how.
My iPod's headphones were stuck in my ears. I was listening to some good old Guns N' Roses, and I was buried in a good book that I could totally relate to, when the bell rang, signalling the end of the day. I remembered what Mr. 'Straight' had said though, so I remained in my seat.
"You need to get out of this town, now," he said after everyone else had left, and he had locked the door.
5
Okay, that's not what he actually said. In fact, he said just about everything but. And I didn't like what I heard.
"As you may have already guessed, I am not Harold Straight," he said. At least he was smart enough to come clean. "My real name is Timothy Line, born in February of nineteen ninety one. People who work with me often call me Timeline, which is actually rather fitting for you see, I have mastered the science of time travel. I know why you've always been a loner, and I know every last secret of your childhood, and your body, for one simple reason: I am you."
I was beginning to question him. "If you're me, then how come we don't share names?"
"I work for a company you may or may not know. A company named Itexicon." A sudden chill ran down my spine. I had heard that name before. They were the kind of company who had their fingers in everything from drugs, to computers. Anyone who's played the Resident Evil games, think Umbrella.
"Itex has been performing genetic experiments for over one hundred years." This is when I began to notice something creepy. I knew every last word he said, before he said it. It was like I was reading his mind, or something. I continued to listen anyway.
"You might have heard about this: Itex had a plan to reduce the world's population to almost nothing. In the hell that I came from, they succeeded. In a year's time, the original operation in Germany will be foiled by the efforts of the country's youth and the work of six kids in particular." I felt a sudden chill. I knew what he was saying. "However, the teenagers of this country are naïve: They will ignore the calls to battle put out by one of the kids online, and Itex will live."
"So that's why you came back? To raise our awareness?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. He returned to make a hero.