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Here's Chapter 3
The next morning, I woke up buried in pillows. What a night! I looked at the clock beside the TV. 11:23. I never really slept that late. I was up and training by seven. I slept in my black muscle shirt and boxers, so I threw on my pants and boots and left the room. In the living room, Jewl was asleep on the couch with a lit cigarette in his mouth. That's not really safe. I slowly stepped towards him so that I wouldn't wake him. I leaned in to take the cigarette out, but Jewl woke up and brought out a hunter's gun and pointed it at my face! "What are you doing?!" He asked.
"Whoa! Whoa!" was all I manage to shout.
"What's going on?!" Jill came out in a tank top and little shorts.
"Nothing!" I shouted.
Jewl put his cigarette into a cup of water and grabbed a new one from his back pocket. "I'm going to go fix the machine." He put the hunters gun behind the couch and got off of the couch. "Are you coming?"
"Sure. Why not?"
Jewl didn't do much talking. In fact, the time machine wasn't in the same spot as before. "Where's the machine?" I asked him.
"In my garage." That was all he said. He could've been more specific!
"Where is that?"
"Quiet. Don't talk here." What did he mean by that? "The many walls have ears." We walked down the neighborhood with nothing much to say. Then, Jewl started drastically looking through his pockets. "Where is it? Where is it?" I just stared as he searched frantically. I've never seen him look so worried. What is he looking for.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"My lighter. I need my lighter." He took off his shoes and searched in there and then he searched in his scarf/bandana whatever it is but had no luck. "We walked all this way and I don't have my lighter."
"It's okay. You don't need it." He gave me a stern look, so I didn't say anything.
"Oh, forget it." He got on the ground and picked up two stones. Is he kidding me? Yep. Jewl started scratching the stones together with his cigarette underneath it. Rapidly, he continued to scratch, scratch, scratch away until a little spark came out. He blew on the cigarette until an official light was made. "Yes! I knew I could survive in he woods!" He gave a mighty puff in his cigarette and we continued to walk.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"What? If I need it, I need it."
"Um, okay." We continued to walk until we stopped at a storage lot. It looked like a regular storage lot but this one stank really bad! The reason: a lot of smelly hobos. "Oh man!"
"Don't mind the smell. You'll get used to it after a good five minutes." Jewl opened the gate by kicking it open and we fully entered the lot. Down the lot, we came to a scroll door that had "THE GARAGE" spray painted on it. Jewl opened it up and the time machine was inside.
"How did you get it here?" I asked him.
"Never mind that." Jewl popped the hood open and coughed into his sleeve again, but this time, it sounded harsher. I was only watching to see if he would regain strength and stop, but kept coughing harshly into his sleeve.
"Hey, Buddy, are you okay?" He didn't answer me. His right hand was clinched into a fist behind his left ear. His left hand was grabbing onto the hood of my machine for dear life. His face was getting red and full of sweat. It was something an android would never do. A couple of tears came down his eyes. Another thing an android wouldn't do. Jewl slowly and with every cough went down. He was coughing onto his knees. That's when I came in. I took his left hand off of the hood and he gripped my hand pretty hard. Then, I started patting his back. I don't know if that'll work but it was a start. "Jewl, say something, please. Say something!" Jewl kept coughing. "Jewl."
"I'm fine." He said after taking a deep breath. He coughed a little more then stopped. Jewl took a few deep breaths and put the cigarette in his mouth.
"Jewl, I think that smoking is killing you. You need to stop."
"Stop what?" He rolled up his sleeves and started examining the many gears and tubes and pipes and everything else.
"You know what I mean. Jewl, you have to stop smoking." He took a rag out of his back pocket and wiped his forehead. "Did you hear me?"
"Yes, I heard you."
"Well...?"
"I can't."
"You can't what?"
"I can't stop. I tried." He took out a screwdriver and started screwing or unscrewing things.
"What do you mean?"
"I tried to quit. I couldn't. Are you calling me weak?"
"What? What makes you say that?"
"Because of all the things I can't do, I can't even quit."
"No, you're not weak. It's really hard to quit smoking. It's normal. But if you keep it up, it won't do you any good."
"I told you. I tried. It was hard, but I tried. Now, I'm back in the beginning. Just how I started."
"What happened?"
"I stopped cold turkey. Eventually, I started having these weird twitches, I got all jittery, and I couldn't focus. I was sent to rehab which killed me on the inside. Then, next thing I knew, I quit that and began closet smoking. Then, I quit that and began...not closet smoking."
"Oh, come on. I bet a tough guy like you can over come it."
"I said I tried. What more do you want?"
"I want results. Your sister is afraid you're going to die before she does. You have to stop."
"I said I tried!" I wanted to yell something else, but he started coughing again.
"Fine. If you won't try again, I won't stop you."
"Good." Jewl continued to work on my time machine as there was only silence. "How was hanging out with Jill?" He asked after not too long of silence.
"Good." I said. "It was good. We talked and listened to music." Then we kissed.
"I think she likes you."
"What makes you say that?" As if I didn't know!
"Well, she brought you here."
"That was probably out of a nice gesture."
"Maybe, but she still brought you here. My friend, Screech, came out of nowhere. He needed a place to say and Jill just said 'Good luck with that,' turned around, and left. He ended up going to a hotel, but the point is, our house is never really offered to people. Especially those who come out of nowhere like you did."
"Well, maybe."
"Why did you come here?" He didn't ask this like Jill. His question just came out of nowhere while hers...came from somewhere.
"Well, it's kind of complicated." I answered.
"Complicated? Like how? Is it a secret?"
"Well...I guess."
"Is it a top secret mission?" He asked more sarcastically than seriously.
"Not really. It involves bad people. Two-thirds of our human race are dead."
"You don't say. Do you know if I'm there?"
"Oh, you're there. You and your sister." De ja vou!
"That's good. How far from the future are you?"
"I'd say about twenty years."
"Whoa! I'd be ancient! Thirty-eight!" I laughed until I found out that he was serious.
"Well, thirty-eight isn't that old."
"Dude, I'll be old enough to be my own father! I'll be old enough to be a father! And then I'll be called 'Old Man' and I won't be cool! I'll be like that old guy on the corner who keeps yelling at us. Do you know me in the future?"
"Yes."
"Will I be like that?"
"You don't even change."
"I don't? I'm going to stay like this?" He sounded hurt. Why did he sound hurt? Another something an android doesn't go through.
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind, man." Jewl took out some part that looked pretty important and began to spit shine it.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm cleaning this thing. What I learned in auto shop class is that you have to keep your parts clean, and this looked really dirty." He was cleaning it with his sweat rag. Jewl put the piece of something back into the machine and into its proper place. "Now, are you and Jill going out again tonight?"
"I don't think so." I told him.
"Why? You guys are a good couple." He laughed.
"Yeah right!" I laughed. "So, how much longer until you're done?"
"I don't even know what the problem is. It could be days even weeks, but I'll fix it because you're my friend."
What did he just say?! "I'm your friend?" How friendly would I be if I destroy him in the next amount of years? This mission did not call for me making friends with these androids.
"Yeah. Why wouldn't you be? You're actually are concerned about me and you trust me and actually believe that I can fix your foreign machine. You're a better friend than a bunch of my other friends who just like me because they think that I'm going to kill them."
"Well, I know you. From this past day, I know you wouldn't kill someone for no reason." He wouldn't as Jewl but he would as Android 17.
"Thanks, man."
"Have you ever killed anyone?"
"Yeah, but they died in another state."
"Did you kill anyone here?"
Jewl took another puff of his cigarette. "Well, yeah. This one guy. I didn't want to kill him, but I had to." It was kind of weird that coming out of his mouth. Jewl didn't want to kill but Android 17 lives to kill. "He used to be my friend. He betrayed me and my sister. I had to."
"Okay, it's alright. If it was for self-defense..."
"It wasn't for self-defense. It was out of hatred."
"Oh, Jewl. That's not the way to go."
"I know! But if I let him live, he would've done it again!" Now, he was yelling. I didn't know how to respond. "He would've done it again, and again, and again, AND AGAIN!! He said he enjoyed it. He even said it himself. He would've. I can't and couldn't have let him do that!"
"What did he do?"
"His name was Z and he used to go out with Jill. Z stole Blaster Jr. from me and threatened to kill her because she wouldn't go all the way with her. I didn't like it when he stole my gun and threatened to kill my sister. I managed to get Blaster Jr. back then he told me if he couldn't do it this time, he would try again. Then, I killed him in the back alley by the movie theater." I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. Jewl coughed a few times and spat on the floor. "How much longer?" He asked me in a calm tone. "How much longer will I be this way? How much longer will I have to go through this?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're from the future. I had to have changed somehow."
"I can't tell you that. The future will be altered."
"Right. That's what they all say. You and those who come from the future. I just want to know. How much longer am I going to live like this?" I looked at him in the eyes which were the same color as Jill's. Just by looking at him in his eyes, I knew that he wants out.
There's Chapter 3! Please give me nice reviews!
