Hiya, I decided to carry on no matter how many reviewer I get, I like this story. A big thanks to all the people who reviewed, you're the best!
Just to let you know I don't own any of the Darkest Powers Characters apart from Crazy Dave and Jasper O'Neil. The good news is I own the plot. Oh and I might have taken an idea from the Terminator.
Hope you enjoy!
Five years into the past and I land right in the middle of a road, without any clothes on what so ever. Going through a portal is really inconvenient seeing as you can't bring anything with you, which includes: clothes, money and weapons which I am most defiantly going to need. A car swerves to avoid me and the driver leans out his window to shout and flip me off. I run to the woods at the end of the road so I can't be seen by anybody else. I haven't been here five minutes and I already look like a crazy woman who's just escaped from the asylum.
This is going terribly wrong, Tori, Simon and Derek weren't supposed to die. No, they were supposed to be here with me. Hopefully if I succeed in this then they won't be dead and I wouldn't have to be here in the first place. I think. Time travel is so confusing. But for now I desperately need clothes, I'm freezing. And to my luck it looks like there are a couple of campers nearby. I walk straight up to them, not even caring that I have to clothes on.
"Whoa, Bill check this out," one of the campers nudges the other. His eyes bulge at the sight of me. Not really in the mood for conversation with the campers I think the only way to get the clothes is by force. Two fully grown men against one naked woman, hmm I can do this. I hope. Maybe playing the crazy card is the best way to go about this. They're sitting for dinner, if I can just get one of they're knifes...
"You okay there?" The second camper asks. "Need some help?"
Still going for the crazy card I sink to my knees and pretend to cry. The two campers get to their feet, startled, and move cautiously towards me.
"Um, Miss. Miss?" The first camper walks closer. Taking advantage of the opportunity I swing my legs from under me and trip him over. Before he can get back up and before his friend even know what's happening, I jump up and knock him out. Now it's just one against me. Easy. The knife's now closer to me but not close enough to just pick up. I make a dive towards it, which I instantly regret. I now have a long scratch going down my stomach. Ignoring the pain I get back up and point the knife at the camper called Bill.
"Sorry about this," I say. "As you can see, I'm armed so please do as I say. Now do me a favour and pick up your friend and... take his clothes, please, and throw them over here."
Still in a daze he takes off the jacket, top, boots and pants and throws them over to me. I pick up the clothes with the knife still pointed it at the camper. "I really am sorry about this. Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?" I gave a nervous laugh. "I don't usually do this—and do me another favour and don't tell anyone about this. Actually, I'm gonna have to knock you out. Can't have you following me you see. I really am sorry," and with that I brought the hilt of the knife down on his head. He went out like a light. I grabbed the clothes and put them on. They were all too big for me but beggars can't be choosers. I go through their pockets looking for wallets but they're empty. I tried to drag them around the fire to make it look like they fell asleep but gave up when I realised it's too obvious they've been robbed.
The scratch on my stomach is really starting to sting. I look down and realise there's blood on my—the campers shirt. I need to find a safe place to hide and place to get money. Hopefully I landed in Buffalo so I'll know my way around. No one will recognise me seeing as I'm five years older than my fifteen year old self and, if our calculations are correct, I should have dyed my hair black by now. In fact the past me, Derek, Simon and Tori should either be on their way to Andrews or be at the safe house by now. If I really have to then I'm gonna have to go to the old safe house but I'll really rather not, I don't even know how they'll react if they see me. Or how I'll react if I see them.
I walk to the edge of the woods and see that I am in Buffalo, not far from Aunt Laurens' old house. That's perfect. I'll break in, take some clothes and Aunt Lauren always had emergency cash lying around. And seeing as she's a doctor she'll also have a med kit for my scratch. I just hope she's not home.
After about half an hour's walk I make it to Aunt Laurens' house. I used to spend most of my time here with Aunt Lauren, when everything was normal, when I was a normal fifteen year old. But now I'm a twenty year old necromancer slash time traveller. My family is dead—Derek is dead— and I'm all on my own. Walking up the steps to the house, which used to be so familiar to me, a sense of dread dawned on me. What if I can't do this? I don't have Derek's strength or Tori and Simons power. Yes, I have changed a lot in the past five years, I can defend myself now, not afraid to pick up a weapon anymore and I'm defiantly not sweet little Chloe anymore. But what if this isn't enough? Well I suppose I have to make the most of what I have. If I keep a low profile maybe I won't have any trouble. But just in case I'll have to make a detour to Crazy Dave. Crazy Dave has been a lot of help to us over the years, he's an ex-Edison Group employee, not in the resistance but keeps an eye on them all the same; he has a range of weapons which will come in handy and he lost his marbles about ten years ago.
I was prepared to break in but then remembered that Aunt Lauren kept a key under the doormat. Entering the house was like entering a dream. I never thought I'd see this place again. I close the door behind me but don't turn any lights on. I make my way upstairs to the bathroom so I can clean my scratch. There are no windows in the bathroom so I can turn the lights on. I snatch the first aid kit that's always on the side of the bath. I disinfect it first; it's not deep enough for stitches so that good. A simple bandage will suffice. I start for my old room but realise that my old clothes definitely won't fit me anymore. I'll have to take some of Aunt Laurens clothes.
Her room is exactly how I remember it. Smells just like her old perfume. I know I really shouldn't be seen but a part of me hopes that Aunt Lauren would walk through the door. I haven't seen Aunt Lauren and Kit in months. The Edison Group found out where we were hiding one time and we got separated. We know they're okay though but I still wish I could see them.
I think dark clothes will be better. Looking in her wardrobe I see that she has black jeans, a grey top and a black jacket with three quarter length sleeves. Aunt Lauren didn't have many dark clothes, I suppose that's because she's such a bright person.
Now for the money. I go into the kitchen and open the cutlery draw, take out the tray that hold the knives and forks and underneath are two big wads of cash, about five hundred dollars in each. These will definitely do.
Clothes, check. Bandages, check. Money, check. Weapons, no. Crazy Dave's it is then. He should just live on the outskirts of town. I could walk but that would take forever. Steal a car, too risky. Looks like I'm taking a cab.
An hour in a cab is so uncomfortable but eventually I got there. Dave's house never changes, stays the same shabby way. His house is small on the outside but in the inside... well you'll be surprised. On the outside the house is beat up and run down, the windows are boarded up, the steps are unstable and his door is so old that if you touch it you're guaranteed to get a splinter. Walking up to the door the steps creaked. I knocked on the door and a few seconds later it opened a crack and a beady eye peered through it.
"What? What do you want? Whatever you're selling, I ain't buying," before he could close it a put my foot between the door.
"Please, I need your help. It's important." He eyed me up and down.
"Who do you work for? The government? The secret service?"
"No, but I know who you used to work for, the Edison Group. Am I right?" He tried to close the door again but I wouldn't move my foot. "Listen to me Dave. I know you used to work for the Edison Group, I know you keep an eye on them and I know you're working on a science experiment, an experiment that can make a person move from one time to another. It will work and I go through it. I need your help. Please?"
He eyed me for a moment then gave a small nod. I moved my foot and he closed the door. From the other side of the door I could hear the clicks and clanks of chains being unbolted. He opened the door wider now, so I could see him in full. He had tangled messy hair that sticks up any which way, he was so tall he towered over me and wide blue eyes that when he looks at you it makes you think he's x-raying you.
"Come in then. Don't just stand there. You never know who's out there, you know? Don't touch any of my things, they're mine." He led me into his cramped study. I don't know whether to sit or stand; the place is covered in books, sketches and scrap metal. "Well sit down, sit down," I decided to sit on the arm of a chair. "Not there," I moved. "Not there either."
"Shall I just stand?"
"Yes, I don't want you to mess up my things." Like they aren't already messy. "Now, you say you went through my portal? You're all intact? No lost limbs?" He asked cocking his head to one side.
"No, but—"
"Good, good, this is good. Didn't suffer any head injuries? Fell nauseated? Head ache?"
"No, I went through and landed in the middle of a road. When you go through you can bring anything with you which includes clothes—you might want to work on that detail."
He grabbed a piece of paper off, what looks like a coffee table, I can't tell because it's covered in clutter, and starts to scribble. "Can't-bring-any-thing-with-you. So you know me from the future? How far back have you gone?"
"Five years. Now will you please help me out? I need a weapon, a simple gun will do and I need the memory eraser."
"The memory eraser? Why on Earth would you need that? It's dangerous. You could do some harm with that."
"In the future there's this man—maybe you've heard of him, Jasper O'Neil?"
"O'Neil?" He scoffed. "Who hasn't heard of him? He's a filthy blood traitor. Turned against his own kind. Not a supernatural in the country that wouldn't want to kill him," he eyed her again. "I guess you're gonna try and kill him before he gets too powerful?"
"As much as I'd like to kill him, I won't. I'm just gonna erase his memory of everything. From what I've heard, having your memory erased is quite painful."
"True, true it is," he said rubbing his prickly chin. "It could cause permanent brain damage."
"Well I guess that's the price the poor sod has to pay for all the pain he's caused and all the pain he's gonna cause."
"You may look like an angel but you have a mouth on you. Watch your words," he gave a stern look.
"Umm, sorry?"
"Quite alright. So do you know where O'Neil is? Know how you're gonna get to him? Have enough power for that? O'Neil is a powerful supernatural, can't get to him all on your little lonesome, can you?"
"No I don't know where O'Neil is, I was hoping you did. I had a plan but the plan's going wrong. It's not all about power and I am gonna have to do this on my own. My—my friends didn't make it to the portal. O'Neil's men killed them."
" 'O'Neil's men'. So I'm guessing he does become powerful."
"Yeah, he takes over from Davidoff. Makes Davidoff look like a child compared to him."
"What happens to Davidoff—wait don't tell me. I don't want to know," he puts his hands over his ears and starts to sing twinkle twinkle little star.
"Dave! Dave!" I walk over to him and wrench his hands away. "Shut up! I wasn't going to tell you anyway. I know you can't tell people of the past about the future."
"But it's okay to Change the future?" He lifts an eyebrow.
"This is different. If I don't stop O'Neil now, that's it, game over, the Edison Group win."
"My dear as long as there are supernatural's in the world the Edison Group will never win."
"O'Neil kills my family. To me they win. Can you just give me a couple of guns and the memory eraser? I want to get this over with."
He sighs. "I suppose. I'm guessing I won't get the eraser back? Thought not," he says without waiting for an answer. "Come on then let's see what I have.
He leads me from the room, to his basement, which is bigger that than the study. He turns on a light and the room is flooded with fluorescent light. The walls are boarded with cases of weapons of all sizes and in the middle a big table, which lights up with the fluorescent lights above, covered in blue prints. At the far back of the room is a glass case with a circular piece of metal with a red circle in the middle. The memory eraser.
"Hmm, which weapon will be best for you?" He said with his back to her, eyeing the guns on the wall.
"Any, just any."
"Hmm, something small me thinks. How about a couple of forty calibre glocks? Yes that should do you," Reaches into his top and retrieves a key on a string around his neck. He unlocks the cabinet and takes out the pistols and lays them on the table. "Yes, yes that will do. Now you want my memory eraser? Be very careful with it. One of a kind. If I won't be getting it back I might as well start on another," He walks over to the glass case on the pedestal, takes another string from around his neck and inserts it a metal slot on the pedestal. With a sound like air being released from an air tight container the case lifted off the pedestal. Dave picks up the circular piece of metal and presses the red circle in the middle and it splits in half. "You place these two pieces on either side of the head, they should connect to the head instantly. Press the red button and he should lose his memory," he puts them back together and hands it to me.
I take it and put in my jeans pocket, not having a better place. Pick up the glocks and put them in the waist band of my jeans and pull my jacket over to cover them. I remember I always thought that was stupid and thought that you could easily blow your but off but if you have no better place... "Do you know where O'Neil is?"
"Me? Oh no but some guy called Andrew - can't remember his name- might. Used to be friends with Kit Bae."
"You're joking?"
"No, why would I be?" He frowned
"Well it looks like I'll be meeting the young me very soon."
And that's the first chapter, I hope you enjoyed it! As you can see Chloe is not the same from the books, she's older, wiser and can defend her self. This chapter was mostly Chloe's internal babble, it will get better soon! By the way I don't know I thing about guns, so sorry if that didn't make sense. Just to let you know I'm from England and I might have added a few english slang, I'll try not to. So please tell me what you thought, good, bad, great, rubbish? I wanna know. Oh and if you have ideas I'm happy to hear em. Thanks again and I'll update when I can! :D
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