A/N: Well, I was gonna post this, but then I had to go to bed, so... yeah. Then I couldn't get on yesterday, my parents forced me to go shopping :p
CHAPTER TWO
New York, 2004
Luke stood on the belcony, looking out over the lights of Manhatten. New York... it really was a wonderful city. Too bad... too bad. Too bad he'd gotten into this mess. Too bad he wanted out. Too bad there was only one way to do that.
He took off his leather jacket and left it on the chair. Now all he wore was a plain black t-shirt and some jeans; a cold breeze blew by, and he shivered. But it wasn't as if he were going to be cold for much longer. He then took the object out of his pocket. He had no clue where Rodger had managed to get it, but... it would do the job. The tiny bomb was ticking in his fingers. His hand hovered above it. If he set it... he would have two minutes before he- and his balcony- would be destroyed.
Taking a deep breath, he reached down and set it.
"Luke!" cried a voice. "Luke Foster!"
He turned to see a man walking from the building behind him. The man extended a hand. "There's no need for you to do this, Luke."
"Wha-?" Luke asked in confusion. "Who are you?"
"I'm a friend," the man insisted. "I can... I can take you away from this mess. To a place where no-one knows you exist. You will be safe... No-one can find you there, Luke."
"Honest?" Luke asked, his voice catching in his throat. This was what he wanted... To be free.
"Honest, Luke," the man said. "Now, please... take my hand. We only have thirty seconds before we're blown to smithereens."
Luka stared at the hand. He lifted the hand not containing the tiny bomb, but made no effort to grab the pale skin.
"Please, Luke," the man said calmly. "Quickly now; we only have fifteen seconds left... ten, now... five..."
Luke could hear the countdown in his head now. Four... three... two... He reached out and held the hand tightly.
One.
A loud bang, a sensation like falling... then nothing.
A/N: Oh, I forgot the disclaimer! TimeRiders doesn't belong to me!