i see u have released ure self from the restraints of the real world and i welcome u to the machinist family
and nice work bro lol u know i love ure work
Aye mate, you may enjoy my stuff but a way with words, I have not.
"I've told you before and I'll yell it at you again! I WANT HIM BACK NOW!"
"Yes sir!"
"Sir!"
"What is it operative!"
"Sir, someone else is in here..."
"What?!"
I woke up. Something I seemed to be doing a lot lately. "Ugh, my head."
"Well after that be glad it's only your head.", someone said.
I looked around, no one was in the room. So I tried sitting up only to find myself bound to a concreat slab. I looked around the room. Damp, dirty, looked like a tourture chamber.... Cells lined the walls, spikes where the doors and bars wern't. Chains hung from the ceiling. Maybe he was just into bondage. "Out of the frying pan and into the fire", I thought.
"Out of the frying pan and into the fire you might say, eh Timey?", the voice said.
"Must you people call me TimeMaker? I think you might have the wrong guy.", I said to this mysterious voice.
"No, it's you alright Timey.", it said, "I'd know you anywhere, we we're best friends after all."
"I think I'd know my best friend, and your not him."
"Him? Oh dear, he left the voice distorter on again..."
"I... you.... what?"
"I loved him", Anna said to the policemen, "Why would I kill him?"
She burst into tears, "We were getting married this weekend!"
She was sitting on her couch, in her apartment, talking to the police.
"Miss, I understand, but you need to tell us all you know." This pirticular policeman was not like the others. He has his hair slicked back, an ear piece and glasses. His suit looked freshly pressed. And eirrie machine like quality about him. She did not want to talk to this man about him. Not him, not ever.
"Are.. are you trying to pin this on me!", she said angerly, "Just get out! Get out now!"
And that's when they burst in, the last thing she remembered were gun shots.
"Who could have gotten in here?!"
"Her......"
Because I'm being to lazy to write right now, hows bout a teaser?
This may or may not end up in the story.
"Sir, he has ingaged in acts of terriorism! We've got live video feed in 3... 2... 1..."
The door on the wall opened up into the room. A woman walked in, she was about 5' 1'' and wearing a black catsuit. Her wood brown hair bouncing with her every step. I recognized her at once.
"Hey Timey." She said to me. I had never felt this happy to see her, despite our history.
"Get me out of here!" I asked, whineing as I said so.
"Chill a cycle Timey. I've got a few questions to ask you." Her face turned from a smile into the most serious face I had ever seen her make. Her whole body seemed to turn from a preppy light, into a serious, depressing dark.
"Have you seen my current problem?" I asked with just a small taste of sarcasm. "Well not ours... mine!"
It was as if the question had never left my lips. No, never formed in my mind was more likely. She never even hinted that I had said a word.
"So Timey, why did you take the bluepill?"
zomg! you should totally write me in! I could be like some random person you kill! or some guy chasing you! (good work btw it's a good read, I can't write a good story for the life of me!)
"Huh?" I didn't remember taking any pills... That one man tried to offer me a red pill... but not a blue one. "I haven't taken any pills, although, pain killers would be really nice about now. So how about you get me off of this slab?"
"Don't be like that!" She whined, "Over a year ago you left us! You left Zion! And... And you worked for the Machines."
Machines? Zion? What was she talking about? Working for a machine?! UI wasn't capable of being intelligent enough to make us work for them. So that was out the rear end of a bull. Besides, you can't work for what can't think on its own. But what was this Zion?
"Well Timey, why'd you take it?" She asked again, with a hint of impatience in her voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I snapped back.
"Oh but you do, we worked together. You 'died' just before me. We were partners."
I died?
"Timey, Timey Timey... I spend over a year looking for your bluepill butt and I get this? Man! Well, it could be worse. Oh, I didn't just say that did I?"
The door slammed shut. The expression on her face changed from charming to a solemn "oh crap" kind of face. She'd been caught by something, and now she was going to go through hell to get out of its claws. A voice came over the loud speaker, a French Accent...
"Oh no, my dear, how could you? You thought I wouldn't know about your past? I left him unguarded for a reason, and yet you never thought it was to easy? Oh well, you've failed my test by trying to free him. Now I can't have a failing grade, so die." It was the Merovingian. She screamed lost of vulgar words... none of which he could hear. We were both thinking the same thing about now.
"This won't end well.
"Huh?" I didn't remember taking any pills... That one man tried to offer me a red pill... but not a blue one. "I haven't taken any pills, although, pain killers would be really nice about now. So how about you get me off of this slab?""Don't be like that!" She whined, "Over a year ago you left us! You left Zion! And... And you worked for the Machines."Machines? Zion? What was she talking about? Working for a machine?! UI wasn't capable of being intelligent enough to make us work for them. So that was out the rear end of a bull. Besides, you can't work for what can't think on its own. But what was this Zion?"Well Timey, why'd you take it?" She asked again, with a hint of impatience in her voice."I don't know what you're talking about." I snapped back."Oh but you do, we worked together. You 'died' just before me. We were partners."I died?"Timey, Timey Timey... I spend over a year looking for your bluepill butt and I get this? Man! Well, it could be worse. Oh, I didn't just say that did I?"The door slammed shut. The expression on her face changed from charming to a solemn "oh crap" kind of face. She'd been caught by something, and now she was going to go through hell to get out of its claws. A voice came over the loud speaker, a French Accent..."Oh no, my dear, how could you? You thought I wouldn't know about your past? I left him unguarded for a reason, and yet you never thought it was to easy? Oh well, you've failed my test by trying to free him. Now I can't have a failing grade, so die." It was the Merovingian. She screamed lost of vulgar words... none of which he could hear. We were both thinking the same thing about now."This won't end well. Oh, I can totally write Vince in, and I think I will....
lol Hlew, I don't think it that good.. but thanks....
And Vince... you'll die within the first 20 lines you're put in.
Edit: Friggian type-os
Anna sprang to her feet. Gunshots! That was all she remembered. She checked herslef to make sure she hadn't been hit. There wasn't a scratch on her body. Well, that's a good sign.she thought. She looked around. This wasn't her living room, or her apartment for that matter, she was somewhere else all togeather. The floor she had just gotten up from was white. So were the walls, and the ceiling for that matter. The whole room was white, and not a door in sight. What is with this white room, she thought, and where is the door? She was alone, stuck in a pure white room, if she didn't get out of there she would go crazy, And crazy people just arn't much fun. She walked over to a wall. Maybe there is a door somewhere that just blends in with the wall, she thought. She would find the door if it killed her.
She slumped onto the ground in defete. 3 hours of searching and not a hint of a door. She was going to go crazy in here. She may even die from lack of food. But that wasn't the first thing on her mind. If she couldn't find a door, she would make her own. Reaching for the pocket kinfe in her back pocket she began to wonder how she would cut herself out of the room, only to realise that the pocket knife wasn't there. She franticaly checked her otehr pockets. It has to be here! Somewhere! Another pocket maybe! She couldn't find it. It was hopeless. She began to lie down and give up when she heard a voice.
"You really want out of here don't you? It said. "Well, I can help you there..."
The floor began to rumble. A crack appeared in the middle of the floor. "Ah crap." she said, anger and fear clouding her voice. The crack began to widen "We've got to move!" She yelled. She began to run for the door. I moved to follow, only to find I was still held tight to the slab by those chains. "Help!" I screamed, and she turned around. She looked at me for a second like I was crazy. Then she realized I was sill tied down and she had never freed me. The crack was now more of a hole then a tiny sliver. She ran to the end of the room and turned around. Sprinting towards me she jumped the gap, but only narrowly, landing 3 feet to my right. She took out a key from her pocket and leaned over me to unlock the chains that held me. I could feel her shaking, her heard beating fast with fear and adrenalin. Her breath, warm on my face, was strangely comforting. A necklace fell out of her shirt while she was unlocking the chains. I recognized it. But I couldn't remember where from. She pulled me off the slab and back into reality, away from my train of thought. "Come on! Move it!" she yelled. The gap almost spanned the entire room now; objects that had moved to the walls began to fall into the seeming endless abyss. She cleared the gap, looking as if she had floated over it. She landed with a loud slam and cracked the remaining ground on that side. Impossible! I thought to myself. No one could jump something like that! Although this was a day of impossibilities I still wouldn't believe it. How could she do something like that? She looked over at me urgently. "Come on Time! Jump! If you know you can do it you will!" This was nonsense! There was no way to get over that gap! "Remember, your TimeMaker! Nothing was impossible! Just remember darn it!" Truth was I didn't remember much of anything anymore. But that necklace was oddly familiar... How had she gotten it? I only ever gave it to one person... and she wasn't her. Was she? I looked at the ground before me, I had one foot of space before the floor disappeared into the wall and I fell into the abyss. The room was almost 20 feet across. Even Olympic jumpers can't make that! Oh well, nothing else I could do. I jumped. And failed.
