((so I have a ton of random ideas floating around my head, and its getting cluttered. I barely have enough room for the voices now! To fix this, I am going to write some of them out as short stories. These may be funny, they may be exciting, they may be terrible. I don’t care.))

John Smith sighed to himself as he pulled the string on the pull-string light. The horrible bulb barely lit the corner of his unfinished basement, but it was enough for him to find the shelf he stored all of his stuff on. He put the camping supplies away, and would have left there but something caught his eye. It was a lever, hidden in the darkest corner behind a shelf. He smiled to himself ever so slightly “how could I have forgotten?” he whispered lightly. He moved over to the lever, and pulled the lever. A wall swung away silently, taking entire shelves with it, exposing a massive room behind.

The contents in this room would have made any technology lover weep. There were fully functional jet packs mounted to the wall, full suits of specially designed combat-armor in their own special pods, and weapons no one had ever seen sitting in special racks. There was technology for breathing where there was no air, for walking straight up walls, for speaking any language, for hacking any computer, and some whose functions were lost to the ages. All of this paled though, to two devices that sat in the middle of the room, sealed in a special air-tight glass case. John moved straight to them, not even looking at anything else. He brushed a hand across the glass, then pushed a big red button on the side of the case. The glass slid back with a hiss, and the objects platform raised slowly. John carefully picked up the larger of the two objects, a two-handed rifle that looked far too complicated. This was a chrono-rifle, and by all the laws of the universe, it shouldn’t have existed. He hefted the gun in his hands, looking down its sights. Instantly, he could see a thousand years in the past, as if it was right before his eyes. He adjusted the knobs on the scope, decades passing before his eyes.

He put down the gun with a gentle sigh, before picking up the second object. It was much smaller, looking like a over-sized wrist watch. This device, however, was the most dangerous thing in the room; a time machine combined with a spatial transporter. The rifle alone had a relatively short-range; the rifles bullets broke down as they passed through time, and anything more than ten years distance tended to be wildly inaccurate. The time-machine fixed this problem, and the spatial transporter meant that there was no where, or when that was safe. John couldn’t help but grin as he remembered his life before this one. Before he had settled down, and had kids. Before, he could have been anywhere, anytime, and killed anyone. He got his orders and didn’t question them.

Thinking of his orders reminded him. He had one last mission, it was still sitting in a red envelope, near the jet packs. “Do not open this until you are sure you are ready.” his instructor had said “How will I know when I am ready?” John had asked. “You will know.” had been the response. He was ready now. He moved over to the envelope, and picked it up. One last mission, no one would ever know. His wife wouldn’t even know he was gone, he would return the second he left.

Suddenly doubt clogged his mind. What if this was literally his last mission, and he was killed in the line of duty? What if his time machine didn’t work properly, and he became lost in time? What if he enjoyed his work too much and didn’t want to go back? The more he began to think, the worse his thoughts became. Should he really keep such a large secret from his family? Should he even have a family? He had made quite a few enemies in his time after all. He couldn’t reveal his secret though, after all what if someone got ahold of his time machine? The results could be disastrous, and even worse, it could already have happened and he wouldn’t know.

He opened the envelope, read the name, the date, the time, and the location, and exhaled lightly. He was ready, and in truth he had expected this for years. He picked up his rifle again, strapped on his time machine, and set the co-ordinates. He didn’t have to look at the envelope, he knew where he was going. There was a bright flash of light, and he was gone.

John Smith sighed to himself as he pulled the string on the pull-string light. The horrible bulb barely lit the corner of his unfinished basement, but it was enough for him to find the shelf he stored all of his stuff on. He put the camping supplies away, and would have left there but something caught his eye. It was a man, hidden in the shadows. He stepped forward, pointed a gun to his head, and fired before John could even react. A flash of light later, the man was gone, leaving only an envelope behind.

The police searched for the killer for years, eventually stumbling upon a secret room in the mans basement. Inside they found absolutely nothing, just a large empty room. There were no fingerprints, and no sign of a murder weapon. There wasn’t even an explanation of how the man got in, or how he got back out. The only clue found was a letter in a red envelope.

“John Smith, thirteen minutes ago, twenty feet back”.

One Comment

  • really nice story. Keep up the good work.

    I put a fiction tab on my blog and I’m working on some short stories for a while, first one should be out this week.

    looking forward to some constructive criticism.

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