August 31st, 2013 at 2:12 AM
Thank you brian and Blake.
Wanderers In Time - Entry 2
Yes... um.. yes, listen... yes, I understand, now please, I know, okay? Listen to me! Well, I was going to tell you that we've already investigated this... ugh. Screw this. Oh, hi Peter.
Well, Susan, you'll never believe this.
What? Did you get the footage?
Both of the tapes have a gap in them!
A gap?
Yes. Like someone just walked up, turned off the camera, and then turned it back on. And they're of the same length too, seven minutes!
Now who did that?
I have no idea. I can't hear or see anyone or anything turning off the camera.
Are you sure an animal or something didn't do it?
If an animal did it would both of the tapes have a gap of seven minutes, right in the center?
I don't know...
That's just it - you don't know.
Now hang on a second. Isn't it kind of renegade for us two lowly secretaries to carry out our own investigations instead of having the police department do it?
Then call the police department and see what reaction you get from them. They'd laugh at you. This city does nothing about incidents like this.
While that may be true, is it really our place to be investigating on their behalf? Isn't that corrupt?
Yes, it's our place. No, it's not corrupt. Now, do you know anything about just where the lights are coming from?
They seem to be spread out across the mountain. Some near the foot, others near the summit, most of them though are in the actual pass.
So, tonight, we go to the pass.
Umm, what? You think that's a good idea? We would get killed!
Oh, now how can you be so sure of that?
What if these lights really aren't just headlights, eh? And what about people, just, vanishing! You can't explain that.
I thought that we'll each bring a gun. That way if anything approaches us, we can defend ourselves.
You can't shoot an orb of light, can you?
What makes you think that these lights are harmful anyway, hmm? For all I care it could some punk kids trying to scare people.
...With balls of light on a mountain?!
Alright, enough of this. I don't know about you, but I'm going up there tonight.
Oh, well good luck, because if you think I'm walking around up at Wolf Crossing that late at night with no idea what might be up there, than you're crazy.
Later that evening, Peter drove up Wolf Crossing. A thunderstorm ensued as he got out of his vehicle.
After looking around for a few moments, Peter slipped on some loose mud and fell into a crevice. During the fall, his torch broke, leaving him with no light. However, Peter himself was unharmed. He walked throughout the ravine to the best of his ability, looking for some way out, and then something touched him on his shoulder, causing him to let out a horrifying shriek. He ran as quickly as he possibly could away from the shadowy figure, before he tripped and fell, spraining his ankle.
Trembling in sheer terror, he looked behind him to find that the thing which touched his shoulder wasn't there. The crevice narrowed, and Peter painfully crawled over the rugged rocks. The rain waters got very heavy and slowly began flooding the ravine, only serving to add more anxiety to Peter's extreme fear. As he turned a corner, he saw the pulsing white and yellow lights at the other end of the crevice, shocking him even further. He cautiously looked behind him once again, and there it was, the thing which touched his shoulder, looking right down on him, causing him to let out another fearful cry once again.
"W-wwwho.... are you?" Peter asked.
Peter got no answer.
TELL ME! Who are you? What do you want?
I'm from the past.. the future.. the present...
What? What are you talking about?
You are safe, don't worry.
Am I? AM I?! Who... are... YOU?!
Who I am is irrelevant. All that is relevant is, is that I can help you. I need you to trust me.
Trust you? What? What are you doing down here anyway?
I wouldn't let you just die down here. And the rain water is already up to my ankles and rising quite rapidly. So it would seem that you have no choice but to trust me.
Peter, after several moments, replied.
Okay, I trust you. I trust you. Now, will you tell me who you are?
I'll explain whatever needs to be explained. For now, I need to take you to my machine, where we can fix your ankle up.
Wait, your machine? What machine? There's a MACHINE?!
Yes, my machine! Now, let me pick you up.
The man then picked Peter up. He seemed to a strong young man at first glance. Thoughts raced through Peter's head. Machine? What machine? Was he going to be killed? Or really helped?
Now, what is your name?
Umm... uh... Peter, my name is Peter.
And last name?
Wallace. And what is your name?
Where I come from, I have no name. But call me Grandfather.
Grandfather? What? You look like no "grandfather" to me!
Yes, Grandfather. No time to explain now. The water is rising rapidly.
Then Peter and this man, only calling himself "Grandfather", arrived at the machine.
So this is the machine? What do you call this?
"Ah, you brought company?" a female voice said from inside.
"Clara, please prepare the spare bed for our friend. His ankle is injured." Grandfather said through what seemed to be a speaker on the side of this machine.
Yes, Grandfather.
Ok Peter, we're inside now.
What... is this.....
to be continued....
Wanderers In Time - Entry 2
Yes... um.. yes, listen... yes, I understand, now please, I know, okay? Listen to me! Well, I was going to tell you that we've already investigated this... ugh. Screw this. Oh, hi Peter.
Well, Susan, you'll never believe this.
What? Did you get the footage?
Both of the tapes have a gap in them!
A gap?
Yes. Like someone just walked up, turned off the camera, and then turned it back on. And they're of the same length too, seven minutes!
Now who did that?
I have no idea. I can't hear or see anyone or anything turning off the camera.
Are you sure an animal or something didn't do it?
If an animal did it would both of the tapes have a gap of seven minutes, right in the center?
I don't know...
That's just it - you don't know.
Now hang on a second. Isn't it kind of renegade for us two lowly secretaries to carry out our own investigations instead of having the police department do it?
Then call the police department and see what reaction you get from them. They'd laugh at you. This city does nothing about incidents like this.
While that may be true, is it really our place to be investigating on their behalf? Isn't that corrupt?
Yes, it's our place. No, it's not corrupt. Now, do you know anything about just where the lights are coming from?
They seem to be spread out across the mountain. Some near the foot, others near the summit, most of them though are in the actual pass.
So, tonight, we go to the pass.
Umm, what? You think that's a good idea? We would get killed!
Oh, now how can you be so sure of that?
What if these lights really aren't just headlights, eh? And what about people, just, vanishing! You can't explain that.
I thought that we'll each bring a gun. That way if anything approaches us, we can defend ourselves.
You can't shoot an orb of light, can you?
What makes you think that these lights are harmful anyway, hmm? For all I care it could some punk kids trying to scare people.
...With balls of light on a mountain?!
Alright, enough of this. I don't know about you, but I'm going up there tonight.
Oh, well good luck, because if you think I'm walking around up at Wolf Crossing that late at night with no idea what might be up there, than you're crazy.
Later that evening, Peter drove up Wolf Crossing. A thunderstorm ensued as he got out of his vehicle.
After looking around for a few moments, Peter slipped on some loose mud and fell into a crevice. During the fall, his torch broke, leaving him with no light. However, Peter himself was unharmed. He walked throughout the ravine to the best of his ability, looking for some way out, and then something touched him on his shoulder, causing him to let out a horrifying shriek. He ran as quickly as he possibly could away from the shadowy figure, before he tripped and fell, spraining his ankle.
Trembling in sheer terror, he looked behind him to find that the thing which touched his shoulder wasn't there. The crevice narrowed, and Peter painfully crawled over the rugged rocks. The rain waters got very heavy and slowly began flooding the ravine, only serving to add more anxiety to Peter's extreme fear. As he turned a corner, he saw the pulsing white and yellow lights at the other end of the crevice, shocking him even further. He cautiously looked behind him once again, and there it was, the thing which touched his shoulder, looking right down on him, causing him to let out another fearful cry once again.
"W-wwwho.... are you?" Peter asked.
Peter got no answer.
TELL ME! Who are you? What do you want?
I'm from the past.. the future.. the present...
What? What are you talking about?
You are safe, don't worry.
Am I? AM I?! Who... are... YOU?!
Who I am is irrelevant. All that is relevant is, is that I can help you. I need you to trust me.
Trust you? What? What are you doing down here anyway?
I wouldn't let you just die down here. And the rain water is already up to my ankles and rising quite rapidly. So it would seem that you have no choice but to trust me.
Peter, after several moments, replied.
Okay, I trust you. I trust you. Now, will you tell me who you are?
I'll explain whatever needs to be explained. For now, I need to take you to my machine, where we can fix your ankle up.
Wait, your machine? What machine? There's a MACHINE?!
Yes, my machine! Now, let me pick you up.
The man then picked Peter up. He seemed to a strong young man at first glance. Thoughts raced through Peter's head. Machine? What machine? Was he going to be killed? Or really helped?
Now, what is your name?
Umm... uh... Peter, my name is Peter.
And last name?
Wallace. And what is your name?
Where I come from, I have no name. But call me Grandfather.
Grandfather? What? You look like no "grandfather" to me!
Yes, Grandfather. No time to explain now. The water is rising rapidly.
Then Peter and this man, only calling himself "Grandfather", arrived at the machine.
So this is the machine? What do you call this?
"Ah, you brought company?" a female voice said from inside.
"Clara, please prepare the spare bed for our friend. His ankle is injured." Grandfather said through what seemed to be a speaker on the side of this machine.
Yes, Grandfather.
Ok Peter, we're inside now.
What... is this.....
to be continued....
