This story is a continuation to
another short story which was entered into the
time jumpers contest.
Both should stand on their own, but for the readers, you can piece them together for the fun of it. To read the first portion
click here.
Notice: The following story contains violence and sexual content. Discretion is advised.
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"Chris, wake up."
Dark eyes and rosy perfume. All the things I like in a woman. Her voice is a little harsh from the booze she drank earlier but what can you expect
from a girl that makes her living letting other men pretend they know her.
"Yeah." I spit back. "What is it?"
"Someone's at the door."
I stand up from the bed, naked. Prickly cheap cotton drops from my waist. Serena rolls to the side and stretches her arms. She wipes her hands between
her legs like she doesn't know where her underwear went.
They're in the sink babe. Not sure how they got there, I think to myself.
Standing outside the door are two Tempa-Sec-Kappa officers. The TSK is my planet's authority over time travel. They sent these goons to find me
because I didn't want to be found. I just wanna relax. I want to forget that I committed suicide.
Yesterday I fulfilled my mission. There are multiple universes and multiple Earths, none can travel back on their own timelines, but they can mess
around with other ones. I was sent by the TSK to protect Terra Nova from Terra Theta. Every time Terra Theta wrecks havoc on the new Earth something
good happens on their own. And something bad happens on the Earth I'm from. We are all interconnected.
"Agent Caplan?!" A voice shouts from behind the door.
I creak open the door just enough to see the eyes of my cohorts.
"What can I do for you gentlemen?"
"Sir, you need to come back with us now. We have temporal intelligence that suggests you are in danger. Your mission is complete, you need to
leave."
"Come get me in the morning." My eyes are more telling than my words.
The door closes on the boyscouts. I crawl back into bed with Serena, she stretches her legs like a tigress in the jungle.
"Come closer." She whispers.
My mission was simple. There was another Chris Caplan from Terra Theta. He was sent to Nova to poison the water supply with a superbug. His mission
lasted fifteen years. He worked his way to become the CEO of a water treatment consulting firm, and was about to decimate the population on this
Earth. His name might not have been Chris Caplan, but his genetic makeup was identical to mine, and I was sent to kill him. I completed my mission.
I killed myself.
The universe is a messed up place...
Serena grabs me by the neck, her hips are gyrating. She pulls me down between her legs, her thighs are resting on my shoulders. I think I know what
she wants.
Whenever I go to other Earths I always end up in the highest rated hotels. Money is never an issue to a temporal security agent. What comes with that
territory, is also the highest rated escorts. Serena is no exception. Girls like her wander the lounges of five star hotels waiting for someone like
me to come along. Waiting for someone who never has the opportunity to find a wife or a girlfriend. Waiting for some guy that had his head mangled by
years of temporal flux.
She grabs my hands and traces them over her body.
Girls like this are one in a million. They know what they are doing, quick with their wit and quicker at making you believe they really like you. For
some reason when I look at her, it's like I know her from somewhere.
She squeezes her thighs against my neck. Harder, tighter, and it's getting hard to breath. Her right hand slithers of the bun in her hair and I swear
I can see something shiny come down past my face.
"Okay, loosen up honey, I like rough but this is ridiculous." My voice is choked and I feel blood pumping through my forehead.
A warm shooting pain enters my back. Something sharp, a knife perhaps; I can feel my flesh being pierced. I smash my right arm into the bottom of
Serena's thigh and tear the leg off with my left arm. In her hand I see a soaked dagger. She lunges at me. My fist cracks her in the jaw.
The daze of my punch drops the dagger onto the bed. Blood soaks into the white sheets. I grab it, tighten my hand around the base and in a split
second, Serena's eye is no longer intact.
Just a punctured tunnel leading to her brain.
Her body goes limp and falls back onto the bed. It's a shame, I really thought I liked her.
In a heap of black silk on the floor I rifle through her belongings. I know it's here. I tear her purse open like a present on Christmas. Lipstick,
mascara and toner crash to the floor with a dull echo. Business cards and notes fly into the air from my hands.
"Here!" I scream. Even though there is no one to hear me.
Terra Alpha. She was from Terra Alpha. Juliana Patricia Abernaloan, Terra Alpha Citizenship.
You don't see many people from Alpha in your travels. They are a bunch of gypsies. No one on that Earth has figured out what their sister Earth is so
they roam around the timescape, looking for things to profit on. She was probably hired by Terra Theta once they figured out it was me that's been
killing off their agents.
I hate gypsies.
And it's a damn shame, she was a gorgeous woman.
edit on 14-2-2012 by boncho because: (no reason given)
edit on 14-2-2012 by boncho because: (no reason given)