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TIME INITIATIVE; Time-traveling epic told by yours truly.
Topic Started: Sep 20 2008, 09:37 AM (27 Views)
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I was just a kid when I heard of TIME INITIATIVE. It was a large acronym of some sort, using complex words and formulas I couldn't comprehend at the time. And to be honest, I still don't understand a thing about the physics of time travel, no matter how hard I've tried. That wasn't my job, though. My job was to do the dirty work, disable the people who wanted to threaten our little organization. Like the guy in front of me on his motorcycle. Let me set the scene for you. 2053 AD, on the streets of New York, a bit after the Second Global Depression. It was one of those pitch-black nights, the ones where you couldn't see your hands without the aid of a streetlight. And in these times, streetlights were few and far between. We, more on the we part later, were sent to intercept some guy who stole something from a museum that wasn't supposed to be stolen, and seeing as how local authorities aren't that good at managing things from their own time, it's up to us to stop them. And by "we" and "us", I mean me and the girl sitting behind me, holding on to me as I drive full-speed down the street in my custom-made "bike from the future", as others would call it. It was the pride and joy of life. It had a sleek black body, with enough seat room for two, maybe three, people to sit comfortably, and it could reach max speeds of two hundred and fifty three miles an hour. Not to mention that it ran on the air itself. You have to love the future.

"Pet, hurry up! Go faster!"

The lovely yet annoying girl behind me was my partner, Lenne Danielleson. Of course, that was a fake name, as all the members of the Initiative use fake names, even myself. No, I'm not going to tell you my name's anything other than Jared Ruglia. I do like my job...and my life. Right now, we were both wearing helmets over our heads, making discerning faces pretty impossible while driving. I bet if I could see inside Lenne's helmet, though, she would be having the time of her life. And if there were a mirror in my visor, I bet I would see myself looking pretty tense. I stepped on the pedal located near my right foot while twisting the handles of my bike a bit more, causing it to enter into "Overdrive", a gear in the transmission that would let me hit the desired two hundred and fifty three miles an hour. We flew through the streets, which were empty at this time of the night, and caught up to our prey, a lone man riding what appeared to be a racing bike of the time. After easily coming up to his side, I looked at him straight in the visor, just as he turned to look at me. Somehow I knew that he wasn't the kind of guy to be persuaded out of something easily, so I decided not to try linguistics. I knew I couldn't wield my sword in these conditions, and switching to battle mode while driving would be a challenge, anyways. So, this whole operation depended on Lenne, and I made sure to let her know.

"This is all up to you, you know that right?"

I could feel her grab on tighter to me as she replied.

"Yeah! I know! You can count on me!"

And after a bright red flash that probably would've scared the hell out of any ordinary man, I looked to my side for a split second as I felt one of Lenne's hands leave my shoulders to see a red whip strike the man's bike, causing him to swerve around, but ultimately keep control. The man sped up on his bike, going faster, but I easily kept up with him, only going about one hundred and twenty miles an hour. As Lenne prepared to make another strike with her whip, the man veered off in another direction, down a side street. Taking a quick glance at my INITIATIVE watch, which was functioning like a radar, it showed the villain taking a network of sub-streets to the other side of the city. After reading my thoughts, it knew what I was planning to do, and it showed me where he would end up. As I turned down a side-street of my own, Lenne questioned me.

"What are you going to do, Pet?"

I bravely answered her question, somewhat proud of my own cleverness.

"I'm going to cut him off."

It took someone of great skill to navigate these streets and alleys at two hundred and fifty three miles an hour. And I would include myself in that category, so I sped up to max speed, maneuvering through turns and corners and even at one point jumping over a metal fence. I probably could have gone through the fence without any kind of injury, but I didn't want to risk the paint job. After turning back onto the main road, I flew through the night on the main streets. This part of town was obviously poor, as most of the streetlights were gone or in bad condition, making me rely on the light provided from my bike. After driving for a little while, I gave Lenne a command dire to the mission.

"Swing your whip to the left on three, okay?"

Lenne seemed confused for a moment, but I think she realized what I was implying after a moment.

"Okay!"

After checking my watch one more time to be sure, I began the count.

"One...two..."

I felt Lenne's hand leave my shoulder yet again.

"Three!"

Lenne let her whip fly, and just before I said three, the man came flying down the street the opposite direction. The whip hit him square in the head, causing him to fall off the side of the bike, which in turn caused the bike to fall against the ground and skid, creating some sparks. I turned to the side and slammed on the breaks, going from two fifty three to zero in seven seconds. Lenne and I both got off the bike, which automatically applied the kick-stop, and ran over to the man who was on the ground, groaning. His helmet was banged up, but was still intact, so I couldn't quite see his face. I didn't really want to, either. After I pulled him up off the ground and put him in some handcuffs, Lenne began questioning him.

"Where's the thing you stole from the museum, huh?"

"I...I...don't..."

The man was obviously confused as hell, and no doubt suffering from a concussion of some sort. This didn't matter to us, though, as Lenne proved.

Lenne: "Talk! If you don't..."

Lenne snapped her whip against the ground, an act which would make anyone jump, especially one who was just knocked off a motorcycle by it. The man let out a whimper and pulled out a small, glowing shard from his pocket. Lenne took the shard from the man rather forcefully, and showed it to me with a smile. The black shard, which was emitting a rainbow-colored light, was what we were looking for. I took the handcuffs off the man and shoved him to the ground, as Lenne moved behind me. I held my watch up and hit one button, bringing up a screen that asked for confirmation. I had all the confirmation I need already. With the press of another button, a bright white flash emitted from the watch's screen, and the man was knocked out. We both knew he wasn't just knocked out, though. His memories of this entire incident were being overwritten with new ones, the ones that were supposed to happen. Lenne turned to me, and I could see a look of victory through her visor.

"We did it Pet! We did it!"

I sighed, having never liked being called "Pet". "Pet" has been my nickname for as long as I can remember. And I have a pretty good memory.

"Yeah...we did...now we have to get this to the museum, and then we can go back..."

I took my helmet off, and boy, was I glad to. I wasn't ugly at all, but I wasn't the most beautiful guy in the world, either. My dark brown hair was suffering from a condition well-known as "helmet hair", as it was pressed against my head. After shaking my head a bit, it reverted back to it's normal, messy self. My eyes were as light blue as they've always been. I turned to Lenne as she took off her helmet. Now, Lenne wasn't any ordinary girl with her personality alone, and when you throw in her appearance, she's pretty much an alien. Lenne had pink hair and red eyes. And the worst part is, it's all natural. As if that weren't enough, her battle form, more on that later, was a tight, black, two-piece leather outfit with red ribbons coming off her hair. Now you can't tell me that isn't weird. She noticed me looking at her, and smiled. She's definitely not normal.

So, after driving up to the museum and putting the artifact back, we cruised around a bit, sightseeing. It was actually pretty boring, but we had some time to kill before we were scheduled to return to headquarters. Eventually, my watch beeped, signifying it was time. We stopped in the middle of the street, and I held out my hand with the watch on it. The watch emitted a small beam of light that hit the space in front of us and created a round portal, glowing a bright, off-white color. In the span of a few moments, we were pulled into the portal by force, and twisted through the threads of time to be brought back to a room we were incredibly familiar with, the briefing room of the TIME INITIATIVE headquarters.
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