Gliding through the still night air, the girl in black was accompanied by three other companions: Aragon, Annabel, and Luke. They headed for a huge, floating mountain. Nothing was beneath it except air. Strings of moss and leaves spilled down it gracefully and created an old but majestic look. The rocks were jagged and smooth with water glistening on its many surfaces. Series of small black waterfalls lined the outer barrier of the mountain. The four flew through the wide gap at the mountain's bottom into the mountain's center.
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The inside looked nothing like what it would have looked like in a normal mountain. There were series of small hills that were covered with soft green grass. Animals were everywhere; bunnies and deer in the meadows, cranes poised on one foot in the shallow water, crickets singing in their little homes, and wise old owls perched on thick tree branches. A large Japanese and Chinese temple with many rooftops and floors made this wonderful little world whole. A small hole at the top of the mountain let the white moonlight wash against the temple, creating a magical glow.
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Heidi and the others touched down on a small stone trail that led into the temple. They followed it and went in quietly. They climbed up the newly rebuilt staircase and climbed and climbed and climbed. At last they arrived on the sixth floor and steped into their master's sanctuary.
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Master Willow was sitting in front of a miniture shrine. The shrine was made of pieces of melted gold. The natural moonlight made it sparkle. The light's reflected off was like a lightshow. Shots of white moving and dancing across the old and once-beautiful walls. Before the minute shrine was the Buddha sitting crossed-legged, being enlightened. Master was sitting in the exact same position. He had flowers, chocolates, fruit, and candles on the table, ready to offer to the Enlightened One and the other Gods and Goddesses. Master Willows was very old and looked very frail, but he was strong and mighty and young in his own mind and heart, and in ours; that's what's been keeping him alive all these years.
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Master didn't get up but spoke to them in a bored and calm voice, "It must be done."
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Heidi, Aragon, Annabel, and Luke bowed and as silently as they had come, left. They ran over invisible stairs in the sky, climbing and climbing. They passed cloud after cloud as they climbed steadily higher. The many colors of the sunrise started to brighten like the new day.
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The ninjas' katanas were at their sides, strapped tightly, with their elegant fans. Their bows and arrows were wrapped tightly against their backs, in case their most prized weapon was broken.
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The ninjas started to decend to the flattened ground. The air smelt of smoke, fire, and blood. The temple stood out against the vast forest that seemed to engulf the world. Its skinnied out at the top and created a point that looked sharper than anything they'd ever seen; even their blades. The madman already knew that they were here, so there was no reason to sneak in. They ran in through the tall and narrow passageway. The dark tunnel seemed to have no end. No other tunnels led on or split, it just kept going straight. And down.
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Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Bad Souls
The black and red Burgatti Vegron drove 200 miles per hour down the road to Vegas. The racecar left a trail of rock, dirt, and burnt rubber behind.
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The man in the shotgun position yelled backwards, "Shut up! You just can't wait to die, can you?"
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The girl's muffled screams came in response. The girl's sweat fell onto the leather cussions and seeped through the fabric. Her arms and legs were bound to her sides and were useless.
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After a half hour drive, the car finally stopped. The three men in the car dragged the woman out of the car and onto the road. They cut the heavy ropes and escorted her to the hotel lobby by holding her upper arms tightly. They then led her into the elevator where one man pushed the "6" button. The needle that indicated what floor they were on steadily moved to the right and stopped on the sixth floor. The elevator abrumptly stopped and the metal doors slid open with a clank. An evil smile slithered onto one of the man's ugly face. "The boss is gonna like what he sees." His eyes rested on the innocent women's gorgeous face. There wasn't one blemish. Below her big green eyes was a stream of hot tears. "Hey, Marc, what're you gonna do with your money?"
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Marc answered, "Imma save up for a nice new suit." The other two men snickered. Marc glared and didn't talk much more. "What about you?" he muttered.
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"I don't know. What 'bout you, Bobby?"
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Bobby didn't answer. They had arrived at suite number 666. Bobby paused and knocked on the smoothly polished door. The crisp sound was so lovely, but it was ruined by the face of the boss. He nodded and stepped back in. The men followed. The girl struggled and thrashed out and hit Marc square in the face. He dramatically turned his head back to face her and with one swipe of his hand, slapped her. Sticky blood dripped from the side of the victim's mouth. The boss pointed a stubby finger at a chair, gesturing to seat the girl. The female landing loosly onto the chair, at an odd angle.
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The boss bent down and whispered into the girl's ear, "Just tell me what I need, Victoria, or we'll have to get it out of you the hard way." The lean man waited and waited, but was losing patience. He took Victoria by the waist and catapulted her against the pale blue wall. The wall had a beautiful design of brown and blue leaves. Victoria was furious and it gave her new strength. She was able to roll out of the way as he slammed into the wall where she had been a second ago. She ran for the door and took the golden handle and turned. It was locked! She sprinted into another room and looked through the drawers to find only the Holy Bible and a gun. She took the gun and reloaded it. She tip-toed to a wall and slowly slid towards the door, holding the gun ready. She was in the doorway and a force overtook her, it slammed into her and knocked her to the ground. Blood slithered down her lips. She tried to crawl away, but Luke took hold of her ankle.
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The boss stood over her, panting, "No one can escape me! Luke! No one!!" He threw her once again against the blood stained wall and ordered the three men to hold her still. Her sexy black dress poured down like a waterfall in the dead of night. The glistening sweat on her forehead, neck, and arms sparked in the dimly lit room. He got out of his jacket a survival knife. He held it in his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He leaned slowly towards Victoria and let the point of the blade rest on her neck. Luke said, "This is your last chance, silly girl," in a deadly voice, "Give up and tell me." He pressed the blade harder.
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Victoria lay silently and eyed Luke with so much loathing and menace that Luke looked away. He faced the three men and whispered, "You are dismissed." They left the room and closed the hotel door. He walked to the wall and pinned her there with one hand and one knee. Luke cut the side of her neck. She gasped and screamed in pain. Luke laughed evily and didn't stop until, on the surface of Victoria's skin, Eleven letters were carved: A-N-S-W-E-R O-R D-I-E.
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After an hour or so, Luke kissed the dead corpse and locked the door.
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Two days later, police and detectives found her with blood everywhere. Her eyes were gone. Her wrists, and neck was slit. And worst of all, she was handing from the ceiling, exposed.
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The police and detectives never solved the case, but Victoria's sad and tortured soul now haunts the Royal Casino and Luke. Anyone who stayed in that hotel who has ever done a crime ended up dead, hanging by a rope from the ceiling, with his/her wrists and neck slit. Luke was found dead a year after his crime and the case was declared an accident, but that wasn't true. He was killed by Victoria's ghost.
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The man in the shotgun position yelled backwards, "Shut up! You just can't wait to die, can you?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The girl's muffled screams came in response. The girl's sweat fell onto the leather cussions and seeped through the fabric. Her arms and legs were bound to her sides and were useless.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After a half hour drive, the car finally stopped. The three men in the car dragged the woman out of the car and onto the road. They cut the heavy ropes and escorted her to the hotel lobby by holding her upper arms tightly. They then led her into the elevator where one man pushed the "6" button. The needle that indicated what floor they were on steadily moved to the right and stopped on the sixth floor. The elevator abrumptly stopped and the metal doors slid open with a clank. An evil smile slithered onto one of the man's ugly face. "The boss is gonna like what he sees." His eyes rested on the innocent women's gorgeous face. There wasn't one blemish. Below her big green eyes was a stream of hot tears. "Hey, Marc, what're you gonna do with your money?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Marc answered, "Imma save up for a nice new suit." The other two men snickered. Marc glared and didn't talk much more. "What about you?" he muttered.
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"I don't know. What 'bout you, Bobby?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Bobby didn't answer. They had arrived at suite number 666. Bobby paused and knocked on the smoothly polished door. The crisp sound was so lovely, but it was ruined by the face of the boss. He nodded and stepped back in. The men followed. The girl struggled and thrashed out and hit Marc square in the face. He dramatically turned his head back to face her and with one swipe of his hand, slapped her. Sticky blood dripped from the side of the victim's mouth. The boss pointed a stubby finger at a chair, gesturing to seat the girl. The female landing loosly onto the chair, at an odd angle.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The boss bent down and whispered into the girl's ear, "Just tell me what I need, Victoria, or we'll have to get it out of you the hard way." The lean man waited and waited, but was losing patience. He took Victoria by the waist and catapulted her against the pale blue wall. The wall had a beautiful design of brown and blue leaves. Victoria was furious and it gave her new strength. She was able to roll out of the way as he slammed into the wall where she had been a second ago. She ran for the door and took the golden handle and turned. It was locked! She sprinted into another room and looked through the drawers to find only the Holy Bible and a gun. She took the gun and reloaded it. She tip-toed to a wall and slowly slid towards the door, holding the gun ready. She was in the doorway and a force overtook her, it slammed into her and knocked her to the ground. Blood slithered down her lips. She tried to crawl away, but Luke took hold of her ankle.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The boss stood over her, panting, "No one can escape me! Luke! No one!!" He threw her once again against the blood stained wall and ordered the three men to hold her still. Her sexy black dress poured down like a waterfall in the dead of night. The glistening sweat on her forehead, neck, and arms sparked in the dimly lit room. He got out of his jacket a survival knife. He held it in his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He leaned slowly towards Victoria and let the point of the blade rest on her neck. Luke said, "This is your last chance, silly girl," in a deadly voice, "Give up and tell me." He pressed the blade harder.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Victoria lay silently and eyed Luke with so much loathing and menace that Luke looked away. He faced the three men and whispered, "You are dismissed." They left the room and closed the hotel door. He walked to the wall and pinned her there with one hand and one knee. Luke cut the side of her neck. She gasped and screamed in pain. Luke laughed evily and didn't stop until, on the surface of Victoria's skin, Eleven letters were carved: A-N-S-W-E-R O-R D-I-E.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After an hour or so, Luke kissed the dead corpse and locked the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Two days later, police and detectives found her with blood everywhere. Her eyes were gone. Her wrists, and neck was slit. And worst of all, she was handing from the ceiling, exposed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The police and detectives never solved the case, but Victoria's sad and tortured soul now haunts the Royal Casino and Luke. Anyone who stayed in that hotel who has ever done a crime ended up dead, hanging by a rope from the ceiling, with his/her wrists and neck slit. Luke was found dead a year after his crime and the case was declared an accident, but that wasn't true. He was killed by Victoria's ghost.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Past, Future, and Present
Fall, 1999
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The blood red sun hid behind the dancing trees. The gathering darkness swallowed the earth with all its light included. The day had ended, but for some it had just begun. The owls starting hooting, the bats started roaming, and the two children continued to laugh with glee.
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Angie and Seth were in the yard, opening the packaging to the brand new NFL PWN-2000 football. They opened it together; in unison. Angie ripped, Seth cut, Angie sliced, Seth tugged. The shiny, slippery football slipped loosely out of the used-to-be packaging into Seth’s lap. They smiled their brilliant smiles and began to play. Angie tossed, Seth caught; Seth threw, Angie lunged. “I caught it!”
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Then out of nowhere, a swirling portal opened up and consumed the two.
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Ground touched underfoot after about five seconds. Angie’s knees buckled and she crumbled to the floor. People around her and Seth rushed to their aid. The sky grew greyer and darker. Everything was a blur…~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Angie awoke, she was on a warm, fuzzy blanket, still clutching the football. Seth was over her as pale as the moon and looked very worried. He looked relieved when she spoke his name, “Seth? What happened?” She already knew the answer, but asked anyways.
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Seth replied, “I don’t know. I asked someone for the date and place. It’s November 22, 1963 and we’re in Dallas, Texas.”
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Angie just stared into space with her mouth open. “But,” she said after a few moments, “Isn’t that the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated?” Her voice broke. She turned as she heard trumpets sound and a car rolling slowly passed. Angie’s marine blue eyes widened and fell on the face the President. He looked so happy; not knowing that he was about to become a corpse.
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Angie and Seth yelled and waved frantically. Kennedy finally turned, but only smiled broader and waved back. Angie could feel Seth’s frustration in waves. Then the horrible moment happened. BOOM! Angie heard Seth yelp and say, “Oh my God! Kennedy!” Kennedy slumped on the side of the Silver Carola. Sticky blood slid down the side of his head and the car. The crowds lining the streets screamed in horror and fled the scene. Only few stayed to see if Kennedy was alright. Angie picked up the football and ran with Seth to the President’s side, but the scene changed. They were once again in the multi-colored swirl. The next thing Angie knew, she was standing in front of a small building.
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Angie’s head swiveled around; up, down, right, and left. Seth was on the floor, breathing slowly. His hazel eyes were open, but they was out of focus. Angie looked helplessly around for some help, but it never came. She saw that they were right in front of the Lorraine Motel. A colorful poster about twelve inches wide and long was hung by the red double doors of the motel. It said: “See Martin Luther King Jr.!” She remembered…this was the day…
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She grabbed Seth by the arms and dragged him to a nearby wall where she let him rest and lay the football by him. She quietly spoke into his ear, “Seth, please be all right. Calm down, if you can hear me. I’ll be right back!” She hugged him and sprinted into the motel. She ran up the staircase to the sixth floor where Martin was talking to his colleague.
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She tried to stay as calm as possible but couldn’t hide it from her trembling voice, “Hello, Martin! Um, please come with me!” Martin looked confused but reluctantly followed. She led him out of the old motel to a nearby store. “Martin, please! Run! You have no idea what will happen to you if you don’t! Please! Run and drive to an airport. Then fly somewhere away from here! You’re in grave danger!” She was pleading now. Her hot, clear tears ran down her pink cheeks onto the black pavement.
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Martin looked so frightened. “How,” he said in a think, deep voice, “could this be?” What will happen? May I ask for your name?”
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She didn’t have much time to answer, “My name is Angie T. Green. It’s going to happen! Please just do as I-”
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Swirling, swirling, and swirling all around her.
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Angie was looking over a huge city. The cold, dusty wind blew into her face and sent chills down her spine. She turned, “Seth!” Angie kissed Seth on the cheek and said, “You’re okay!”
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Seth’s large, hazel eyes said both, “Why wouldn’t I be?” and “Wha, waa, what the?” Angie was startled by the sound of a plane. VROOOM…! Seth dropped the NFL football. The huge metal bird flew by overhead towards two towers that looked so much alike! Only one was a little lower than the other. The plane flew too close to the towers and crashed into one of them. The rising smoke filled the air and made Angie choke. Seth was coughing with two hands clutching his stomach.
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After another silent minute filled with coughing, another plane roared passed towards the two twin towers. Now she knew that the first plane crash wasn’t an accident. Angie cried, “Seth! Why are they doing this?!” Seth just shook his head. Angie felt so helpless, more helpless than the time when, on the Discovery Channel, she watched a bird plummeting to its death one million feet below.
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Seth poked her continuously and harder each time. “Oww! What?” Seth pointed his index finger at the two towers. The two towers were collapsing. The building had shattered into a billion pieces. Death filled the air. The pain and suffering was so overwhelming, that Angie felt it in her own heart; the sorrow and agony. She was sure Seth felt it, too because his determined face softened and he put his hands to his face. Something told her that was September 11 in the future. It might have been the newspaper floating by, or it might have just been the date. 9/11. Then Seth picked up the football.
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PLOP. Angie and Seth were once again in the tiny backyard in full darkness. The football lay on its side nearby, but it was never redeemed from the damp grass in the backyard in Brooklyn. The two called the government and asked to talk to the President.
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One Year Later...
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Angie and Seth were watching television. George W. Bush and Martin Luther King Jr. were informing everyone, “We have studied the intelligent Aztecs, Mayans, the Chinese, and other Native Americans. We have found records; timelines, in fact. They have all predicted that something dreadful and eerie will happen on this exact day, but next year. It doesn’t say where, but we have a pretty good idea thanks to Angie T. Green and Seth Mike. They went into the future and saw the whole incident. On September 10, everyone will evacuate out of the two twin towers and the streets below and near to prevent casualties.”
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Martin said, “They had went to the past and warned me. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be standing here today, seeing my dream become a reality. Thanks so much-”
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September 11, 2001
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“At 8:46 A.M., the first plane crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center. Then at 9:02 A.M., the second plane collided with the south tower. The two towers collapsed to the streets below, and stayed there, exactly as Seth and I had seen. But we weren’t able to see the Pentagon form that hill. A third plane flew into the Pentagon at 9:37 A.M. in Washington, D.C. Many, many lives were lost.”
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"R.I.P. All who had died bravely on 9/11."
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“Seth and I had saved thousands of lives by informing the public, but we couldn’t save the other thousand. We were declared one of the greatest heroes in American history on January 1, 2002. The football was placed in a museum in New York City, so it could be admired. Everything went back to normal after that. Until the past was changed again when the football was stolen.”
-Our Travels of the Past and Future, by Angie T. Green
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ＴＨＥ ＥＮＤ
Editor's Note: I tried to write in historical fiction, but as you can see, it didn't turn out too great. But my language arts teacher, Mrs. Passoth, thought so. She said I should write stories and sequals to the t.v. show Heros
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The blood red sun hid behind the dancing trees. The gathering darkness swallowed the earth with all its light included. The day had ended, but for some it had just begun. The owls starting hooting, the bats started roaming, and the two children continued to laugh with glee.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie and Seth were in the yard, opening the packaging to the brand new NFL PWN-2000 football. They opened it together; in unison. Angie ripped, Seth cut, Angie sliced, Seth tugged. The shiny, slippery football slipped loosely out of the used-to-be packaging into Seth’s lap. They smiled their brilliant smiles and began to play. Angie tossed, Seth caught; Seth threw, Angie lunged. “I caught it!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Then out of nowhere, a swirling portal opened up and consumed the two.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ground touched underfoot after about five seconds. Angie’s knees buckled and she crumbled to the floor. People around her and Seth rushed to their aid. The sky grew greyer and darker. Everything was a blur…~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Angie awoke, she was on a warm, fuzzy blanket, still clutching the football. Seth was over her as pale as the moon and looked very worried. He looked relieved when she spoke his name, “Seth? What happened?” She already knew the answer, but asked anyways.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seth replied, “I don’t know. I asked someone for the date and place. It’s November 22, 1963 and we’re in Dallas, Texas.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie just stared into space with her mouth open. “But,” she said after a few moments, “Isn’t that the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated?” Her voice broke. She turned as she heard trumpets sound and a car rolling slowly passed. Angie’s marine blue eyes widened and fell on the face the President. He looked so happy; not knowing that he was about to become a corpse.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie and Seth yelled and waved frantically. Kennedy finally turned, but only smiled broader and waved back. Angie could feel Seth’s frustration in waves. Then the horrible moment happened. BOOM! Angie heard Seth yelp and say, “Oh my God! Kennedy!” Kennedy slumped on the side of the Silver Carola. Sticky blood slid down the side of his head and the car. The crowds lining the streets screamed in horror and fled the scene. Only few stayed to see if Kennedy was alright. Angie picked up the football and ran with Seth to the President’s side, but the scene changed. They were once again in the multi-colored swirl. The next thing Angie knew, she was standing in front of a small building.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie’s head swiveled around; up, down, right, and left. Seth was on the floor, breathing slowly. His hazel eyes were open, but they was out of focus. Angie looked helplessly around for some help, but it never came. She saw that they were right in front of the Lorraine Motel. A colorful poster about twelve inches wide and long was hung by the red double doors of the motel. It said: “See Martin Luther King Jr.!” She remembered…this was the day…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She grabbed Seth by the arms and dragged him to a nearby wall where she let him rest and lay the football by him. She quietly spoke into his ear, “Seth, please be all right. Calm down, if you can hear me. I’ll be right back!” She hugged him and sprinted into the motel. She ran up the staircase to the sixth floor where Martin was talking to his colleague.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She tried to stay as calm as possible but couldn’t hide it from her trembling voice, “Hello, Martin! Um, please come with me!” Martin looked confused but reluctantly followed. She led him out of the old motel to a nearby store. “Martin, please! Run! You have no idea what will happen to you if you don’t! Please! Run and drive to an airport. Then fly somewhere away from here! You’re in grave danger!” She was pleading now. Her hot, clear tears ran down her pink cheeks onto the black pavement.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Martin looked so frightened. “How,” he said in a think, deep voice, “could this be?” What will happen? May I ask for your name?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She didn’t have much time to answer, “My name is Angie T. Green. It’s going to happen! Please just do as I-”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Swirling, swirling, and swirling all around her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie was looking over a huge city. The cold, dusty wind blew into her face and sent chills down her spine. She turned, “Seth!” Angie kissed Seth on the cheek and said, “You’re okay!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seth’s large, hazel eyes said both, “Why wouldn’t I be?” and “Wha, waa, what the?” Angie was startled by the sound of a plane. VROOOM…! Seth dropped the NFL football. The huge metal bird flew by overhead towards two towers that looked so much alike! Only one was a little lower than the other. The plane flew too close to the towers and crashed into one of them. The rising smoke filled the air and made Angie choke. Seth was coughing with two hands clutching his stomach.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After another silent minute filled with coughing, another plane roared passed towards the two twin towers. Now she knew that the first plane crash wasn’t an accident. Angie cried, “Seth! Why are they doing this?!” Seth just shook his head. Angie felt so helpless, more helpless than the time when, on the Discovery Channel, she watched a bird plummeting to its death one million feet below.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Seth poked her continuously and harder each time. “Oww! What?” Seth pointed his index finger at the two towers. The two towers were collapsing. The building had shattered into a billion pieces. Death filled the air. The pain and suffering was so overwhelming, that Angie felt it in her own heart; the sorrow and agony. She was sure Seth felt it, too because his determined face softened and he put his hands to his face. Something told her that was September 11 in the future. It might have been the newspaper floating by, or it might have just been the date. 9/11. Then Seth picked up the football.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
PLOP. Angie and Seth were once again in the tiny backyard in full darkness. The football lay on its side nearby, but it was never redeemed from the damp grass in the backyard in Brooklyn. The two called the government and asked to talk to the President.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One Year Later...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angie and Seth were watching television. George W. Bush and Martin Luther King Jr. were informing everyone, “We have studied the intelligent Aztecs, Mayans, the Chinese, and other Native Americans. We have found records; timelines, in fact. They have all predicted that something dreadful and eerie will happen on this exact day, but next year. It doesn’t say where, but we have a pretty good idea thanks to Angie T. Green and Seth Mike. They went into the future and saw the whole incident. On September 10, everyone will evacuate out of the two twin towers and the streets below and near to prevent casualties.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Martin said, “They had went to the past and warned me. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be standing here today, seeing my dream become a reality. Thanks so much-”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
September 11, 2001
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“At 8:46 A.M., the first plane crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center. Then at 9:02 A.M., the second plane collided with the south tower. The two towers collapsed to the streets below, and stayed there, exactly as Seth and I had seen. But we weren’t able to see the Pentagon form that hill. A third plane flew into the Pentagon at 9:37 A.M. in Washington, D.C. Many, many lives were lost.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"R.I.P. All who had died bravely on 9/11."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Seth and I had saved thousands of lives by informing the public, but we couldn’t save the other thousand. We were declared one of the greatest heroes in American history on January 1, 2002. The football was placed in a museum in New York City, so it could be admired. Everything went back to normal after that. Until the past was changed again when the football was stolen.”
-Our Travels of the Past and Future, by Angie T. Green
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ＴＨＥ ＥＮＤ
Editor's Note: I tried to write in historical fiction, but as you can see, it didn't turn out too great. But my language arts teacher, Mrs. Passoth, thought so. She said I should write stories and sequals to the t.v. show Heros
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