Excerpt: TimeBender and Other Unrelated Stories

TimeBender
THE FIRST CHAPTER:
In a universe, there is a galaxy, in that galaxy, is a solar system, in that solar system, is a planet with a few moons. On Said planet you can find a continent, and if you search that continent long enough, you can find a country. Within that country, you will find a kingdom of some sort, be it province, state or some other name I have not thought of. In this kingdom of some sort, there is a city and in that city, is the Black Castle. Now imagine all this like the intro to a movie.
The Black Castle is the most ancient building in the world, the last standing castle of the six castles of the six universal masters, who have been all but forgotten. The Black Castle has a tower larger than any tower you have seen or heard of. In this tower floats the three instances of time, Past Present and Future.
I am bored, Present told Past and Future,
You already said that, said Past,
And you will say it again, Future told them,
I am bored, Present said again.
We will have an argument in a few seconds, Future explained,
You can’t do that! Present said, You always manipulate us like that!
Indeed! Why must you do this? Past agreed, It is not fair to us, you seem to have an unfair advantage over us!
Well, I’m right! Future defended,
It still is not fair! Past said,
We always argue! Present sighed,
Past had an idea; We should have a Judge created, a bender of the rules of time!
We will name him TimeBender, future informed them,
I will create him! They all three said at once, but this time, Past had authority, for it had already been done.
THE SECOND CHAPTER:
I awoke for the first time last Saturday, but I have the memories from my past twenty years of life. I am not sure how this works…
Let me introduce myself, I am TimeBender, I can bend time, pretty straight forward. The catch is; I have no family, no mom, no dad, no brother, no sister, I am alone. Don’t get me wrong, I have a few friends, There is Conrad, Hubert Cumberdale, and Big D. Big D is older than the rest of us, I don’t know how old, he always seems to have an air of authority, and he likes cats… and black things. He always seems to know the answer to a question, sometimes before we ask it, but the rest of us have gotten used to that.
Now it is Friday, I have existed for almost a week.
I meet Big D at the bus stop.
“Good afternoon TimeBender,” He nodded at me,
“Hey Big D,” the bus arrived, we got on. We sat towards the back of the bus, across from us, sat a jittery thin man, with a stack of history books titled; The Rise of the Ninja Empire: 1875, something told me this history didn’t check out…
I looked out the window, there was a red light, before anyone could react, there was a car accident, a big one, a convertible, ran into a truck, sending it flying towards the bus, I froze time before it hit. Big D looked at me,
“Now what are you going to do?” wait what? How did he do that I thought,
“How did you do that?” he smiled,
“Look who’s talking!” he was right, “Anyway, what are you going to do now?”
“Um… can you give me a hand?”
We hauled all the people out of the bus, and the flying car, and sat them on the side of the road, the world was so peaceful when frozen in time, but also lonely, nothing moves, or makes a sound, our footsteps echoed against skyscrapers. We sat the last frozen man on the sidewalk, and I unfroze time, and we watched the crash, it was like un-pausing a movie, in the middle of an action sequence.
“So what did you learn today TimeBender?” Big D asked me,
“That I can save twenty three people with the snap of my fingers,” Big D grinned, “and?”
“Time freezes around you, but I don’t know why?” I looked at him, when he stood up to his full height, he looked nearly seven feet tall! But this didn’t make sense, I knew he was only a few inches taller than me, and I was five foot ten.
“I am more than a business man from downtown, Timebender, I am timeless, more timeless then even you!” Big D looked down at me, “You will figure it all out soon enough.”
The Police and Aid Cars came within five minutes, but there was nobody to save.
A week later, in Futures part of time, a history book writer that had been on a bus, and then suddenly not on a bus, was putting the events of a week before together.
How had it happened? He wondered, One moment I was on the bus, the next I wasn’t.
I sat at my table, staring at a face clock, I spent the next forty five seconds moving time forward and back, when I was finished, three hours had been lost to the world. I soon realized, time manipulation powers are boring… Big D was then beside me, I knew he had not been there a second before, but at the same time it felt as if he had been with me the whole day.
“You need to experiment with what you can do,” he told me,” only then will you realize your true power!”
“Okay,” I bent time back an hour, “How do I experiment?”
“You start by getting off your ass!” he lifted me with one arm out of my chair and onto my feet.
“Try to manipulate history,” he explained, “go back in time and talk to your childhood self,” that gave me an idea. I felt the rush of the shifting air, and the rise in heat, it weakened me slightly, but a traveled back in time a few million years. I came to a dinosaur nest, and scooped up a newborn baby raptor, I then traveled forward in time, and gave it to my childhood self,
“Take this,” I told little Timebender,
“What is it?” he asked me,
“It’s a baby Velociraptor,” I explained, “A carnivorous dinosaur,”
“What do I do with it?” he looked at me funny,
“You train it, teach it to be loyal to you,” I handed him a dog training book, “This will help teach you how to train it properly, it will also need a name,”
“Jimmi!” he exclaimed, the Velociraptor screeched in reply to its new name, and I rushed forward in time back to the present/ future thing I knew as my home time.
THE THIRD CHAPTER:
“Excellent!” Big D said when I appeared again, “Though I recommend either cloning him, or going back and capturing a female at some point, if Jimmi dies, there will be no more Velociraptors in the world, except dead ones!” Jimmi the Velociraptor screeched when he heard his name mentioned.
Gill stared at his stack of history books, he had written all of the history books in the stack, twelve of them. He hadn’t done much research; he just figured people would believe there was a Ninja Empire
E in the late eighteen hundreds or that George Washington sailed over on the Mayflower. The problem was, nobody did, and there were too many historians that knew the truth, the truth that would run his company out of business.
But then there was the incident on the bus, he has escaped a horrific crash, by being transported to the sidewalk, as if someone had manipulated time itself. If someone could manipulate time, the he may be able to change history, so it would match Gill’s books! Then all the other history book writers would be wrong. That would show them!
Once all of that was taken care of, he could get back to work on his family’s historical biography McNaughton: The Legacy!
I soon realized four months had passed since the last page break. I had manipulated time to my advantage. I was now royal blood and had a pet Velociraptor, as well as three hundred Spartan warriors guarding my house. My friends no longer existed, except Big D, but he has disappeared a few days ago, I don’t think he is very happy with me.
Then pirates attacked! No, not people dressed as pirates, real pirates, and probably around two hundred of them…
Big D appeared next to me!
“It took you long enough!” I glared at him,
“No,” he answered to me,
“What?” I was confused, “What are you talking about?” he pulled down his hood to reveal a skull head,
“You should have figured it out,” he told me, “I misjudged you!” He shook his head, “and now it has all gone to your head!”
“What are you?” I was afraid now, my friend, my mentor, he was a skeleton!
“I am the master of time,” he stated simply,
“What do you mean? I thought I was the master of time!”
“You are the bender of time, Timebender, nothing more, you can manipulate time… but I created it!”
“This is not possible! I won’t let this be true! I can get rid of you with my powers!”
“The power has gone to your head, Tiembender, you have really screwed thing up!”
“No!”
“I AM DEATH!” he nearly blew me out of my chair! “And you no longer exist!”
And then, there was nothing.
Mr. James Samuel
James Samuel was a modern English gentleman. He enjoyed dressing in black trench coats and wearing top hats, and he carried a fashionable cane.
James Samuel had a respectable job at Cubicle Incorporated. He sat comfortably every day in his six foot by six foot “office.”
It was a cloudy Tuesday, and James Samuel had just gotten off of the train. He looked around and checked his watch, he was still on time. He took a few steps forward, and then he realized someone was narrating his every move!
“Who’s that?” he asked looking around, “No, shut up, seriously who’s there?”
Nobody.
“That’s a bloody lie and you know it!” said James Samuel; he took a cautionary step forward, “Ha! I knew it, every step I take!” he made small circles with his pinky, “Every little thing I do! You’re narrating it like a story!”
It is a story!
“No it isn’t, it’s my life!” People in the subway station started looking at James funny, a few muttered things like ‘loony’ or, ‘raving crack-head’
“What!”
You heard me,
“Stop it! You’re manipulating me!”
Just doing my job,
“Well stop!”
Ha ha!
“It’s not funny!” passersby started steering clear of Mr. Samuel, not getting within five feet of him…
“Bloody hell,” James muttered and began walking up the stairs to the street,
“This is madness,”
This is Sparta!
“Just shut up!” James cursed the heavens, “Leave me alone!”
I’m not in the sky…
“I don’t give a care where you are, just shut up!”
I can’t, you keep doing things!
James Samuel stood still, and did nothing. For a while he waited, doing noting…
A sniper bullet whistled past his head!
“Shit!” James yelled, “That isn’t fair!” two more bullets barely missed him! “Knock it off!” James began to run.
An hour later he arrived home,
“Augh! I thought I’d lost you!” he cursed; he began rummaging through his belongings and found some earplugs, and put them in, attempting to block the narrator out.
Sorry, that won’t work James, I’m still here!
“Damn!” James threw his earplugs on the ground, “I’m going to take a shower!” he said, “A cold shower!"
You do that,
James found his way in to the bathroom, and screamed when he pulled back the shower curtain,
“What the bloody hell is that!”
That would be Jimmi the Velociraptor,
“What?” James had fallen and was now sitting on the tile floor,
He’s from the last story I told,
“What do you mean ‘last’ story?”
The one before this one,
“This is not a story, it is my life!”
It is the story of your life,
“Forget that, what am I supposed to do with a Velociraptor!” Jimmi was at this point licking James’ face,
He likes you!
“That is beside the point!” James pushed Jimmi off, “What am I supposed to do with him?”
You could start by giving him a steak before he rips you to shreads!
“I don’t have a steak! I’m a vegetarian!” Then a steak appeared next to him, “Oh, er, thanks…?”
You are very welcome!