RKMBs Forums .::Important::. Writer's Block Hero Revolution [A new beginning] #0

posted 09-29-2001 03:49 AM

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"Sit your bum down, lad," I hear from my left.
I turn to the source of the voice. A man, looking to be in his fifties. He grabs my arm, and yanks me down into the seat next to him.

"Quite a scene you're makin' there, lad," The man said. His accent is a little strange. What is that? Scottish?

"I don't know when this is and I'm naked and I'm on a train and I'm naked and I'm not sure exactly what the hell is going on..." I hear myself mumble.

Shit. I'm rambling incoherently. I promised myself I'd never do that.

"Yeh look like yeh could use a drink..." The man says. I think I'm nodding, but I can't be sure. I'm panicking too much to be in complete control of my bodily functions. There is now very little connection between my brain and my muscles.

"Well, first yeh could use some clothes," The man says.

This time I'm almost certain I'm nodding. At this point I notice that all the passengers around me are staring. I hastily arrange my hands to gain myself at least a small measure of privacy.

"...right... clothes..." I say.

What the hell is going on?

Time machine. I was in a time machine. Is this the past? Or the future? When am I? Where am I? Who are these people? Where is this train going?

Keep thinking rationally, Daniel. It must be the past. This train's an antique, and there are no deserts left in eighty-three...

"Above your head, lad."

"...what...?"

"Above your head."

I turn and look at the man. He's pointing to the overhead luggage compartment.

"Clothes," He says. I reach up and pull down his suitcase, then hand it to him. He opens it, and rifles through it.

"Let's see... pants... shirt..." He mumbles, sifting through his luggage. He pulls out a pair of pants and a shirt, and hands them to me.

"They might be a tad big for yeh, lad, but they'll do for now," He says.

"Are... are you sure? That's... generous of you..." I say, taking the clothes.

"Yeh obviously need them a lot more than I do, lad," He says, gesturing towards the still-staring passengers.

"Right..." I say, and hastily put the clothes on.

"Thank you, very, very much..." I say to the man.

"Don't mention it. Now, about that drink... 'ere lass, could yeh get this lad a beer? Put it on my tab," He yells out, waving to the stewardess at the other end of the carriage. She nods, and smiles. I don't think she saw me naked, or I'd probably be kicked off the train...

"Now that the pressing matter of clothing is dealt with, it's time for formal introductions, wouldn't yeh say?" The man says to me, and holds out a hand.

"Gus McKellan."

"Daniel Hearn..." I say softly, shaking his outstretched hand.

"Pleasure to meet yeh," Gus says. I nod in agreement.

The stewardess arrives with my beer. She pulls down the small tabletop from the back of the seat in front me, and sets the beer down on it.

"Thanks," I say to her. She smiles at me, and walks away.

"Cute one, eh?" Gus says to me, elbowing me in the ribs and smiling. I laugh.

Gus seems nice.

"Excuse me Gus... this might seem like a strange question..."

"Yeh hopped on a train in the middle of the desert stark bloody naked. We're way past strange, lad."

"...right... but... do you happen to know what the date is today?"

He smiles. "Twenty ninth o' September."

"And... the year?"

"Two thousand one, lad. I tell yeh, I question the current state of the education system when a young lad doesn't even know what year he's livin' in..."

"It's... kind of a long story, Gus..."

"This is a long train trip. I could do wi' some entertainment, Danny. But first of all, how old are yeh? Yeh seem a bit young to be hoppin' on trains naked in the middle o' the desert..."

"Twenty. Or... minus sixty-two... depending on how you look at it," I answer.

He looks confused at this answer.

"All right, then. How 'bout tellin' me that story yeh got now?"

I lower my voice, so as not to be heard by neighbouring passengers.

"Uh... hmm. I'm from the future."

Gus remains silent.

"Uh... two thousand eighty-three, to be exact. I was on a holiday in a small village, name of Fitzroy or somesuch... just east of some place called Mandelovia. I was born in Australia, this was quite a trip for me. So I'm wandering the streets, checking out the sites. I end up wandering through some back alleys, and getting hopelessly lost... Worked my way through the brick buildings and everything, trying to find my way back to the main street, just getting more and more lost... ended up in some tiny alley off some tiny back street surrounded by abandoned buildings with not a person in sight... then, I stumble across this hologram wall..."

"...hologram... wall?" Gus says.

"A wall that's not really a wall... it just looks like a wall. You can go through it... I figure, there must be people in there, maybe there's a phone or something. I walk on in, wander some hallways for a while. Stumbled on a laboratory... blacked out. Woke up stuck in a plastic tube, being experimented on. After a while, some guys with guns broke into the lab, attacked the place. I crawled into a machine to get out of the line of fire. It was a time machine, though I didn't know that at the... time. The thing blew up, I wound up here in the desert."

Gus is silent.

I'm silent.

Gus is still silent.

"Most ridiculous thing you've ever heard, right?"

"Pretty much," Gus replies.

"Wait... these experiments... I think I can give myself animal parts."

Gus is silent again.

"Tiger claws," I say. The pain hits, and I flinch. Something in my brain goes into action. My hand contorts, changes.

Gus looks down in shock towards my newly grown tiger claws.

"Holy Jesus on a Harley..." He says softly.

"Reverse," I say. I flinch again. The tiger claws disappear.

The stewardess suddenly appears next to us.

"Tickets, please," She says.

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Posts: 338 | From: 37.49 S, 144.58 E | Registered: Aug 2001 | IP: Logged

GoozX
MBL Leader
Youngin'
Member # 208

posted 09-29-2001 12:39 PM

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“Mission accomplished”.

God I love saying that word, it gives me such a rush. The truck has picked up the subject and will be taking him to the labs out in the desert near Navada. What happens from there? I don't know, nor do I even care.

I get my mission, I fill it and I get another. No questions, it's not my place to ask, nor do I want to. The World is just this big messed up little globe, I like sleeping at night. People who ask the questions, they don't sleep. Truth hurts.

A message appears for me. Dangerous subject lose on streets, multiple agents down. People turning into cows, others have had their heads blown off.

Red alert.

This is bad. I don't want to know how or why. I just want to stop this freak.

Yeah, that's what I do, STOP THESE FREAKS!

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Posts: 53 | From: Promethean City/ Thunder City, USA | Registered: Aug 2001 | IP: Logged

I'm Not Mister Mxypltk
Professional Wanker
Me Rikey Rob!
Member # 76

posted 09-30-2001 12:11 AM

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"How wonderfull these beings are..." the long-haired happy man walking on the street with light in his eyes thinks "I thought cows were the best in this place. I though I was fixing them by turning them into cows, but I was wrong..."
"And this bodies..." he thinks, as he starts jumping around "this bodies are perfect! Additions like this 'coat' make them even better! Ooooh! I must get one of those things they put on their heads!"

He walks into a department store and starts looking for a hat... One of the sales-women sees him and asks him:
"Can I help you?"
"WHOA!" he shouts when he sees her "Your body is way better than mine! Where did you get those? I've seen other people wearing them, but yours are perfect!"
"I-I'm sorry...?!"
"And your face! It's so... Is there a word for it? Do you have one?"
"I..." she says, blushing.
"Gob, I love this place! You asked me if you could help, and it would rude if I ignored that question, wouldn't I? The truth is you can help me. I am looking for one of those things you people put in your head... Do you have those?"
The woman stares at him for a second. Only now she notices the light coming out his eyes. He doesn't have anything against against metas... One of her uncles is one... But this guy makes her nervous. And, at the same time, gives her a good feeling...
"I-If you are looking for a hat..."
"Hat! What a wonderfull word that is! HAT!"
"...we, uh, have some... I could show you if you follow me..."
"That's the only condition? Following you? I'm happy to, then!"

As they start walking, the manager notices the long-haired happy man with light in his eyes and says "Is Shirley attending a meta again?? I'm gonna have to talk to her about that..."
"Oh, you know how she is..." a large sales-woman says "She's probably too shy to tell him to get lost!"

Shirley starts showing him several hats, nervously...
"Well, we have--"
"I want that one!!!" he shouts, pointing at a large top hat.
"A top hat...? OK, that one costs 35,00..."
"Sure..." he says as he puts on the hat "How does it look on me?"
"Uh... G-Good..."
"All right! Do you have a... ummm, this is hard to explain... like a window, but..."
She hands him a mirror.
"Wow... you read my mind" he says, smiling.
She shyly smiles back.
"Well, I thank you for your help, but I'm afraid I have to leave now... How do they call you, by the way?"
"Uh.. Shirley... you are still gonna...?"
"Shirley! Ah! Shirley! So that's how they call things that give you pleasure when you look at them here! My name is Mister Mxy. It's been a pleasure, Shirley. Good bye."
He kisses her on her forehead and leaves. She is completely hipnotized.
As he leaves he hears the manager shotuing "SHIRLEY! COME HERE!".
Then he thinks again about how wonderfull these human beings are, and he sees a woman walking by. As he apreciates her body, her head blows up.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!" he shouts "Why?? Why destroy something as--"
Another head blows up.
"NO--"
And another one blows up, and another one.
He looks to his right and notices dozens of heads are blowing up in that direction. Standing in the middle of the blood shower is a man dressed with black pants and a black shirt. He has never seen him before, but he recognizes him inmediatly.
It's Mister Ktl. His other half.
He starts running to the killer, screaming his name.
"Fool!" the killer shouts "Don't you realize we will cancel each other?"
He ignores him, and keeps running. The light in his eyes gets brighter, and starts surrounding him, like an aura.
"FOOL!!!" the Ktl shouts, as he gets closer.
As soon as Mxy's "aura" touches Ktl, Ktl is sent flying away for 20 feet, and Mxy inmediatly stops running, to avoid touching him.
As Ktl lies uncouncious in the blood covered street, Mxy curses him. He is now gone, but this is only temporary, he will be back soon.
Now that the blood shower stopped he can see the dead bodies everywhere. He thinks about "fixing" the mutilated bodies, but soon he realizes he can't recover their souls.
Then he decides to dissapear, in case the local authorities decide to show up...

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Ktlpyxm Retsim Ton M'i!

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