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Sentience of Time – Chapter XVIII

Sep 15, 13 Sentience of Time – Chapter XVIII

The following story is a work of fiction and is 100 percent original work. I will be publishing a chapter per week on Saturdays, which can be viewed right here on redOrbit Blogs / Sci-Fi Saturday. I have always been interested in writing science fiction and this is a step toward realizing my dreams. I hope you enjoy this serial novel a chapter at a time!

Chapter XVIII: Reunited

(June 9, 1:05 p.m.)

After pulling the car into a small wooded area along this dirt road north of Indigo Hook earlier that morning, Jack knew Jazz needed some more sleep. While Jazz was able to sleep for a good chunk of the day, Jack could not bring himself to a restful state. He was on fire inside, going through the motions in his head, trying to make sense of everything that had transpired the past few days.

But what really shook his core, was why did the convenience store clerk make that call. He went over it in his head but couldn’t make sense of it at all. What he did know was that Jazz needed to somehow find and converge with her future self before she could return to her much-farther in time future world.

Jack reached over and shook Jazz’s shoulder. “Wake up, its afternoon already.”

Jazz rolled from her curled position in the passenger seat and stretched as she moved into a sitting position. She rubbed her eyes and glanced over at Jack. “What time is it?” she asked, while yawning.

“It’s just after 1 p.m.”

Jazz shot up in her seat, immediately growing alert. “What? We have to go now. I know I am close. I can feel something pulling at me, drawing me closer.”

Jazz opened the car door and plopped out. She stood and looked around then looked back down into the car. “Where are we anyway?”

“We are in small secluded area by that dirt road.” Jack pointed back to the clearing where the old dirt road was.

Jazz plunked back down into the seat of the car and shut the door easily. She peered over at Jack. “Okay, we have to follow the dirt road. I know that’s where we meet. I can feel it.”

Jack was not so sure, but was not going to protest. He turned the ignition, slapped the stick into reverse and backed up toward the dirt road — It was 1:15 p.m.

After several minutes Jazz felt the uneasiness increase within her. She motioned for Jack to stop the car. “We are close. I can feel it. We need to walk from here.”

“So, how is the going to work?” Jack scratched his head. “I mean, has this happened before?”

Jazz shook her head from side to side. “No… not with me. Not with anyone that I know of. I guess it is common sense that two identical forms of matter cannot exist in the same spot. Perhaps I have to physical touch my future self for this, for whatever it is, to happen.” She looked at Jack with deepness in her heart. “And Jack, I may not remember you after this happens; I do not know which particular form of matter wins out here.”

Jazz opened the door and cautiously stepped out onto the path. “She may be here any moment. What time is it now?”

Jack looked at his watch. “1:23.”

“Oh, I am close. Maybe you should stay here.” Jazz said back at Jack.

“NO!” Jack spoke out. “I am coming.”

As Cobi sped down the dirt path he noticed dust settling back down to Earth ahead of him. He slowed down. This made him realize that someone else was now on this road ahead of him. He cautiously drove forward looking for any signs.

“What the hell?” he said to himself. “Something doesn’t seem right here.”

Jazz and Jack walked cautiously down the path only a few hundred feet. Suddenly, Jazz came to a dead stop and her hands covered her mouth. “Ohhh!” She cried out. “What is that?”

A small pool of drying blood on the edge of the dirt road appeared to lead to a trail into the edge of the woods. Jazz focused her attention up toward the wooded area and as their eyes met everything seemed to come to a standstill. “Oh, what happened?”

Jack froze in disbelief. He didn’t think it was possible that another Jazz existed in the immediate future. As well he didn’t believe that what was transpiring was even remotely possible. But it was, and still, he could not move.

Jazz raced to her other self’s side, but as she approached a wave of energy began pouring around them. Jazz backed off slowly until the wave ceased. Her other self looked up in disbelief.

“What, what is going on here?” the future Jazz spoke. “Who are you?”

Jazz began to cry. “What happened to you? Who did this?” She looked back at Jack. “What is happening?” she fell to the ground and wept.

Jack looked around him. All was still calm. “I don’t know. But something seems very odd. I mean, I don’t think I should be here. Something is not right.” Jack looked back down the dirt path. He heard what sounded like a car motor in the distance. “Someone is coming!” he called out.

Jazz looked over at her bloody, dying other self. “Who did this?”

“Cobi. Cobi did it!” She coughed as she tried to sit herself up. “He may be coming back. He tried to kill me.”

“What?” Jazz cried out even more. “Cobi? Cobi who?”

“Cobi Heathro. He is here and he wants something. And I think he is coming back now. He has a gun and he will use it.” The other Jazz reached out to her past self. “How is this possible?”

Jazz stood up and tried to wipe away the tears that were enveloping her eyes and running down her cheeks. She peered down the dirt path where the sound grew louder. “How is Cobi Heathro here? It cannot be. He’s dead!”

“He’s here and he is going kill me, you and your friend. We have something he wants.” The other Jazz tried to speak more but she was too weak.

Jazz ran to Jack. “I have to converge with her now, then whatever happens, happens. I suggest you hide, or run.” Jazz ran back over to her other self. “I don’t have time to explain this but we need to merge together in order to go home. I will fix this.”

Jack returned his attention just as Jazz and her other self were about to collide. The wave of energy began to reappear. Jazz reached down to touch her other self and looked back toward Jack. The energy intensified and flashes of light began to emanate from both Jazzes.

Cobi halted as he approached the car sitting in the road. He stepped out and noticed ahead a bright flash of light. He pulled his gun and walked to the car cautiously, yet in a hurried manner. He peered into the car and found it empty. He walked to the edge of the woods and peered around the corner down toward the light.

Cobi saw a man standing there in the road watching as what looked like two women holding hands. A mass of light surrounded them. Cobi raced down the path to get a better look, but stopped dead in his tracks when he realized it was another Jazz. He look on in shock as the energy consumed them.

Jazz felt the energy rip through her. She looked down and her other self was beginning to ripple away into the light, as the wave continued to engulf them. She looked back at Jack but quickly focused her attention to another man standing beside him. It was Cobi Heathro.

Jazz watched in horror as Cobi raised his arm, which was holding a gun. It was pointing in her direction. Jazz quickly looked back and jumped on top of herself. A huge flash of light filled the air as a bullet raced through the air.

Jack turned as he heard the gunshot go off to see the man standing there with a drawn gun. Without a moment’s notice he leaped toward the man, who was less than half his size. He grasped onto his forearm and yanked it down. As he tried to wrestle it from him, the wave of energy dissipated and the calmness in the air returned.

Cobi yanked away from Jack and swung around bringing his right leg up into the side of Jack. Jack hunched over in pain from the kick, stepping back a few feet. Cobi, himself, jumped back and held his gun on Jack. “Don’t move again,” He yelled out as he looked toward the wooded area.

Stay tuned next week for Chapter XIX

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When not sitting at the computer pushing out quality stories for redOrbit, Lawrence enjoys his continued passion for writing on a personal scale, as remains unseen in any of his previously unpublished works. However, this passion drives him to continue on, writing about anything that just happens to plunge into his consciousness from some previously hidden, dark, far-away region where most ideas typically hail from.

When not writing, Lawrence enjoys drawing, and spending time with his wife, following the road less traveled, searching for lost treasures. He is also stuck in the 80s, which may explain a few things! Or not!!

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