Story Based on Titor

Untitled by Chris Perez

A story based on the writings of John Titor, time traveler.

Chapter 1
A man sat silently on a stool in the northeast corner of an apartment. The room was very plain; the walls were painted a dull green, and the floor was rotting wood. Soft gray light poured in from a window on the north side of the room. There was a sniper rifle lain across the man’s lap. He wore a gray bulletproof vest under a very peculiar article of clothing – a full-length black titanium suit of mail. Over this he had a long black trench coat. Slung over his back were an AK-47 assault rifle and a 12-gauge automatic shotgun. He had holsters containing handguns on the outside of both of his thighs. On his belt he had two Mac-10 submachine guns and a long sword. All down the sides of his gray denim pants and on the inside of his coat were extra magazines and cartridges of Teflon-coated ammo. His brown hair was cut short at about one inch, and his face was clean-shaven, revealing old scars.
From the average man’s point of view, he was an insane killing machine. This was partially correct. He glanced at his watch.
Three more minutes, he thought.
Outside he heard the cheers of hundreds, all for the inauguration parade that was beginning. Red, white, and blue decorations were strewn everywhere on the street outside.
“Ignorant fools,” he thought to himself.
This is not America as we know it. This is the urban part of a divided nation in the year 2017. To understand this, here is a history lesson:
* * * *
On March 20, 2005, militants seize control of a New York college campus. Over the next few months, similar incidents happen all over the nation. By 2006, Rural America recedes from Urban America, resulting in Civil War II. Rural America takes these actions because they notice that the government is beginning to take away their basic constitutional rights. The entire nation gets forced into this war, resulting in a draft with a draft age of fourteen.
In 2008, Russia becomes communist again, and changes their name to the Soviet Union. Again. The conflict in the North America goes on for years, until N-Day. N-Day is remembered as the most terrible day in the history of Earth, and also the start of World War III. On December 24, 2015, the Soviet Union launches an all-out nuclear strike on China, Europe, the Korea-Taiwan-Japan Union, and Urban America. Within one day, one billion people are killed. Almost half of Urban America is killed, and the survivors are mostly out fighting Rural America. The Korea-Taiwan-Japan Union is completely leveled with no survivors. Europe and China form and alliance as Eurochina and retaliate by sending in a total of five hundred million soldiers into the Soviet Union, pushing the Soviets through Siberia back to the Arctic Circle.
As a sign of gratitude for destroying most of Urban America, Rural America launches one thousand hydrogen bombs on Eurochina and their troops in the Soviet territory. One warhead strays and hits the central command center of the Soviet Union, destroying the communist government there. The surviving Soviets change their name back to Russia, again, and extend forcefully their borders over all of Eurasia and Africa. The Russians set up another new government similar to the original US constitution. World War III comes to an abrupt end. Over the next year, an additional one billion die as a result of the war. In December 2016, Rural America annexes Canada, Mexico, Australia, Central and South America, and the Caribbean, but is still fighting Urban America.
* * * *
It is Inauguration Day 2017 in Urban America, and the assassin still sat silently in an apartment building on East Capitol Street in Washington, DC. He glanced at his watch.
Less than a minute, he thought, Showtime.
He picked up his rifle and got up in a low crouch, then slowly walked towards the window.
“Our new president has been sworn in and is now leaving the Capitol Building,” an announcer outside said over a loudspeaker.
Sitting beneath the window, the assassin reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a silver PDA. He procured a stylus from its slot. He opened a program and instantly he had access to live camera bugs that had been placed all over the area months in advance. Camera 1 was above the window and faced north. Camera 2 was across the street facing south. Camera 3 was positioned on the roof of his building and showed the street up to the Capitol Building. In Camera 3 he noticed that the president was nearing his location. The president walked next to the black presidential limo. He was wearing a black suit and a green tie, with a dozen armed soldiers and secret service members surrounding him.
The president was about ten yards from the desired location, and the assassin slowly got up with the rifle already in the crook of his arm. As he leaned his head into the scope, his hands began to tremble and his heart began to pound relentlessly. He killed many others in the past, what makes a president different? He began to wonder why he volunteered for this mission…
Chapter 2
“Oh Lord, please help me,” moaned a wounded soldier, lying in a clearing in the middle of a forest. His right leg was bleeding profusely, “Someone help me!”
His battalion had abandoned him when the enemy discovered them. They had been sent to observe enemy supply movements from a concealed location near a warehouse. After five days, their own supply route cost them their cover, and a group of soldiers were sent in to exterminate them. He was shot about ten times in the leg with an assault rifle. Because of the dense trees and brush in the forest, the enemy soldiers did not know whether he was dead or not, and assumed he was about to when they heard screams. They returned to the warehouse, and the wounded soldier’s battalion retreated.
“There’s another one,” said a voice from behind the trees, “is he alive?”
“I think so,” said another “I’ll go check.”
The owner of the second stepped into the clearing. She wore a black long sleeve shirt and baggy camouflage pants. Over her shirt she had a brown coat that fell down to above her knees. She was about eighteen and had medium length black hair.
“What is your name and which army were you in?” she asked.
“My name is Dan Harris,” the soldier groaned, “and I am from the Urban army stationed at…”
“Where are you injured?” she inquired.
“I was shot in the leg a few times.”
“How long have you been out here?”
“What time is it?”
“Ten in the morning.”
“Then about four hours.”
The woman took some paper towels out of the bag she was carrying at her side, and then some gauze, which she wrapped tightly around Dan’s leg.
“John! Carry this man back to camp quickly to see a medic!” she yelled back into the forest.
“Don’t worry Sara,” said a large black man walking into the clearing, “I’ve got him.”
The John threw Dan over his shoulder and began walking with the rest of his group, Sara followed behind him.
“Who are you people?” Dan asked.
“My name is Sara Brown, and the man carrying you is John Taylor. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with us.”
Dan’s head went limp and fell on John’s back. Sara grabbed Dan’s neck and felt around for an artery.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “He’s only passed out.”
* * * *
“Are those blood tests done?”
“Yes, his blood is AB, no viruses or allergies found.”
“How’s his pulse?”
“Wait a minute…normal.”
“Someone, we need a clean transfusion for type AB.”
“Got it, here.”
“We need an anesthetic for him.”
Dan opened his eyes. He was unfamiliar infirmary tent with a team of three doctors.
“Hey,” he asked, “where am I?”
“Be quiet and start breathing.”
A doctor placed a mask over his face and he fell asleep almost instantly.
“Sara said he was shot in the leg,” one doctor said, “let’s check it out.”
They unwrapped Dan’s leg began washing it off. When that was finished, a nurse ran in the room pushing a cart of medical tools. One doctor picked up a scalpel and cut an incision in the man’s leg.
“I think he’ll be fine, the shots didn’t go too deep.”
They then began, one by one, pulling all nine bullets from his leg. When finished, they sewed the incision up with wire, after which. They wrapped the leg with gauze.
“Get him a to a recovery room,” said a doctor to a pair of nurses. They placed him on a stretcher and wheeled him to another room in the tent, where they placed him on a bed. They ran out of the room and returned with bags of blood and nutrition, which they pumped intravenously into his body.
* * * *
“Good, you’re awake.”
Dan opened his eyes and looked around. He was lying in an infirmary bed, and Sara was sitting in a chair next to him, and John was standing on the other side of the bed. He saw out the doorway to his room doctors rushing back and forth.
“Where the hell am I?” he asked.
“You were shot in the woods and we brought you back to our camp,” John replied.
“Camp? The only “camp” I know of near where I was shot is twenty miles away,” he said, “You couldn’t have gotten me there fast enough for me to survive!”
“This is not an urban army outpost,” Sara explained.
“You’re the Rural army! As soon as I recover I’ll return to base and tell the commander all about your goddamn camp!”
“No you won’t,” John calmly replied, “You’ll have a change of heart after you learn the truth. Anyways, why would you kill the people who saved your life?”
“I didn’t need your help.”
“You were bleeding everywhere and had nine bullets in your leg,” Sara said, “You would have die in three days. I had the same reaction when they saved me two years ago. Here, I’ll give you the book I learned the truth from.”
Sara and John walked out of the room, and Sara returned about five minutes later with a thick wire-bound book with a black cover. She placed it on Dan’s nightstand and walked off.
What a load of crap, Dan thought, I’m not reading that.
As the minutes passed, Dan got bored and eventually read the book. It told about how the old United States government passed Patriot Acts to limit its citizens freedoms, how its central bank’s real purpose was to put the country in perpetual debt, and how it is controlled by secret societies. The more he read, the more he was interested, and the more he was interested, the more he believed.
Over the next week, Dan finished the book, and quickly recovered. John and Sara made frequent visits, and Dan eventually became good friends with them. By the end of the week, Dan’s doctor said he was ready to go to rehabilitation, but Dan’s recovery was so good that he didn’t need much. After a few weeks living at the camp, Dan joined the Rural military and eventually climbed the ranks and became a commander.
Chapter 3
The president was about ten yards from the desired location, and Dan slowly got up with the rifle already in the crook of his arm. As he leaned his head into the scope, his hands began to tremble and his heart began to pound relentlessly. He focused the crosshairs of his firearm square on the side president’s skull. His hands shook as he began pulling the trigger. He heard the clicking of the firing mechanism, and the impact on the back of the bullet. The bullet flew through the air as civilians began to scream at the fire of a gun. The president turned his head a bit right as the bullet neared his right temple. The Teflon bullet made contact, ripping through flesh and bone. The bullet ripped through part of his brain, the roof of his mouth, and out his left cheek right above his jawbone. Dan reached into his pocket and pulled out a walkie-talkie.
“He’s dead,” he said, “send in the troops.”
“Are you sure he’s dead?” the voice on the other end of the line said.
Dan dropped his rifle on the ground, and pulled his shotgun off his shoulder. He aimed the shotgun at the president’s torso and fired one shot in his chest.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Dan put the walkie-talkie back in his pocket and put the shotgun over his shoulder again. He pulled the two submachine guns off his belt and stormed out the door. There were soldiers already coming up the stairs on one end of the hallway. The soldiers fired a few shots that hit Dan’s armor, and he responded by giving a few of them early deaths. He faced the soldiers and began walking backwards towards the fire escape at the end of the hallway. He kept shooting at them with one gun, and when that one ran out of bullets, he fired the other one and reloaded the empty one.
When he reached the window above the fire escape, he jumped out the window and ducked behind the wall. He placed the two guns on his belt again, and grabbed his assault rifle. He kept down, but held the rifle above the wall and fired left and right into the hallway for a few seconds. After about a minute, he got up, ran down the fire escape and through and alley to get away from the parade route.
He placed his assault rifle over him again and took out his shotgun. He shot the soldiers that pursued him. When he had to reload, he backed into a doorway to reload. When finished, he kept walking backwards and firing at the same time.
When he ran out of shells, he whipped the gun at a soldier’s face and broke his skull. He took out his assault rifle and tore them to pieces with shrapnel. Soldiers began advancing from behind, so he turned around and charged towards them, breaking their lines, while the ones he had been fighting earlier only hit his armor.
After slaughtering the ones he just charged, he had run out of ammo for that gun, so he pulled out the submachine guns and ran farther away. He ran up to a tank, jumped on top, and threw open the hatch. He jumped in and killed three operators. He shoved them aside and took the cannon operator’s chair. He rotated the cannon around and blasted five soldiers to pieces. When his area was clear, he left the submachine guns in the tank and ran off, his only remaining weapons were handguns and a sword.
He drew his guns and ran off. In the distance, he saw his reinforcements coming down the street. He stood in the middle of the road waving as the convoy came near. A few more soldiers came from behind, all of which he felled quickly, completely depleting his ammunition. He drew his sword and held it by his side as the convoy approached. One of the soldiers he shot was still moving and was attempting to shoot him, but Dan quickly stabbed him. He stepped to the side of the road as they sped past, but one transport stopped to pick him up.
“Get in,” Sara yelled, “I see you wasted all your ammo. Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty.”
Chapter 4
Dan jumped in and sat in the passenger’s seat of a transport the vehicle. It resembled a heavily armored high-tech multilevel bus. On the sides were remote operated machinegun turrets. On top there was a rotating artillery cannon. The soldiers sat on the bottom floor, and on the second floor were computer terminals, extra weapons, and the driver’s seat. John drove and Sara operated a terminal.
“How many?” asked John.
“Too many,” Dan replied, “they wouldn’t stop coming.”
“We’ll judging by the fact that the only weapon you have now is a sword,” Sara added, “I’d say around a hundred.”
“Well now I’m only going to bring the assault rifle and ammo for that,” Dan said, “I could have used that more than I did.”
Dan walked to the back cargo area and grabbed an AK-47 and slung it over his shoulder. He then grabbed dozens of extra clips and secured them all over himself. He then walked to the front of the transport and sat in a chair behind the driver’s seat.
“What are the general’s orders?” he asked.
“This group here is to go to storm the Capitol Building,” replied John.
“Bring up troop locations on screen,” he said to Sara. A long screen on his left then showed a map of Washington with troop locations in red. Along Capitol Street was a blockade to let their transport in from the east.
“There are bombers approaching from the west and will arrive in about an hour,” she said, “Also, there are ground reinforcements coming from the south.”
“Enter from the north and have a decoy transport go to the blockade, they’ll be expecting us. There will be less resistance to the north. John, go around the Capitol at a radius of at least half a mile,” Dan said.
“Yes sir, I’ll inform the sergeants,” replied an operator.
“No, only tell the driver of the decoy,” Dan responded.
“Yes, sir.”
They turned the transport north and kept going for a mile, after which they went west. Through the windshield Sara caught a glimpse of an enemy blockade ahead of them.
“Dan, blockade at twelve o’clock!” she yelled.
“Run down those that you can and get the soldier to their battle stations!” Dan ordered.
Side turrets rotated at their trajectory and opened fire on the blockade. As the soldiers fell the artillery turret rotated into position and destroyed two tanks. They approached the blockade at a speed of sixty miles per hour and tore right through it. After a few more blocks, they headed south towards the Capitol at a top speed to 120 miles per hour. They destroyed through whatever resistance stood in their way. They went around to the front of the building. When they approached the Capitol, they slowed to a halt and fired a single artillery round at the dome. As the dome crumbled into the building, everyone except Sara and the other operators ran out of the transport.
“Everyone, go! Go, go, go!” Dan ordered, “Take the building before the bombers get here!”
They fought their way up the steps of Congress, and into the collapsed rotunda. The artillery fire caused the dome to cave in, and the debris was scattered around on the floor.
“Everyone over there,” Dan yelled as he pointed to a group of soldiers, “come with me to the north wing! Everyone else, follow John south!”
Dan’s group went down the north corridor and went into a senate chamber. There, they found the vice president, now president because of the assassination, whimpering under his podium.
“Good,” Dan said, “We found you. I have a gift for you.”
He reached into his pocket and grabbed a flat package wrapped in brown paper, which he then handed to the feeble old man. The president ripped it opened and found a large white cloth inside.
“I want you to fly it over this building. If you do,” Dan said, “I promise that you will live. Otherwise, well, we’ll just have to find out.”
“Fine I’ll do it.” The president pulled a communicator out of his pocket, and began to speak, “I need someone to get this flag and fly it over the Capitol…yes I know there’s a flag there already…it’s a white flag…yes…okay…come get it now…yes I’m sure.”
After about five minutes, a soldier came in and escorted Dan and the president to the roof of the collapsing building, and together Dan and soldier raised the flag on a makeshift pole. All around the city, there soon arose yells of triumph.
The war had finally ended. The United States were reunited.





I have to admit that the last half is pretty bad and some of the first part was made up/inaccurate/impossible.

[edit on 21-2-2005 by invader_chris]

Originally posted by invader_chris
I have to admit that the last half is pretty bad and some of the first part was made up/inaccurate/impossible.
[edit on 21-2-2005 by invader_chris]

We are always our own worst critic and you are entirely too hard on yourself. The beginning definitely grabbed your attention and the end felt a little rushed, but overall an interesting read. I liked it and will look for more of your short stories.

Great job.
B.

Originally posted by Bleys

Originally posted by invader_chris
I have to admit that the last half is pretty bad and some of the first part was made up/inaccurate/impossible.
[edit on 21-2-2005 by invader_chris]

We are always our own worst critic and you are entirely too hard on yourself. The beginning definitely grabbed your attention and the end felt a little rushed, but overall an interesting read. I liked it and will look for more of your short stories.

Great job.

B.

Whenever we look at our own creations all we see are the mistakes only we know about.

great story i liked it

I like the overall story of the book, but I can't say the same about the writing style.

I accept I skimmed through the story. IMO, it is way too short. I realize this is short story section, but it doesn't have to be this rushed. It is almost as if the story is on fast forward. I think it will be great, if you take some more time and add more sections to the book. Make it natural, add a couple of chase scenes, etc.

Surf

i read the whole thing twice cause it was that good keep up the good work