posted on Jun, 7 2004 @ 11:21 PM
New installment. Enjoy. Will probably edit.
Temporal lightning slashed my mind apart. The me-self dissolved and reformed. I found myself in face down in the mud, cursing and choking. The me-self
that coalesced was different, including a Tim-self. The rush of his memories, his life jarred me to the bone, as I rolled on the wet ground. ďTIM!Ē a
young woman called out. Her face creased with worry in the dark forest night, she pulled at my suddenly beefy body. I rolled, everything obscured by
the glow of a flashlight. My eyes clamped shut, an arm reaching out to bat it away. I cried out, feeling bone ends grated together in my left forearm.
The Tim-self immediately recognized that I had broken my arm- his arm. Our arm, whatever.
I got to my feet, and we were running again, chasing the beam of yellow light that cut the darkness ahead of us. I knew tat we were running from
something; something horrible, something alien, something wanting to do us horrible harm. To our left, a green splash of fire impacted with the
ground, shaking it. The wisps of neon flame rose high into the air as I continued to run. Breath came hard to a body I didnít know. All the while,
Professor Timothy-self explored my life, integrated us together. A sharing of memory happen in an instant, and we both lived each otherís lives in a
second. I stumbled, but barely kept my balance. I looked over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of a large...organism in the sky, for lack of a better
word. It looked alive. It had eyes and seemed to breathe as it laid waste to the skyscrapers which touched the firmament in the distance.
Three of us spent four hours dodging the Thing in the Sky. There was Megan, one of the Tim-selfís students, myself and Meganís boyfriend. We stopped
to bandage my arm- Tim had been a biology professor before the Thing in the Sky came. No one knew where it came from, but almost immediately it had
began to destroy. We hid in caves, scurried in ditches as we watched it pound the city of Dallas into oblivion, raining balls of green flame upon it.
Eventually, we found an overhang in the foliage and made camp for the night. The Tim-Self slept, and once again I raced along reality. However, this
time I dragged the Tim-Self with me, in me, as we ended up somewhere entirely different.
(Temba, his arms open)
[edit on 7-6-2004 by DeusEx]