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Tyler’s P.O.VI walked down the deserted street. Everyone was either at home, where they should be, or dead. I tripped over another body the street sweepers missed. This one was about a day old. Gross. I picked myself off, when the sirens went blaring. Which is bad. I dashed down to the corner, and into the apartment building, and up to the 5th floor. When I got inside my mother was nearly red in the face. “Tyler Jameson Newport!! Where have you been?! I was worried sick! The sirens went off and you weren’t home!”“Mom, I was out. Trying to find an open store”“I told you to be home before dark, and what time is it now?!”“8:30”, I mumbled getting tired of always being yelled at“That’s right. 8:30. now go in there and wash up for dinner. Wake up your brother”I did as I was told and went into my shared room with my brother. ‘Just because the sirens went off just a little before I got home doesn’t mean I have to be yelled at’. To inform you the sirens are to tell everyone that it is curfew, and everyone should have their ass inside. Since the beginning of all this mess we’ve had to be at home by a certain time, just in case. The world is falling apart, I guess they should take precautions. Honestly I think it’s stupid. But that’s just me so. My brother was not in fact asleep but screwing around with my stuff. “Hey! Get out of my stuff!”“Well you weren’t around!” Liam retorted. He’s 6 and won’t leave me alone. I sighed and wacked him over the head. “Time for dinner you turd.” I walked out of the room and sat at the table, planning out what would happen tonight. I was gonna sneak out. I’ve attempted before, and failed, but this time I’ve got everything mapped out in my head. I will wait till midnight, when the street sweepers have already passed. The streets would be clean, meaning less things to trip on and make noise. Hopefully I’ll find something cool, and be able to take it home. There’s always something they leave behind. Mostly garbage. But you never know. I may find something rather cool. If I have planned this out right, I’LL be back home before 1:00. My brother comes running in, and sits next to me at the rounded table, that barely seats the 3 of us. My mom brought in meatloaf. Ewe. Gross. I pick at my dinner until my mom lets me leave the table. I laid on my bed, not really doing much of anything productive. Phones and internet have been destroyed. There was a book burning a few weeks ago, so there isn’t much to do. Before this all started I was about the 12. I was the weirdo boy who had no friends. A few years later I’m now 18, and still no friends. But that would be expected from the circumstances we are currently dealing with, but it would still be nice to have someone to talk with aside my brother, and mom. I looked at the time, 9:00. Just 3 more hours to go. I decided to set my alarm, and try to get some sleep.
I woke up on my own, and checked the time again, 11:45. Time to get ready. I jumped out of bed and made sure my mom and brother were asleep. They were. I shut off my alarm so it didn’t go off. I was already awake so what’s the point. I opened the window and watched the street sweepers pick up the garbage and other shit. I paced the room, becoming impatient. I looked back at the clock, 11:50. Ugh, why can’t time go faster? I looked out the window, the street cleaners passed my street and went around the corner. I grabbed my bag and threw open the window. Carefully I reach out for the street light that has been burned out since March and hasn’t been replaced. I have to be quiet, if not, the street cleaners will kill me. The street cleaners assure everyone that everything is okay, and that they’ll fix everything. That’s what they have been saying since the beginning. Nothing has changed. In fact, things have gotten worse. I slid down the pole slowly. I guess my hands were sweaty because they made a loud squeak against the pole. I stopped sliding down the pole, and froze, stuck there halfway between the top and bottom of it. If they catch me now, they’ll shoot be off this pole. I waited a few seconds, but nobody came. I heaved a sigh of relief, and continued down the pole. My feet hit the ground and I let go of the pole. Looking back up to my fifth story apartment I wondered whether I should go back. Nah. Too far now not to go through with this right? I walked once again down the lonely road. Nothing was off until I heard a faint beeping coming from around the corner. Being my curious self, I decided to check it out. As I got closer the beeping got louder, but now I could see a light coming from an abandoned building. Whoever was in there, they weren’t up to any good. I approached the building cautiously, and soon heard voices coming from the old, torn up, place. I stationed myself in front of the door and listened in.“Paradise! Black! Stop your PDA and come and help! We need to get this figured out!”“We know Shadow! Just give us a moment! We’ll get this solved!”“Not if you guys are screwing around! We need to find him, and get started!”The arguing between, from what I heard, the 3 voices continued. The one called “shadow” raised her voice until she was shushed by two other voices I hadn’t heard before. Then I felt it. That feeling you get when you’re about to sneeze. I tried to mute it, or muffle it, but my arm wasn’t fast enough. The sneeze echoed through the dark, empty streets. I was about to run off when I was pulled inside, and a hand was wrapped around my mouth. For a good reason too. The street cleaners swarmed the street trying to find the source to the noise. The lights were shut off, and everyone became dead silent. If anyone were to make any sudden noise, we’d all be killed. You could hear multiple pairs of feet run off in a different direction. The lights were turned back on, but I was able to get my surroundings, because I felt a shard pain in the side of my head. Then black.
Shadow’s P.O.V: I stared at the blank computer screen. White. Nothing else. I was supposed to be writing my mission up, but I could not concentrate! Black and Paradise were making out, again, Mask and Nightlock were bickering again. On another one of their “who’s better than who” arguments, like two year olds. I sighed and arose from my chair. If they weren’t gonna behave, I will make them behave.“Nightlock! Mask! How old are you both?!”“18……” they said simultaneously, looking somewhat ashamed.“eight-motherfucking-teen. Grow your ass up! Stop it! Neither of you are better than the other!” It was the same routine almost every night, and it was getting tiring. I turned to the two love doves and put my hands on my hips. “Paradise! Black! Stop your PDA and come and help! We need to get this figured out!”“We know Shadow! Just give us a moment! We’ll get this solved!”“Not if you guys are screwing around! We need to find him, and get started!”“Who is him?!”“The boy! The one who is gonna help us! The world is ending, we have to stop it!”“Fine, fine, fine. Just stop yelling at us!”At that moment a sneeze echoed through the empty streets outside. I turned to the door, and opened it. A boy about our age stood outside, with a look of fear plastered to his face, without his knowing. I grabbed him and pulled him inside while Nightlock cut the lights and we all stayed quiet as the all too familiar heavy footsteps rang through the street. Street sweepers. It was about a minute or so until the footsteps left the other way. I didn’t hesitate to knock this guy out. I balled my fist and gave him a hard hit to the back of the head. He slumped to the floor, and was out cold. My group looked at me in shock.“What? He was either gonna get us killed, or expose us, which in the greater scheme of things will get us killed.”They nodded slowly in agreement. I walked casually back to my desk and started typing up the mission. A rather interesting one. Hitler was killed before his time. Interesting. Meaning we have to save him. Wow. We are saving the life of a serial killer. Looks like it’s gonna be me, mask, and the new guy. Only ones who could pull this off. I look back over to this boy still knocked out on the floor. Could he be the new dude? No, he’s too much of a pretty boy. He’s got brown hair with lighter tips, and blue eyes. The same blue ones I can still remember about……no. I’m getting off topic. I continue typing when I hear a groan coming from the intruder. I stood and swaged over to him. I towered over him, and watched as he slowly regained consciousness. I studied this new being, and realized he reminded me of….NO! Don’t bring him up! But the new guy is gonna ask so, I might as well get the story straight.“Where am I?”“You’re in an abandoned school.”“What? What do you mean?”I sigh, here we go. “This used to be a school. Haven High School. I used to go here, so did the rest of them. But before we get into that. Names should be established. I’m Shadow. This is Nightlock, Black, Mask, and Paradise.”“Odd names……”“Those aren’t our real names. Just code names”“What are your real names?”“Not telling you that”“Why not?”“Because, I don’t know you, nor do I trust you”“Fair point. Now what is going on?”“Right. First. What is your name?”“Tyler”I sighed. He was the new guy. Looks like he’ll need a new name and informed on this. “Alright. You can’t use your real name so we’ll call you The Void.”
“Why-““Because I like it” I cut him off. I was in no mood for questions. “Anyway. About 3 years ago this was a school, for very smart kids. Like extremely smart. Too smart for their own good I suppose. One boy was like that. Too smart for his own good. He actually built part of a time machine. But another boy finished it, and claimed all the credit. Never giving any credit to the first boy. And he was mad, that first boy. So mad he took the time machine and went back in time, killing the boy when he finished the machine, and taking back what credit he thought was his. But what he didn’t know, was that he altered the future dramatically. As the boy thought more about it, he thought he could save lives. He thought he could make the world better, but all he did was mess up the present, the future. When he realized……..instead of fixing it…………he went on, and created the street sweepers, so they could keep everyone in line, and keep everyone from knowing. What he is doing is taking down the world, so he can create it in his own vision. He is the creator. He is the all mighty. He is God. And we have to stop him. His name is Derek. And he is my brother.”
Tyler’s P.O.V:I took a moment to process this information. So apparently her brother is trying to take over the world, and she is trying to stop him. Ummm can we say CLICHÉ??? Jeez if they are gonna lie to me then they should come up with something interesting. “Sure that all happened. Although that sounds fun, I’ve got to get home”“Why would I make that shit up? My parents are dead and my brother is turning into an evil over lord.”“I don’t know, but what you just said was major movie cliché.”Shadow took a deep breath and continued on with this story of hers. “We need your help. Please. What we are doing. We can stop this! We just need you to help. Please” Oh crap! She has the puppy dog eyes now, crap crap crap. Being the kind of guy that can never resist a puppy dog face from a girl, I gave in. “Fine! I’ll help!” Shadow smirked as if she knew I was gonna give in.“Let’s get started then”