Foundation

Love Story

Saturday afternoon. The sun was high up, heating the population after weeks of raining days. Few clouds persisted on clothing the blue sky. Windows of buildings blinded pigeons and other birds that flew low. A constant flow of voice resonated in between walls. Streets were filled with old couples, parents with kids , teenagers and tourists. Cars broke the crowd in two some time to times. Amongst all of this crazyness of a sunny day, there were two young adults walking side by side. They laughed, talked and smiled to each other. A strong bound tied them together. Their complicity could be felt miles away. As they made their way in the crowd, they came across few couples, young couples showing their love to the entire world. They both felt a strange vibe starting to flow around them. They shared a look: ‘You’re not girlfriend material to me.’ he said, suddenly. The girl was surprised by the raw statement. It came out of nowhere. She paused then said: ‘Euhm, i’m gonna head home. I’m about to sleep standing.’ The guy looked confused as she turned her back and started to walk away.

  • ‘Wait!’ He yelled to stop her. She turned around.’What are you doing? I thought you liked me.’
  • ‘I do.’ she replied without any hesitation.
  • ‘But…then…what are you doing?’
  • ‘I just said: i feel tired. I need to sleep.’
  • ‘But. Aren’t you supposed to chase me?’
  • ‘Euhm, no. You just said i’m not a girlfriend material by your book, so i’m not gonna chase you. It’s a waste of time.’
  • ‘Wait…’
  • ‘And the mood got awkward. You know i don’t like awkawardness, so i prefer to leave.’ She turned her back to him again. He grabbed her by her arm to hold her. She glanced at her arm before putting her eyes on his.
  • ‘Wait, i thought we were good.’
  • ‘We are.’
  • ‘But then, why do you leave?’
  • ‘Listen, if you don’t like me, it’s ok. Life goes on, i will survive. We will still be good. I will see you as a friend and nothing else. So we’ll still hang out as friend, if that’s what you’re worried about. But for now, like i said, the mood got awkward and i feel tired, so i’m leaving you for my bed, alright? So, see you later, ok?’
  • ‘And what about the gift?’
  • ‘I’m pretty sure that whatever you will get her, she’ll like it.’
  • ‘Wait! Stop trying to leave. I like you too.’ He boldly announced. A short silence went by.
  • ‘What? Ok, you need to explain things to me, because i’m lost.’
  • ‘I heard somewhere… I thought that if i said that, you will be more inclined to go after me…’
  • ‘Oh!!!! Reverse psychology!’
  • ‘Yeah, exactly!’ A huge smile  lightened up his face.
  • ‘Well, you thought wrong.’ He let go of a laugh. ‘But i’m still leaving.’
  • ‘Wait, the gift: i still need help.’ She sighed. ‘You said you will never let me down.’ She looked away for a quick second then sighed again.
  • ‘Fine. Why did i say that?’

As she said those words, they walked side by side again. A new mood was created around them. Another kind of awkwardness appeared. They glanced at each other: ‘Off to a great start.‘ she mumbled. ‘I know!’ He replied.

Let me tell you a story (9)

Let me tell you a story

‘What happened next?’ Isaiah asked in a deep voice. He was sitting at the edge of the couch, his ears wide opened listenning to every words James pronounced. The latter stared at the street through the window. He took a deep inspiration and sighed before sitting back on the armchair. He got lost in his thoughts for a second. Isaiah waited for him to come back to reality. ‘James… James?’ They made eye contact. The exchange lasted few seocnds then James grabbed his backpack, took out a book and handed them to his friend. Isaiah hesitated before making any move. ‘What is this?’ his voice changed. He cleared his throat and repeated his question. ‘I need you to keep this safe for me.’ James said, completely ignoring all questions he’s asked. Isaiah overlooked the pages. Some of them started with numbers: 2023, 2022,2021,2006,… On others, there were notes. ‘What does this mean?’ he asked. Then he looked closely to the first pages:

2006

Age: 21

Name: Ethan

Location: Brooklyn

Event; Birth

Objective; Kill the mother. [COMPLETE]

I remained the same than in 2027, as I wasn’t born yet. Killing her wasn’t easy. The father was in the way but I managed to lead him away. It took me too long to act. She recognized me.

Butterflies effects were inavailing. The world still ends.

TRIAL Num.4 : FAILURE

‘Sanaa gave me all the reports Eden’s made and all his notes’. Isaiah’s skepticism about the entire story began to fade away as he held in his hands potential proof of time-travel. He looked at his friend: he looked exhausted. ‘When did all of this…end?’ A quick smile appeared on his face. ‘Two months ago.’ he said. A ghost went by. ‘Then what happened?’ Another pause. James looked up.

Fanatics needed to point out at someone for Ethan’s death. As his killer disappeared, their only choice was James. He realized it. Sanaa just sat there, looking in despair. He grabbed her by the arm and fled as far and fast as they possibly could. After they healed their wounds in a safe place, they assessed the situation and decided to keep moving across the country. They went from small towns to small towns hiding from the fanatics and the FBI. Close to the West coast, Sanaa got tired of running. She wanted to settle, have a life. James helped her get a new identity and left her on her own, leading their ennemies away.

He paused. His eyes started watering. He closed them and took a deep breathe. Isaiah looked away before focusing on the book one more time. There were seven attempts of saving the world. ‘Did he succeed?’ He said. James shook his head: he didn’t know. How could he. ‘What… really happened?’ Isaiah finally expressed his confusion. James took his bag and stood up, a smile on his face. ‘Keep it safe. No one can know anything about this… Either you believe me or not.’ One those last words, he walked to the door and opened it. At the same moment, Isaiah stood up and asked: ‘Where are you going?’What are you going to do? Why you came here?’ James stared at his friend: ‘I trust you.’ Then closed the door behind him.

Isaiah stood there for a good five minutes, trying to process everything that was said in his living room. He looked at the book again and opened it. The first pages were all the trials. After that, there were notes beginning with specific dates: somes were long, others were short. ‘A diary.’ In the middle of the book, a blank page interrupts the chronicle. Then it starts again but with a dfferent hand-writing. As he read that part, Isaiah understood it was James version of the story. After reading that part to corroborate everything he heard few hours before, he went back to the beginning of the book. He overlooked the trials. They all had on thing in common: at the bottom of each page, there was the word ‘Failure’ written in bold. Except for the seventh trial, where it was left blank.

The next page was the beginning of Eden’s version of the story. There was no introduction. He detailed his impressions, feelings and thoughts he had, mixed with comparaison with his ‘actual’ world. Isaiah turned the pages slowly, reading carefully each word. Few pages later, he stopped his movement. He was astonished, his eyes wide-opened.

May 11th, 2010

I just heard a bunch of people complaining about petty things. Whining about nothing. They pissed me off. This world needs to change. I thought of building ‘it’ again. Who gives a fuck about your iced coffee having to much ice. DON’T GET ICED COFFEE, THEN!!

If only, they all could think like me….But then, I will repeat History. I won’t learn from my mistake.

Isaiah blocked on that page. He agreed with Eden’s point of view. From the last sentence, he understood that Eden managed to make the people from his world to have the same state of mind as his. And that led to the world’s sefl-destruction. How? Isaiah thought. He read further more the book, looking for any clues of how he created a machine that could make people change their way of thinking. But there was nothing. He looked at the door as if James would reappear to give him all the answers he was dying to find. But nothing happened. The room remained dark, still and silent. Isaiah dived into his thoughts. Without noticing it, he was brainstorming on how to create such a thing. When suddenly, James voice echoed in his mind: ‘I trust you.’ He then realized that that was what his friend wanted to avoid. He closed the book and stared at the cover for a brief moment. He stood up, went to his room, put the book under his pillow and lied down. He stared at the ceilling. His mind was full of questions: what to do now? Where to hide this? Why him? And where did James go? As he kept on repeating the same things over and over again in his head, his eyes started to close by themselves until he fell asleep.

Chaos

Imagination

Springtime. The day was still bright but the sky was full with clouds, giving the air a nostalgic mood. I walked by a church with a red door. Above it, there’s an angel watching over the horizon. I took a right turn. The street was empty. My footsteps echoed in rhythm off trees and bushes. A car passed by. In front of me, a group of three men fooling around. As I came closer, they noticed me: they stopped talking and stared at me. Frightened, I tried to cross the road, avoiding any eye contact. Suddenly, I felt a pressure on my right arm that pulled me back abruptly. I looked at them, uncertain of things that were about to happen.

In a matter of seconds, my body was lying down on the ground. I was in a foetal position: my arms around my head, my knees close to my chest. I closed my eyes. I felt quick prints of fists and feet on my back, arms and legs. My jaw was tight. I couldn’t scream. I wasn’t allowed. Otherwise, their kicks would be more intense. Pain increased. I felt waves of shocks spread through my bones. I opened slightly my eyes to glance at their faces: they were smiling. Laughters resonated in my mind. A minute passed and they got tired. ‘Pfff. He’s not doing anything. It’s not funny anymore.’ said one of them. They walked away leaving me for dead. ‘Yeah, he used to scream for help. That was funny.’ I heard a different voice said.

I stayed there for a moment. My back was wet. I was lying in a puddle of water. The sky was still grey. In the corner of my sight, a bright colour appeared. I turned my head as my body was immobilized. A portion of blue sky was coming to me. Sunrays broke through. I stared at that image for seconds. I smiled. In that moment, I knew things will be good.