Hello there! Long time no see! I've been going through a huge writer's block, unfortunately, but I think that this story will finally get me out of my rut! I decided to use brand new characters that don't have much relation to anyone really used before - including stories I've never posted that were a bit more personal and closer to my heart, if you catch my drift. But anyway, this is the first time I'm actually using third person instead of confusing everyone by doing constant POV shifts - so enjoy! Feedback would be greatly appreciated, if you do happen to read this. Enjoy! C:
Chapter 1: Run
The world was silent, forever still. Even the guards at the door seemed to be absolutely frozen in time. All but a man in the shadows, moving silently as if he weren't even truly there at all, a trick in the light. The only proof he even existed at all at the current moment was a slight glare or the reflection off of his glasses every so often.
Now, he slowly walked down a long hall, his footsteps echoing quietly as he approached the door. The door made a loud, hollow sound when he tried to open it, and he instinctively took a step back. He took his hands out of his pockets and crossed them over his chest instead. He stood there a long while, unsure of how to get in. He looked to the ceiling, the air vents – there was no other way to proceed, unfortunately.
The man sighed and leaned back against the wall, one foot on the floor and one against the wall. He really could not think of a thing this time, not one way to get in without making a large racket.
Suddenly, he could hear footsteps down the hall he currently stood in, a light beaming nearby. He jumped up and tried to get out of the way, but it was already too late – the light had caught him.
"Oi, what're you doing in here? This is off limits!"
The man smirked as he ran right for the guard, spinning around slightly as he grabbed the flashlight right out of his hand.
"Sorry, but I'll be needing this much more than you will, sir!" He patted the guard on the head. "Why don't you go home and get some rest, hmm?" He winked at the guard and kept running down the hall.
"Ey! Get yer' arse back here!"
"Sorry, I'll get you a new flashlight, I promise!"
With the alarms about to go off, it would be much more difficult to stay hidden – the guard the man had encountered wouldn't just let him run amuck around the place, now would he?
Before more guards came for him – which they surely would, no doubt – he opened the first door he could find and slammed it shut behind him. He leaned against it and let out a breath before he opened his eyes again. He blinked a few times when he saw someone staring right at him.
"Who the hell're you?"
The man put a hand on the back of his neck, a little nervous. "Well, you see, that's quite the funny story."
They stepped into the light, revealing a woman in her early twenties, most likely, with pale green eyes and light brown hair, partially tinted a brilliant shade of aqua. She had on an Agency official uniform, black blazer and pants and all, and had a small birth mark at the corner of her left eye. She was definitely a part of the Agency, but she didn't wear their normal uniform, instead sporting black combat boots, a red blazer, black shirt, ribbed green jeans and tiny black gloves.
"That still doesn't answer my question," she said, standing up.
"Just call me Jack."
She gave him a disapproving look, crossing her arms over her chest. "Really, Jack? How about your real name, then."
The man gulped again, adjusting his glasses. "I'm Rory. And who might you be?"
"That's more like it," she remarked sarcastically. "I'm Terra. Now why the hell are you even in my room? And – why are the alarms going off?"
"Well, see – "
"Let me guess, you set them off, didn't you?"
Rory looked around the room, thinking quickly, but couldn't come up with a single thing. "Yeah," he exaggerated. "It's a long story, and right now is not really the best time to be explaining the entire thing out. So!" He clapped his hands together. "I need to get through a specific door in this place. Big and metal, can't really open it without making a scene. Seen it around here?"
Terra rolled her eyes at him. "All the doors here are metallic, you moron."
"Yes, well, a specific one – quite a bit larger than the rest? At the end of a long hallway with no other doors around?"
Terra raised a brow at him. "What do you even have to do with that place, anyway?"
"Yeah, still a long story. But I need to get through that door, regardless."
She let out a long sigh and looked right at Rory. "What am I getting myself into this time?"
"You're really going to help me?" He sounded extremely surprised, even raising both brows a bit.
"Why not?" She shrugged. "Seems more exciting than just sitting in here."
He shrugged back at her. "Good enough for me."
"Alright, Rory – we're going back through that door you're leaning against and run back down to that door you described. Got it?"
"Yep! Lead the way, captain!"
She raised a brow and pushed past him. "Don't call me that."
"Alright, Madame Sand."
She rolled her eyes. "Really, don't waste your breath trying to give me nicknames, sweetheart. It's just Terra. Now," she opened the door a bit, trying to see outside of the small, somewhat confined room they'd been talking in. "Coast is clear. Let's go!"
He gestured for her to go first. "After you, Lady of the Land."
She sighed and opened the door fully, motioning for him to come out as well. The two ran back towards the large metal door Rory had tried to open before.
"Why the hell are you even down here to begin with? You know this is all off-limits, right?"
"Well, getting through that door is my way out – and then I'll be out of your hair!"
"There's nothing back there but old storage and shit!"
"Yes, well, that's what you think! That door closed when I came out into this hall! I meant to come somewhere else but, hey, why not explore a little bit before heading out on my merry way, right?"
"Oh, just great, I'm helping a lunatic into a closet that he thinks will get him out of a maximum-security facility!"
"Hey! That's clumsy lunatic to you, miss!"
They stopped in front of the door Rory had previously described, making him grin.
"So, how do we get in?" he asked.
"You said it yourself – I'll stand watch and you make a scene!"
"Wait, what? But I don't know how!"
She shook her head at him, turning slightly as she glared at him, a pistol in her hand. "Use a weapon, moron!"
"Huh. Well, funny thing is, I don't carry a weapon on me usually. Actually, ever."
"What the fuck do you mean you don't carry a weapon Get with the times!"
"I'm not from here!"
Terra rolled her eyes at him again and walked over to the door, kicking it down herself. "There, now go!"
The two slowed once Terra put the door back up – it was pitch black and abandoned, Rory having to switch on the flashlight for them to see at all.
"See, I knew nabbing this would come in handy for something!"
"How did you even get in here?"
"I just did."
"No one simply just 'gets in' to this place."
Rory stopped, fiddling with the flashlight – it was flickering on and off repeatedly.
"Well, I did."
"But how – "
He smacked the faulty device against the wall, creating a hollow echoing sound and leaving the light on permanently, now.
"There we go! Now that'll stop bugging me!"
"Who are you?"
He raised a brow at her. "I thought you could just go back, now. I'm on the other side of the door, now, you know."
"I realize," she said. "But I want to see what's back here, too. We're jus told that it's storage."
He gave her a suspicious look. "Curiosity killed the cat, you know."
"I can handle myself just fine, thanks."
"Alright, whatever you say, Lady of the Stones."
She shook her head at him.
The two continued to walk along, Rory lighting the way while Terra looked around constantly.
"It's funny, you'd think if it were storage, there would be lights installed."
"And a better door."
"Now that you mention it, yeah."
"It's not really storage."
"Well, yeah, the place is empty."
"Oh, Terra," she said, sighing. He didn't turn around. "You should have gone back."
"That door was much more active and working earlier – they're waiting for us somewhere in here, most likely – the guards, I mean."
"How right you are. Lucky guess!", a third voice chimed.
Rory just shook his head. "If you think about it, we would've been caught or at least seen by now if you were out in the halls."
"Eh, at least the intruder's smart."
Rory shrugged smugly. "You've got me. But tell me, sir, what are you hiding in here?"
"Someone gets right to the point."
"Only this time."
"Well, we're killing you anyway, so why the hell not? This place used to be a lab – the whole place was a base for the Nameless under Malaen's control years back. He's gone now, obviously, but can't scare off the other employees, now can we?"
"You want to know what they were doing so you can strengthen your soldiers, then."
"Oh, how rude of me! What's your name?"
The man just looked at Rory strangely. "General Taph of the Seeran Sector Marauders – Mikvar."
"And nobody here is actually a Mikvat, correct?"
Rory scrunched his face and seemed to slam his fists on an imaginary table. "Damn it all! Not far enough back, again!"
General Taph and Terra just looked at each other, then back to Rory.
"Is he right in the head?"
Terra shrugged. "How should I know?"
General Taph shrugged and signaled for his men to come out of hiding. "Sorry, kid, but this is where we stop you."
Rory raised his brows at him. "Oh really?"
"You're unarmed and wearing a pair of red clown shoes. How dangerous could you possibly be?"
Rory just smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "Try me."
The General smugly aimed a gun at Rory, but the strange man with glasses, red dress shoes, and suspenders had other plans.
"On the count of three," Rory whispered. "Run."
Terra nodded, looking from General Taph and back to Rory again.
Taph's men started to aim as well, getting into position.
One of the men fired at the ceiling by accident, sending them all into a frenzy and trying to figure out what was going on at all.
Rory grabbed Terra's pistol and shot quickly at General Taph's armor – at a small air valve in the shoulder. He fell to the ground, clutching his shoulder, wincing, while Rory and Terra ran through the crowd of ill-trained Marauder trainees.
"I thought you didn't carry a gun!"
"That doesn't mean I don't know how to use one, necessarily!" Rory panted, grinning as he ran.
"You make it sound like this is… like this is every day for you."
"Well, sort of – but like I said, it's a really long story and I wasn't even supposed to be here to begin with!"
"Sure, whatever you say!"
Rory finally stopped about ten minutes later, in front of one last, dark corridor.
"Well, this is where I go."
"But there's nothing – " Terra blinked in disbelief. At the end of the hallway, there was a large, gold sphere or disk, revolving, with violet and pearl grey mist inside.
"Is that a time gate?" she asked, seemingly in shock.
Rory smirked. "Now you get it?"
"But – how – you're a time turner? But there's only – "
"Eight of us? Yeah, I know. Like I said, I'm a bit clumsy. I meant to go somewhere else, but you know how it is – I saw something weird and had to investigate it."
"With curiosity like that, you should be dead."
"Nah, I have a knack for getting out of trouble."
"I believe you – you got away from a Marauder general – even a terrible one with some crappy trainees. But how could they be hiding this from everyone, even me? I'm a Marauder, too, and I've never been back here."
"It's the Marauders and Sentinels – they've always pulled stuff like this."
"You've met them before?"
"Well, different batch. A lot less smug, more actually bent on killing me instead of bluffing. You know, being that I'm a time turner and all. Anyway, I'd best be off, then. Great meeting you, Terra!"
"Could I come with you?"
He smugly raised a brow at her. "Really, don't think I'm all that crazy anymore?"
"No, not really. Just a bit eccentric."
"Hey, good enough for me. I'll take the compliment!"
"That's a relief. If they were hiding something like this, I wonder what else they've been covering up since I've been working here."
"That's the spirit!"
Terra took off her nametag. "The agency doesn't need Terra Adamina Calder, anyway! They can find another soldier any day, and I have much better things to do."
Rory grinned, reaching out his hand. "Well, then, Miss Calder, shall Rory Cyrus Daniels be escorting you to your next destination?"