by Avell Kro
will soon be.
Thus is it written; thus it will be!”
-- from the book of Genesis, the Great Truth
Chapter One
Darkness and light.
Light and darkness.
Bands of thrusting, piercing, intertwined strands of
energy pulsed and grabbed, grabbed and pulsed, pulling
and pushing, twisting and turning.
Space turned about the turning strands, the strands
of time that were being born, aging and passing as they
thrust forward, ever forward while at the same time
leaving a kind of contrail tail behind that could be
fol owed if necessary.
It was.
Time stopped.
Light burst into being.
Darkness shredded like water exploding outwards
from a crashing surf on the sea’s shores.
He tumbled out of the miasma of contradictions, a
contradiction himself.
He surveyed his surroundings.
An alley.
Dark with light fading from it as the time stream
normalized.
Chapter Two
He felt exhausted as always. It took a lot out of him,
but he was able to sustain the energy loss by eating a
substantial meal soon after.
Which triggered his digestion to squall at him in
whining, groaning sounds and movements as his body
once more insisted on food. Any food! Because he
needed to eat something.
Now!
He looked around.
What was there to eat?
His whole purpose was to discover Meat. There had
to be some. Early drones had indicated there was
enough meat to feed two of his planets and still not
exhaust its resources.
The structures about him looked familiar, but they
couldn’t be Homeworld, he hadn’t gone that far ahead
into the future or the past. Had he?
What had happened?
He tuned his senses to the new world about him.
As his senses honed in on the new world about him
he learned, felt how huge a difference existed in this
new time shift.
The Contraction, which created the time shift for
him and fellow travelers, had been rougher than usual
and he thought it was only because he was pushing it to
the limits to find new food. As a scout, it was important
for him to take more chances than fellow agents.
If he succeeded, which he usually did, there would
be more food for himself and his people. Now he wasn’t
so sure if it had been the Contraction or something else.
Though at that moment he couldn’t divine what that
other might have been.
He felt this time worse than ever before. Like his
very soul itself had been torn apart and put back
together during the savage rush and torrent of the time
stream he rode here.
He allowed himself to settle down. Safe in the
darkness of the alley, he gathered together what he
knew and what must be done.
As he did so everything began to come more and
more into focus, until he saw as clear as glass, where he
was.
There had been no failure in the mission’s landing
site. If there were any failure at all, it had to be
something else entirely different. That would become
apparent with some time.
He smiled. Time was one thing he had for certain in
his control.
All Time Shifters did. That’s what made them so
powerful, so formidable and unrelenting of purpose.
They only took orders from Homeworld and the Nest.
Everything else was irrelevant to any mission they were
launched upon.
He smiled.
As he stood in the shadows of the odd structures
towering to his left and right, noting the lumiscense
coming from them, and the street where a wide variety
of vehicles shot past, some quiety. Some not. As he
stood there gathering information for his next move, he
also noted the flood of people passing by on walkways.
Not just a couple here and there, but dozens!
He would have plenty to feed upon.
Which meant so would Homeworld.
It was going to be a good day to begin an invasion:
To sample the delights of this new Meatworld.
He smiled.
Tonight was going to be a good night. A good, good
night.
Chapter Three
March ran like his life depended on it.
It did.
But it didn’t look good for him.
Dubai’s highest building had too many floors. The
elevators didn’t work and the building was burning
downward at an accelerating rate.
He couldn’t even see how far down he was. The
crowd ahead of him were moving rapidly enough, but
some were starting to flag in strength and slowing
down. That meant everyone behind them had to slow
down.
He heard screams behind him and glanced over his
shoulder as he leaped to the next level of stairs. An
eruption of flames, almost as bright as the noonday sun
on the Sahara, exploded towards him.
He could feel the heat of it as it neared.
He felt his face begin to burn and blister, his skin
peel away, his eyes cook, his hair explode into
smoldering flames, his body become a living torch.
He screamed!
Chapter Four
Gasp!
He threw his hands over his face to somehow annul
the fire that was boiling his flesh, then gasped with
relief as he sat up on his bed, feeling only a thick layer of
sweat and damp hair. He fell back against the 747
business section seat, Seat 303. He always liked to sit in
the middle. Bathroom close. Hatchway close.
One for relief, the other for a quick exit.
He sighed with relief.
“Sir?”
He turned to the aisle. A bright and perky looking
stewardess was giving him a worried look. She stood
about five five, was amply built and had very lovely
fingers and arms that swept gracefully into a curved
bodice that barely managed to hide her abundant
bosom.
She smiled slightly at his wandering eyes, but said
nothing.
He suddenly realized he’d been a cad and said, “I’m
sorry. Thanks! I’m all right. Just a bad dream. I must
have had too many of those peanut snacks as we
crossed the Atlantic.”
She smiled and passed on, but not without looking
back and giving him a quick onceover, making sure he
noticed as she did.
He did. Very much so. But something about her
seemed familiar. He just couldn’t place what that was.
He shrugged. Maybe this trip wouldn’t be a total
waste after all. Dubai had been a horrible experience.
Not the one of his dream, but in other ways. Ways that a
man like him got paid to investigate, but rarely left a
good taste in one’s mouth.
He worked for G1 and G1 was the top, top secret
agency of Britain, with central headquarters in London,
but offices around the planet, thanks to numero
us
treaties and quid quo pro swaps. This had been one of
them.
And it had nearly cost his life.
He sighed again and looked out his window.
London should be coming into view soon and then
Heathrow. An hour disembarking and going through
customs, then, hopefully, a quick taxi ride back home
and a long, hot shower, then a real night’s sleep.
But for some reason a hunger had been awakened
within him. Maybe the memories of the nightmare he
had just had; realizing yet again the mortality of his life.
A life dedicated to service. To helping protect.
Also remember all the years he had been in denial
after the…
He felt a shudder and a jolt in his heart. He had to
quickly shut it down. He didn’t want to go there. Even
after all these years the pain was unbearable. And yet,
just now, he had actually flirted with a beautiful woman.
A desirable woman.
He hadn’t felt like that since…
He couldn’t remember since.
He glanced at his window and his reflection looked
back at him. Nearing mid-forties he had gray in his hair
already. Nicely placed, but gray nonetheless. And so
many years gone by without companionship of any
meaningful sort. Sometimes, especially at times like this,
he felt like he had a mistake walling off his heart;
sealing it from further romantic interest. That he was
doing more of a disservice to her memory, than a true
contribution to his own future.
Man was not meant to live alone, separated from
fellow human beings. Which probably explained why
after all that had happened, he finally chose London,
one of the busiest cities on the planet to settle down,
when on his income and with his status, he could just as
easily have worked from Hawaii or even the beaches of
California.
He laughed silently, his eyes noting the approaching
coastline and the string of tankers, merchant ships and
military vessels below preparing to land on the
continent, their huge prows shoving their ways through
the stormy currents of the Atlantic.
Then his mind flew back momentarily to his
working partner, but that was strictly business. He
wasn’t going to let anyone get that close to him again.
And Higgins was the only one to get past that barrier,
one which he must be careful not to open too wide. He
wouldn’t be able to live with himself if…
He shuddered inside his heart once more, his whole
body trembling violently a moment.
He felt attention on him and saw the Stewardess
was watching him near the cockpit entrance. Their eyes
met.
Electricity.
He almost gasped from the power of it.
He hadn’t felt anything like that in…
He just hadn’t…
Before he could analyze those new feelings further,
the Captain of the jet came on the overhead speakers,
“Good morning everyone, this is your Captain, Harrison
Jones, speaking. I hope you have all had a nice flight
across the Atlantic. While the weather was a bit spotty
in places, overall it’s been a smooth ride. I want you to
know it’s been a pleasure serving you on Flight 1234
Trans Atlantic One.
“We are now approaching the Heathrow landing
corridor. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for
landing. The winds are coming in at about 39 nauts, so it
could be a bit rough as we land. Thank you for flying
with TransAtlantic One.”
Soon as the Captain was off the Stewardess picked
up her own mike and spoke into it. “Good evening
everyone. Her eyes never left his as she spoke. “Just a
reminder to not get up after we’ve landed until the
Captain releases you. I will now check to make sure
everyone is secure and safe.”
She hung up her mike, then made her way along the
aisle, checking for seatbelts and loose baggage, eats and
drinks.
And him.
“Tighten it, sir. We’re landing in five minutes,” she
told an older man with a fringe of pure white hair.
She stopped where a child and mother sat and
offered a stuffed doll from her apron. Tiny, but effective.
The child who had begun to cry fearfully as the jet
began to shake a bit, gave her a smile, hugged the doll
and stopped crying.
“Thank you,” the mother told the stewardess, who
nodded and continued to the next seat on the aisle, but
not once as she moved closer to March, did she not look
at him and smile, even if briefly.
Her eyes kept latching onto his and he couldn’t look
away.
Time was flying quickly past.
Soon he would be disembarking.
She would be history.
It was almost as if he had to soak up, eat, drink
every bit of her into his memory so he would have
something to keep him through the hard days ahead.
They were always hard days.
He loved his work, but there was always a bit of
sadness underpinning it, that made it harder than it
should have been.
Finally, she reached him.
He finally looked more closely at her bosom. Her
flight badge was pinned above her right breast. “Penny
Monigham.”
She reached him and smiled. “Better?”
He nodded. “In for a Penny, in for a pound, as they
say.”
She tightened his seatbelt, also pressing her hands
across his legs with one hand as she did so, and he was
sure she was rubbing it gently as she did.
“You must be James Bond,” she said with a laugh.
“And call me Trixie, all my friends do,” she said and then
reached into her apron, took out a notepad and hastily
scribbled her name and phone number on it.
She slapped the note into the middle of his lap,
holding it there for a long moment, pressing so hard she
had to have felt the arousal it made in him. She sensed it
and smiled like a tiger eager to leap upon its prey.
Then she went on to help more passengers. She
didn’t look back once, but as he watched her, he felt one
hundred percent certain she was watching him eyes on
the back of her head.
He suddenly realized he had a note he hadn’t read.
He glanced at it: “Call me!” It said on the back.
He smiled.
Chapter Five
“Oh God!” She yelled as she neared her orgasm,
jerking harder and harder against him, even as he
plunged harder and harder into her, trying to punch
through to the very core of her being, his eyes shut
tightly and explosions of light beginning to flare brightly
within his brain.
He wanted this for her with all his being, which at
that moment felt like it was coiling like a snake, about to
explode into a thousand splinters of light and pleasure.
The joy of the union was so overpowering he was
grunting himself now. Animalistic, but he didn’t car
e. It
just pushed her harder onto him, and him into her,
driving both closer to the final outcome. Union and
bonding of two souls into one.
She gave out a huge grunt and another cry of
pleasure, then jammed herself so hard against his
middle he thought he would break, clenching her legs
tighter about his waist as she did so.
Finally, he joined her in her release, no longer able
to hold back himself.
He was sweating profusely, but he felt a great sense
of relief and let go of her back and then rolled over
with her on their side.
He began gently kissing her neck, then her cheek
and her lips. He remained hard, but didn’t care. Her skin
was so soft and fragrant and it had been a long time
since he had allowed himself the closeness of such
intimacy.
She responded by stroking his back, and rubbing
lightly against his midsection, making him even harder.
She smiled, her eyes dancing with mirth.
“That was wonderful,” she said, swiping at the
sweat on her own forehead.
He smiled.
Then she reached for him again.
“When do you go back to work?” She asked as she
squeezed him gently and stroked his manhood, urging it
to greater hardness.
“Tomorrow.”
“Good,” she said, her impish smile transforming into
that of a hungry tiger.
Without warning and with more strength than he
would have thought possible for such a slender woman,
she rolled him on to his back again and slid him back
inside of her again.
“Wake me up when this is over,” she told him.
He grinned into her smiling face.
“That would be hard to do.”
“I know,” she said, then began pushing him harder
into her and grining harder and harder.
“But…” she gasped as her own hormones began to
rage harder and excitement grow, “…I fully expect to be
quite tired by morning when it comes.”
“But it’s already here,” he replied, noting the blazing
sunlight pouring through the clasped curtains of their
hotel room.
“Not the next one,” she replied.
And then he knew he wasn’t going to work anytime
soon.
Chapter Six
He felt exhausted as always. It took a lot out of him,
but he was able to sustain the energy loss by eating a
substantial meal soon after.