Chapter Sixty-Four
No Time to Spare
There was no time to spare. Usually, that would be ridiculous coming out
of my mouth. But the Superluminal Assassin
was Will Simms and shit just got real. He
was a crazy version of Will from the future, out to kill me to stop some event he
found objectionable enough to kill for.
Will was a no kill rule kind of guy.
He fancied himself too high and mighty to take another person’s life. But not anymore.
He was almost as fast as me, and he was out to get me.
And he was serious about it.
How much of my future did he know? That was the question. He knew where I was going to be on at least
two occasions. What else did he
know? How did he find out? Could have tortured me in the future to find out
where I was now? Does all this shit get
erased if he then kills me, because future me couldn’t have been tortured to
give the information if I were already dead, right? Makes me dizzy sometimes trying to navigate
the intricacies of time travel.
The real, most immediate question was: did the former
Golden Speedster know where I was staying?
How crazy was that bastard? Would
he hurt Jill and Jackie?
Couldn’t take that chance. Had to get them out of there and somewhere
safe.
There wasn’t going to be anytime to explain. I was going to have rush in there pack some
shit for them, grab them and get them both someplace that deranged speedster
would never think to look.
But where?
Just then Clarity said through the earpiece, “I know
just the place.”
“Where?”
“1971. You have friends there, remember?”
“Now you’re thinking, Clarity.”
“Thank you, Alex.”
And we were gone.
Off to a house party in 1971, and safety.
© 2020 by Diana Hignutt
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