Here is the continuation of the story I started on Sunday.
One Red Eye Part 2:
General Hutchinson increased his pace and pushed Harold through the doors to the small room ahead. Harold felt the muzzle of a pistol in his back. He knew they were serious. In the small room, a massive mirror hung in the wall; a middle table with two chairs, a small recording device and a lamp sat waiting. Twelve armed guards encircled the room for security.
Harold didn’t know what to expect next. His worst fears came crawling into his mind at that moment. He decided to sit at the table. The general paced the room and finally sat down.
“Where do you go at night?” The question was unexpected.
“I go different places. Sometimes I feel like going for a meal, or maybe I’ll go to the mall to read,” Harold answered.
“Do you remember what happens when you are at these places?”
“To start, yes. When I leave, I see that bad things have happened, and I don’t know who did it.”
“You did the bad things, Harold. You must block out what you do, because we have it on video.” The general turned a video on the large mirror. It displayed three different occurrences where Harold spun and fought his way out of the senerios. In each instance his red eye glowed while the people in the scene either fought or ran from him.
“That’s not me.” Harold spoke quietly.
“There’s something more…” General Hutchinson switched to the audio of the recordings.
“Assimilation in progress. More will come. Utility Media in coming. Beware, all will be known,” Harold boomed in the videos.
“What do you think now? Are you a cyborg? Are you being controlled? What is driving you?” The general stared into Harold’s eyes.
The answer became clear in moments. The eye glowed fiercely. Harold stood and in a human voice his growled, “My time is up here. I must return.”
“What time is that?” The General queried, holding off the guards for a moment.
“The future,” Harold stated. He went into a crouching stance and whirled past the general. The general tried to capture him and grab his arms, but Harold just fought him off, sending him to the floor. He ran around the room immobilizing all twelve guards. He used a combination of Muay Thai, Judo, Jujutsu and Kickboxing to incapacitate his victims. He then stood in front of the general with his shoulders slouched forward. The red eye continued to glow.
“I leave you with this…” Harold handed a small key to General Hutchinson. The general accepted the key and looked down. It held the words Utility Media on it.
When he glanced up from the key, Harold disappeared before his eyes almost like smoke. The guards slowly recovered from the blows they received from Harold’s attack.
“I guess we need to look into the Utility Media Company, boys. That will be all.” The General adjusted his tie and walked out of the room.
Miles away and three hundred years later, Harold walked through the munitions lab of Transport Mechanics. A beautiful woman in a tight skirt and long white lab coat turned to him.
“Did they listen?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. I know the General was listening. However, the other guards I’m not positive about. Being half cyborg has its advantages. If I have to go back, can we please get rid of my Red Eye?” Harold half smiled.
“We’ll get it out soon. Hopefully things will change for our present and events will improve.” She winked.
“Time is on our side, and I think we have the ball rolling. Let’s go, we have work to do.” Harold gave the woman a quick kiss, and they walked through another set of doors, leaving the Transport active. Before the lights dimmed, another transmission came through. A single entity walked off the transporter pad; he held two large blades attached to his arms.
His only words were, “This time I will not fail.”
END
Tell Me What you thought of all of my story and let me know if I can improve. I want to do more with this I just don't have a lot of time right away. Story Ideas Please!
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