Everyone who was in close vicinity either ran away as fast as they
could or dropped to the floor immediately. They would rather not risk disobeying
these threatening orders. Amy spun around at the sudden yelling so fast that
her elbow knocked her cup, sending it toppling over the edge of the table and
smashing on the ground, spilling all its contents. But nobody cared. They were
too busy trying to decide what best to do so they don’t get hurt.
The man himself looked to be in
his late forties, grey hair and battered clothes that looked as if they haven’t
been washed is so many weeks. His skin mirrored his clothes. If he didn’t have a
button in his hand with a wire disappearing under his coat, I would have said
he looked like a poor, unfortunate homeless person. Maybe that is why he is
taking such drastic actions, to try and shock society in giving people what
they deserve. That’s just an assumption based upon what I can see as I do not
know the actual truth.
Here’s where the
difficult part comes in. I can’t just up and leave to change and come back to
deal with this situation. That might make Amy think that I upped and left her
or that I am the person she was talking about only a couple of minutes ago. I
also don’t want to just go ahead and confront the person either as that would
get people to ask a lot of questions. However, if I don’t do anything, the
person may just get to the end of his tether and act out.
‘I SAID EVERYONE
DOWN,’ he yelled, ‘AND WHEN I SAY EVERYONE, I MEAN EVERYONE.’ Amy didn’t have
to be told a third time and ducked underneath the table. She motioned with her
arm for me to follow, and I had no choice but to do so.
Even though we were under the
table, our view was not obstructed. We were able to see everything that was
going on. A couple of security men stepped up and tried to talk to him, but he
just yelled at them to get back or he’ll press his trigger. The security guards
couldn’t do anything; they weren’t armed with anything. The only option that’s
left is to give into whatever this person wants whilst we wait for anyone to
call the Police. From what I understand, they will bring an entire SWAT Team to
the mall where they will try and communicate with the person, give him what he
wants only to then sweep in and take him away, saving the mall and everyone
inside. The swat team has been trained for this exact occasion, so there
shouldn’t be any reason for me to do anything anyway.
But what if he won’t listen to
anything the SWAT Team are saying and act out anyway. Is it possible that he
actually doesn’t want to act out anything but just a statement detailing that
things need to change? I think that is trying to ask too much.
Is it worth it to risk the SWAT Team
handling it or should I intervene myself? I don’t want to sound as if I have a
big head, but I’m pretty certain that I will be able to deal with this person
with ease because of my watch’s capabilities. I have not a clue what to do.
But then,
something extraordinary happened. I wasn’t expecting the next few minutes even
if I had a million years to come up with as many different scenarios as
possible. He appeared. And I mean, him, wearing a fresh suit and sunglasses to
hide his identity. He just appeared out of thin air. Did he run in here at
speed, or did he actually teleport? But that isn’t the most important thing.
The most important thing about him being there, is that I’m him, standing over
there whilst I’m here, underneath this table with Amy. I struggled to process
it. I’m standing there. That is me. That can only mean one thing. Sometime in
the future, I travel into the past, to this very moment.
As soon as Amy
saw him, she nudged me in the ribs and pointed. She does not know that he’s me,
which is a good thing, if I’m honest. Maybe that’s why this plan is happening
right now, so that Amy doesn’t suspect anything. If it is part of the plan,
that’s great, but I don’t think it works like that. I mean, because I’m seeing
my future-self, that means it has already happened, meaning it’s not part of
any plan except to complete the loop.
At least I can spend the rest of
today with Amy until she goes home, then I can then travel back in time to now
and complete the loop.
Due to that being
me and soon I will become him, I will have to study his actions with as much
attention as I can give as I will soon be doing exactly what he’s about to do.
‘Can I have those?’
I asked. Why would I ask that?
He turned around
and saw me standing behind him. I smiled as if to say hello. From my
perspective under the table, he had his back turned and so I couldn’t see his
facial reactions, but the most important thing is that I keep an eye on what I
do. However, I can assume that he is all confused, because I am.
‘I mean, I know
that you may not want to share, but I’m not asking for some. I’m asking for
them all.’ The man didn’t say anything. I guess that I’m/he’s acting all
weirdly because that would, and has done successfully, confused the man. I
continued, ‘however, if you don’t let me have them, I will have no choice but
to take them from you and I know that you wouldn’t like that, would you,’ I
smiled as if to say please before following it up with the actual word,
‘please?’ There was nothing but silence, before.
‘GET DOWN ONTO
THE GROUND NOW,’ he yelled.’
‘So that’s a no,
then,’ I said. ‘Well, if that’s the case,’ I shrugged my shoulders, ‘I will
have no choice but take those by force.’ I was gone in a blink of an eye and so
was the switch. I can assume that whatever the switch was attached to was also
gone. He was left standing there, wondering what the heck just happened. The
security guards were then able to step in and take control of the situation. He
didn’t resist arrest.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Antony Hudson
(TonyHadNouns)
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