A Time Travellers Wife

Chapter 5 - All ends with a bang

Some people would call me crazy. I think I would call me crazy too. I mean, who sees their own husband shoot himself; but not in the way of, you know, suicide and all... but in the way of killing a clone of himself. Don't worry if you don't get it; I don't really get it either. 

But there he was. My husband. Standing there in the middle of the road with a gun in his hand with a look on his face I can only describe as pure relief, and then my husband lying on the floor; cold as ice. There's a strange feeling that I really should be sad and grieving the loss of someone whom I love dearly... but this all doesn't seem very real to me. Maybe I'm in a very strange dream. Although, this all feels so real to me. I am one hundred percent confused right now.

"What.... what is happening?" I said, beginning to shake.

"I don't really know; it's like... it's like I couldn't control myself. It felt like this just had to happen..." he responded from a few meters away, looking down at the gun in his hand.

"Who are you? And why did you have to shoot him?!"

"Well I'm your husband, and that... man... was a fake."

"What do you mean fake? How could he be fake?"

"Well he came to take you away from me. I don't know why yet... but I'm figuring that part out," he said, starting to walk towards me.

"Wait!! Stop right there! I still don't see why I should trust you... and for all I know, you could be the one who is trying to take me away. You just killed the other one so he wouldn't get in the way of what you were really trying to do!"

"Look... I can explain everything. You just need to trust me. You are in terrible danger and if we don't get you out of here now... then..."

The sky began to grumble as it quickly got dark.

"Alright. I understand that I just killed another version of myself, but a lot worse will happen soon. We only have minutes at the most until more versions of me come to try and take you away," he said with a very worried look across his face.

"I'll trust you, so long as I get to hold onto the gun," I said in return.

"Okay..." he came closer to me, passing me the gun. "Now, I need to have a look at something inside our home."

I gave him my 'Are you serious?' look.

"Alright, fine... your home..." he responded, looking very disappointed.

As soon as we got inside he ran off into the house. I yelled at him to get back here, but he didn't listen. So typical of him.

"Where are they?" he yelled from the other side of the house.

"Where are what?" I yelled back at him.

He came running back into the room with one of the telegrams.

"There's only one..." he said in shock, waving the telegram around like a madman.

"Uhh... no there isn't; there's heaps of them. All in my room. I even organised them into a book-kind-of-thing..."

"Well what ever you did with them, they're not there anymore."

I didn't believe him. So I rushed into my room and had a look with my own eyes.

He was right. There is nothing here. Where in the world did they all go?

There was a large bang that sounded as if it came from the lounge room where my husband was.

"AMANDA! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.... NOW!!" I heard him yell.

It sounded like there was someone else in there with him. I ran back to where the noise came from and there he was... well, I should say there they were. Two of my husbands... again. They just looked at each other after I entered the room. They were about 2 meters apart, one at the door, and the other near the entrance to the room where I was standing.