Superhuman [Book 1]

25 || Something Good Goes Right

➟ zane

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The hovercraft crept closer to the ground. Alliot beamed with terror as it got closer. I saw myself shaking. I felt the fear I shouldn't. We aren't ready. We aren't ready. Times were tough. jBots lined the street, shooting civilians as they ran for their lives. We were helpless.

That little girl, Alice, screamed towards something. Sam screamed at the floor, tears in his eyes, melting away the thick ice that crawled across his skin. Ly screamed to the ground while holding onto a piece of metal high in the air. Then, just suddenly a human-like wolf face covered my vision. It snarled and said: "It doesn't matter you're all-"

"Rise and shine beautiful morning right here in the heart of Fresno, California, baby!" The radio pierced my ears and my head jerked up smacking the shelf.

"Son of a bitch!" I grumbled, sitting up. Sunlight peaked through the blinds. It was so bright my eyes squinted and were barely open. Tommy hit the alarm below me and the radio stopped.

"Why do you have to set that thing every day? We get the day off. It's like setting an alarm on the weekend," I complained, rubbing my eyes.

"Time. It's precious, getting up early is better than wasting time sleeping," Tommy said, getting up and stretching. He began to change into clothing and I flopped back onto my pillow. Suddenly, images from the dream flashed through my mind.

That Alice girl  screaming, Sam screaming, "You're all-". That was all I could remember.

Tommy reached up and smacked my face. "Get up! Today we have a picnic!" I cursed at him and rolled over. "I'll get the bucket," Tommy warned.

"Like hell," I mumbled. "Let me sleep."

There was no sound and I suggested Tommy left. Five minutes later although, a screaming cold substance fell on top of me. I screamed and sat up, spitting the substance I know knew as water, out of my mouth. "Rise and shine!" Tommy yelled aggressively.

"Fuck you," I said shaking out the water from my now drenched hair. I climbed off the sopping sheets and ran into the bathroom bringing clothes to change into.

Once in the hallway I saw no one was up yet. The water was cool, but not to cold. I showered and changed in under ten minutes.

I walked into the kitchen where Tommy was packing food into a picnic basket. I smacked the back of his head that told him I didn't like what he did.

"I put the sheets in the dryer and the mattress on the balcony," Tommy said. "Oh, and I made all the lunches including Piers' but I don't really think he wants to come."

"And how did you manage to do that in under ten minutes?" I asked, leaning against the counter.

Tommy gave me a look as if to say, "Did you really just ask that?"

"Right," I said remembering his ability of time. "It's quite interesting how you can do that. If you saw yourself in the past, wouldn't it cause a paradox?"

"Yes and no," Tommy explained. I gave him a look telling him to explain further. He sighed and leaned against the counter. "Paradoxes are confusing. I can travel back and only see myself, but no one else. If I travel forwards I can only see myself and I cannot change the future, or past. I can do simple tasks like I just did. But say someone important died and the government wanted me to save them by going back in time and stopping the killer, I couldn't. Saving one life is the quantity of saving a billion lives. No life can be saved, no injury can be undone. It's fixed."

I stared at him wide eyed. "What?"

Tommy signed. "I can't change the past unless I'm doing chores. Same goes with the future. I can only see myself. End of story, bye bye."