Magus the Amazing Time Travelling CEO

Chapter 1 Nevada 1955

A was driving downa road to the nearest NukeTown out side of Las Vegas in my 1955 Ford Fairline wistling Route 66 playing on my car radio. I looked over my rear view mirrors, dust from the Nevada desert was clouding about my car's tail end. I put my eyes back on the road to make sure I didn't crash into anything. I then proceeded to look at the passenger seat. The anonymous letter I got at my Citrus Computer's office told me to drive from my Silicon Valley home in Cupertino, California. I didn't dare question it, why? I don't know, it just felt like I should. The road pulled into a NukeTown and I made an attempt to find a good parking place but with this being an atomic bomb test site, nothing was safe.

The house I was looking for, by no doubt, was infact the color of teal. If I'm right that is also the iconic color of choice for the shirt MineCraft Steve wore, how I know this in 1955, you'll find out soon. I walked along the mock sidewalk passing various dummies used to represent people and how much damage a bomb could do to a person. It creeped me out, almost reminded me of Weeping Angels. Again how I knew this is time travel, you'll find out soon. I climbed 3 steps to the generic front door, knocked, and didn't get an answer. Finding that the door wasn't locked I walked inside to find my self in the living room. Which was, infact, not very lively.

"Hello?" I called into the shaded nothingness. The window reflected what light of sunset the sky could muster. Nothing responded back. CLANK! that sounded like pots and pans in the kitchen, I calmy walked over to see what was going on. (after stepping in the living room the kitchen door is dead ahead towards the left a little).

"Damn it!" hissed the voice coming from the kitchen. I was able to get a good look at the stranger standing in the room. He was hunched over a sink that was on the right wall, rinsing off his skin. The male's skin was dark (black), seemed to be about five feet and six inches tall, a teenager about seventeen years old. He wore blue jeans and a black shirt. When he finally turned his eyes were closed and his finger was in the stranger's mouth. I assumed he burnt his finger judging from the skillet on the stove and the poorly made Reuben being toasted on the stove. His shirt had a picture of an alabaster toon unicorn with a purple mane along with blue text on the top and bottom portions of the shirt saying "Oh it is on!". That's when it struck me that either he was a deviant or from the future.

"Greetings, young man." I greeted the teen. "Hey, ow. Could you wait a while? My finger still hurts from burning it on the stove trying to make a Reuben sandwich. I think I should just stick to George Forman grills instead," he looked up at me and, with his other hand pointed to the living room. "Don't worry the TV works, I tested it this morning. So just sit on the couch and I'll join you shortly." He finished his sentence and I could not believe the language he spoke! Did the people lose all of their sentence structure in the future? Or did they just grow lazy and didn't want to take the time to use a thesaurus.

I sat on the couch and turned on the television and did my best to find an airing of Disneyland the show, or the Howdy Doody show. "When the others arrive I will explain things. Oh, my name is Jackson by the way. Jackson Flynn."

To be continued until I post chapter 2.

Author's corner.

Hope you guys enjoy reading the first chapter of this story. And sorry this is so late getting posted and also for posting the to introductions on the same day. But if that doesn't matter to you as long as you get to read an interesting book, then ok!