Time Shift

Chapter 7

Derek woke up from the cold hard chiselled floor. He remembered giving Emilia a soft and gentle kiss before he disappeared. He guessed it was a dream, even though it felt too real. He looked around and realised that he was in Gary's place again. He looked at all the bookshelves, and they were back in place, standing next to the walls. The one he pulled down wasn't even damaged. He turned around and looked at the wall dedicated to portraits and paintings and saw that Wene Grislar, the fourteen-year-old boy, was in the portrait with his father. Had he travelled into the past? Or was that his dream as well? Both dreams looked, felt and sounded too real. Though, he could have been wrong about them.

He got up from the ground only to see another man look at him. He was wearing a black robe. Derek couldn't see the man's eyes because of his black good covering his eyes.

The man shrugged to himself and looked ninety degrees away from Derek.

"Master, I have captured another one."

"Alright, good! Now go away!" Derek heard Gary's voice from his bedroom.

The robed man looked at Derek once more before he headed for the door and dropped from there. Derek chased after the man, only to find that the robed man was gone from sight. Lucky bastard.

He realised he felt his body ache, but he didn't mind it at all.

He shut the door and turned around. He saw Gary in his sleep. He then headed towards the wall of portraits and studied them. To remind himself, he looked at the first painting again. It was a girl giving a black flower to a boy. The second one was an emotionless boy with a happy father in one portrait. It was weird. Cameras weren't invented until at least the 1800s. Hopefully, his estimation was true. He didn't bother with the second portrait. He moved on to the third one, which was a painting of Wene Grislar on the ground and a mysterious man standing before him. Wene looked scared, like he was being abused. If Derek travelled to the past, could he help Wene? He wanted to believe so. Keeping in mind of the third painting, he moved on to the fourth, which was an older Wene just sleeping on a bed. He frowned at the painting, thinking what it meant.

"Hey, you hungry?" Gary's voice sounded.

At Gary's mention, Derek's stomach grumbled and felt hot and uncomfortable.

"What do we have?"

"Sandwich."

Derek raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but headed to Gary anyway. Gary was awake and he was holding a packed sandwich which looked delicious with tuna, cheese, mayonnaise, and other ingredients as its content.

"It's not a trick? It's actually tuna?" Derek asked.

Gary nodded and handed it to Derek, to which Derek reciprocated by receiving it with thanks. He opened the pack and took a bite from it. It was real tuna, like, genuine tuna with genuine other ingredients. Although, his brain could be lying to him. No matter. He enjoyed his sandwich until he finished the whole sandwich. It was delicious.

"I thought you'd give me something crappy. Guess I was-"

"What did you say, Derek?!" Gary shouted, his megalomaniac side showing again.

"I meant, the sandwich was delicious," Derek said, with a forced happy tone. "It was fucking delicious!"

"Good," Gary said before heading back to sleep.

Derek turned around and saw another gunny sack just next to his dried vomit. He totally forgot about the next kidnap victim. He went over to the sack and untied the sack and pulled the person out. It was a lady, approximately in her twenties. She was unconscious.