Dance of Time

Leo

When I wake up, I find myself in a room with lights so bright that I have to squint for a while for my eyes to become accustomed, then I gasp and sit upright when I remember how I got here, or more accurately, when I don't remember how I got here.

I survey the room and find two girls with black tattoos and... wings... Black wings. Like angels of death, standing next to my bed.

At least, I assume they're tattoos until I see them move under their skin, I'm pretty sure I heard my jaw hit the floor, thinking I must have died and this is heaven. Or at least purgatory. Or maybe hell with the way these lights are shining.

"-and we just want to know how much you know." The one on the right was speaking to me but I'd only caught the last of her sentence because of my gaping.

"What?" I ask stupidly, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Look, Sigma, he obviously doesn't know anything useful." The one on the left starts speaking, but the one on the right -Sigma- ignores her and asks me again.

"What do you know? Do you know how you got here?"

I shake my head no.

"What is the last thing you remember?" The one on the left asks.

"Uh, a flash of light, a buzzing noise, then a falling sensation and landing on something hard. Where am I?"

"Well, that just clarifies what we already know, Omicron." Sigma tells the one on the left, ignoring my question.

Confused out of my mind, I try again. "So, do you guys mind telling me who you are and how the hell I got here?"

They ignore me -yet again- and start whispering to each other, I can't make out what they are saying. Then Omicron huffs and walks out the door.

"Excuse me?" I ask and Sigma turns and faces me, staring me straight in the eyes with her own completely black ones as though she can see straight through my soul. I flinch but keep talking. "Who are you? Where am I? How did I get here? Have I died? What happened to the possum? Is there-"

"Slow down or I won't be able to answer your questions." She sighs and sits on the hospital bed across from me. "I am Sigma, one of twenty-four genetically engineered hybrids. You are in one of the lowest levels of the Earthian embassy for extra terrestrial and mundane Earthian beings. You came to be here by being transported through time, from the twenty-first century into this one, the thirty-first, my guess is that Erick managed to manipulate the teleporting device to allow you to hitchhike in on the time-warp into the Time Zone. No, you haven't died and I don't know what a possum is." She shakes her head and takes a breath. "Is there anything else?"

I sit there stunned, trying to process the new information so quickly I can almost feel my brain frying, and conclude that this isn't real.

After a while, I'm able to string some words together, knowing I must have been knocked out in P.E. and am probably making this all up in my head, why else would there be beautiful, creepy angels of death? "What is the Time Zone?"

"The Time Zone is a separate dimension in which you travel through to move forward and backward through time, you use a teleportation device to enter that dimension, but you can only enter that dimension if the circumstances allows you, something like an auspicious moment, then you must picture exactly what time you want to get to, or put in coordinates if you enter through one of the twelve known entry portals in the galaxy, and that activates the time warp and you exit the Time Zone. Otherwise if you stay in that dimension too long, your organic body begins to disintegrate. That's what makes you being here so strange," she makes a face. "Because manipulating a time-warp device to allow another traveler is practically impossible."