Time lines

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Jackson kicked the little stones from beneath his feet. He'd been having a bit of a rough morning, his coffee maker broke and his pants -that had been dried in the wash- took ten minutes to struggle into.
On his way to work, he stopped by the small town bakery that always made fresh donuts daily. He bought a boxful of his favorites and started off again. With a new found pep in his step, Jackson clocked into work with a smile. 
Clocking out at 5:36 PM, he started his walk back home. His tired eyes ached and his legs almost gave out at one point, he knew he should have slept more last night. But every thought was driven from his head when the sky started to shake. At first he didn't notice, but when a man ran full force into him, knocking him down, he was laying on his back staring at the trembling stars. Jackson gasped and flung himself to his feet, arms reaching out to grab the nearest object as if to ground himself. Taken over by instinct, his feet pounded the pavement and he soon found himself at his apartment door.
Locking himself safely inside, he instantly turned the television to the news station. The reporter was speaking into the mic with wide eyes. "This unknown phenomenon has taken place all over the world. We urge people not to panic, stay inside and keep tuned, we'll update you when we get more information!" The crowd of people around her rushed about, some getting in cars, others simply running.
Jackson knew it had to do with It. This had happened before. When he was only 5, It had come and taken his parents away. He remembered being in the foster care system until he was 11, only being adopted when some family had taken enough pity.
When It came, no one was safe. Not even They could help. No one knew who It or They were, only that one caused chaos and the other caused heavenly emotions. They hadn't visited in years, every one thought They were dead.
Jackson huddled in his room with only the T.V. on. He felt the first tickle of a panic attack creeping it's way in his body. With a heavy breath he laid on his stomach and tried to take his mind off of the terror outside. The news station only said the same thing, that this was because of It. And that they didn't know what to do.
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The next day Jackson woke up with a horrible taste in his mouth. He rolled over on his bed, tangled in the soft fleece blanket that he always used to comfort himself. When he emerged from the bathroom after brushing his teeth, he found a strange man waiting in his kitchen. With a startled sort of noise, Jackson stumbled back. The man in his kitchen only stared back with curiosity. "Who are you and how did you get in?" Jackson asked, voice hoarse. "I am not from your time line. I am here to fix the damage the gods have caused." Jackson's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his own morbid curiosity taking hold. "Where are you from then? And what's your name?" The man in the kitchen looked around with eyes that seemingly clubbed colors, jackson could clearly see the golden brown now, but he could swear they were a pale blue earlier. "I am from the gods timeline. We take refuge in a land that outlives human life, but we enjoy coming back to you and watching the way you live life." His eyes focused on Jackson, the iris now a beautiful hazel. "I am zenus, the God of joy. I have taken the name of Lucas as I live on your world." Jackson looked at the floor, trying to piece this all together.
With a cup of hot tea between his hands, Jackson tried to work out more of the story with Zenus, or Lucas as he wished to be called. The human world was under attack by a different God. Her name was Lythoen, she was the Goddess of everything evil. She had shifted the time line to three weeks before the fall of human kind. Strange events would take place as the days went on, the rain would be purple, faint at first, but on the final day it would be as opaque as any other color. Small earthquakes would rattle the ground but never seem to do any damage. The oceans would start to stop in movement and the moon would grow larger in the sky every day.
Jackson took a sip of his tea. "So everyone is going to die?" He asked. Lucas shook his head. "On the last day half of the population will die, the rest will perish as time passes." He looked to the floor. "Jackson I came to you because you are not human." Lucas whispered. Jackson's eyes shot up. "I'm, I'm not human?" He stuttered. Lucas shook his head. "We put you here because you wanted to know what it was like to live as a human in their final days. When the time comes, you will not die. You will return to us at last."
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On the final day, Lucas stood by jackson's side at the top of his apartment building. Jackson sucked in a breath, ready to face whatever gods were going to greet him. Lucas reached to grab his hand, matching their gazes. The sky shook once more. It began to rain. Thick, fat, purple drops fell from the sky. As they landed, everything they touched was taken over by a mass of purple mush. Jackson watched it happen. He couldn't contain his surprise when a car on the street -previously covered in the purple goo- sloshed down into a pile of it. Soon every car in his range of sight did the same. He watched as the slime covered lamp posts and trees, destroying just one but every other thing of its kind seemed to condense into the same goo that was currently flooding the street.
"It's time to go home now," Lucas's voice broke the silence, startling Jackson. "Your mother is waiting, I'm sure the others will want to know what's it's like as a human." Jackson nodded. He what he thought to be anxiety over take him, but he turned out to be wrong. Large wings burst from his tan back, shredding his shirt and revealing his chest to the open air. Jackson let out a cry of shock just as he felt the wings grow bigger and bigger until they were longer that his body and nearly twice the weight. He blinked his eyes rapid fire, the blood shot whites turning a pale blue, and the warm brown of his irises turning black. Memories flooded back to him. Times of playing with small children among the stars, of eating dinner with the giantess that had created him. Of holding Zenus's hand and holding him close. "Come my lover," Zenus whispered. "It's time."