What happens when you mess with the past? Can you actually change the future? How far would the universe go to maintain this balance?
Haidyn, a broken hearted boy, will go to any lengths to mess with Universe as she was the cause of all his sorrow...
Before my questions could be properly worded in my mind, Hayden grabs onto Kyra, Lennox and I and whisks us away from the mall. Automatically, the siblings' eyes close, anticipating the transport. I, on the other hand, not wanting to miss a thing from the way Hayden changes the scenery.
My cells feel the change before my eyes can perceive it. Every part of my being is tugged left to right and right to left. My body is being decomposed and reattached wrongly. My cells, tug in every direction possible, in every possible angle, is both hot and cold. I am burning and freezing, whole and in pieces at the same time. It feels strange. A wave of musical heat travel throughout Hayden's pulsing body, travelling rapidly, using the passage created by our skin contact to enter me. This is the most special and unique sensation I have ever felt. The fire originating from where Hayden had me in his hold kept plunging into my stomach, messing with every little cell in my body making it too much for me to handle. Hayden's mouth was etched into a smile but his eyes tell me it wasn't a kind one. His entire body language screams malice. Fear suddenly pooled into my heart, mixing with the warmth, taking over. Going against my instincts, my body shut down and my eyes close. Behind my eyelids, colours and shadows are then mixing, then fighting each other for control. Somehow, I know the darkness would win.
My eyes were shut, but I wasn't unconscious. Not this time. Hayden is whizzing us away to God knows where. Again. And I can feel every single motion, every single direction we are going in. Our destination is fast approaching. I can feel it.
My feet hit the ground and I feel so disoriented. It takes me few seconds to regain my composure but once I do, I glance around to see where I got zipped off to this time. We are in the middle of a street. The street looks really old school and I wonder what year it is.
"Broadway, February 9th, 1964." A flat tone inquires. Well, that answers my question, thanks Hay-Hay.
It is fascinating. Our whole surroundings smells of cigars and looks retro. The big digital screens which the 21st century people were so accustomed to see were replaced by old-fashioned signs hanging from buildings. I'm not sure if it's because I'm seeing Broadway like this in real life or because it's so much prettier without all the pollution created by the publicity, but 1964 New York is so different from what I've seen in pictures growing up.
I know, I know, 1964, impossible, right? Yes, I think so too but I'll play fetch. I'll go along with these crazies until I actually understand what's happening and what drugs I'm on and how they got them into me. But for now, I'd enjoy the view.
"Wow. This is amazing," I utter under my breath.
I've never seen anything like this in my life, which is pretty shitty, I mentally remind myself.
These New York buildings are giants and their toes are consisted of little shops. The first thing I see is a little cozy coffee shop. A nice smell draws me to it. I'm hungry. The sun keeps glaring at me from its high position in the sky, reflecting in the shops' glass windows and blinding me. It also scorches my pale skin but the sun feels nice and invigorating.
As you can see, my attention keeps getting pulled elsewhere. The birds chirping on the wires, the sun, the beautiful sky and the people. Their style is crazy. The photographs weren't lying.
What the hell are we going to do here?
I hear my cocky companion inhale and exhale exaggeratedly loud:
"Well, isn't this fun guys?" He proclaims in a cheerier voice than before as he keeps walking down the street as if it were a totally normal day.
Lennox falls into step next to him with a confused-but-not-at-all-surprised-at-this-turn-of-events look. He must be used to it. I mentally note.
"Ehm bro... Maybe like, ehm, I dunno, tell us why the heck we are here? Or where we're going?" he asks in a hurried but still voice as to not startles the beast in front of him.
I hear hushed voices and I detach myself from the conversation to look back at the scenery in never-ending change as we progress through the town . Lennox falls back into step with me. I gather up all my courage, which is very limited, and speak up to the boy next to me. Well, I didn't speak up more like spoke down because I'm timid and weird but that's beyond the point right now.... hahahaha... ha...
"Euhm. aren't people going to notice us? You know... what we look like?" I ask in shaky voice.
"You never looked at us, did you? At yourself? You were probably more into observing the scenery, which is completely understandable in your case."
I do as he says and really look at him. What I see bewilders me completely. All his clothes, even his hairstyle is completely morphed. And not to anything, to something that completely fits into our surroundings and era. I stare down at my own appearance in shock. I am wearing a sky blue knee-length dress. Ugh I hate dresses. My hands automatically slowly, as if in fear, go up to my head to touch my hair. Oh my God. Me, Ava, has something else that a ponytail in my hair. What has this world come to.
My thoughts are stopped short when my body collides with something hard. I realize that it's Hayden's muscular back. Curse him. I mentally state. He is looking intently at the door in front of us. Above the door is a huge sign:
CBS TELEVISION 50
THE ED SULLIVAN SHOW
THE BEATLES
"To any of you who were wondering," Hayden finally proclaims, "This is the exact time and date, well not exact time because it is happening in an hour that the Beatles' had, or more precisely, will have, the most defining interview of their career, and most importantly, the interview we're going to make damn well sure that's not going to air for those 73 million awaiting Americans!"
With this said he strides by me knocking me on the shoulder leading the siblings I to a small door in the beginning of an alley. Time for a show... Or rather, for a cancelled one.
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