𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

PTTF - Chapter 12

"How could you even sleep through all of this? ABBY WAKE UP!" a voice hissed loudly in my ear.

I woke up with a start, turning around in all four directions in alarm.

"Gosh, finally." Cleo huffed, her dark curtain of hair all of over her face.

"What's the matter?" I groaned, rubbing off the sleep in my eyes.

She didn't have to answer.

The door of our dorm banged loudly.

"Citizens from the other planet, by the order of the Government, I order you to open the door, or we shall break it down." a voice bellowed from the other side.

I swallowed and looked at Aiden, who looked back at me.

They were going to get in anyway.

I climbed off my bed, grabbed my housecoat and slippers and walked to the door.

It banged hard on my face, and with the hope that they wouldn't skewer me alive by being so close it, I unlock the doorknob and run as fast as I could to my friends.

Four men in black suits barged in, dark shades over their eyes as they observed the room.

"You know you could've just used the access pass to get in here." Aiden retorted.

"You, my boy," a tall man with jet-black hair stepped in front, "keep your mouth shut. Or else kiss that tongue of yours good-bye."

"Guards, take them," the dark, chubby one ordered, as three officers entered and clutched our hands tightly.

I warned the other two to not resist, but just go with the flow, since we had done nothing wrong.

Flabbergasted, they handcuffed and dragged us out of the room, leaving the men in black to investigate our dorm further.

My sleepiness was long gone, and I couldn't help but believe that Aiden was right. The Tellurians couldn't be trusted. And it's not like three teenagers can fight the entire planet.

Stumbling down steps as the guards pushed us down the hard white washed corridors, we went up an elevator and finally came to the topmost floor.

The level immediately opened to a grand office, surrounded by glass windows that overlooked the tall sky scrapers and mountains, glass tables and white chairs circling the main desk.

The three of us looked at each other, the nerves were kicking in.

That earthquake should've hit 42 before we got to the Time Machine.

This was purely unnecessary trouble.

At the brown main desk stood a tall man, dressed in a light blue suit, dirty blond hair slicked to the back with gel, as a cigar popped out of his mouth.

These people really like to kill themselves for leisure.

He finally turned around to us to reveal his face, and the three of us gasped in horror.

Chancellor Gaerverdinck.

He gave a reproachful smile before sashaying to us, the smoke on his cigar filling up the entire room.

Passive smoking at its finest.

He scrutinized each of us before stopping at Cleo, who trembled and whimpered silently where she was standing.

"Quite amusing that you know my name. but I prefer Prime Minister, if you don't mind." he spoke nastily, closing up his face to Cleo's.

"So, you're not the president." I declared, throwing sharp stilettoes at him.