Killing Time

Chapter 2

I headed down a long, white corridor. The stench of rubbing alcohol infiltrated my nostrils. I came to a stop in front of a door with the word "Travelers" engraved on it. I set my palm flat on a small screen attached to the side of the door. I could feel the heat radiating against my skin as it scanned my fingerprints. A green light flashed as the door opened before me. The room was large and filled with a wide variety of strange machines. I entered into the crowded, nauseating chaos. Two Medics in protective suits came to assist me at my side. One of them grabbed my arm and rolled up my sleeve in a vigorous manner. His grip on my skin tightened, cutting my circulation; while the other inserted a large needle into my arm. The toxins burned at my veins, as if I had just been drained of my blood. He shook his head in dissapointment and thrust the needle deeper into my skin. I winced at the pain, confused as to why he hadn't removed the needle from my arm. Was this not my normal daily dose? The Medic's grip on my arm loosened as the other one removed the needle. He did not dispose of it as he should have, instead he set it back down on the silver tray and walked away. A strange feeling ran through my skin. I looked down to see a small lump on my arm, emitting a strange green light. This was not my sedatives, they had just inserted a chip into me.

Anger tore at my brain like a fire licking it's way into my heart. The flames grew stronger, leaving charcoal marks and ashes. I didn't understand what was going on. I could trust no one. Hurriedly, I left the room and entered into another door. A much larger and protected door, leading to a vacant, clean room. I slammed the door shut. The room was empty of people, except it contained a single person. A handsome, well-presented man looked at me with a calm regarding look. He was the Keeper. The almighty, respected Time Keeper.

"Can you explain to me why I am not being informed of what is going on?" I spat at him with anger-a little more disrespect than I should have used.

Calmly, he put his hands together as if he was contemplating. He provided me with a warm look as a response, as if his eyes would soothe my anger. I could not be hypnotized by this trickery nonsense. I demanded to know why he was keeping secrets.

"Why has The Programs procedures changed?" I asked more calmly.

"Times have changed somewhat more drastically than we'd expected. We are attempting at a new solution to this issue." He responded.

"What issue? Why has The Plan changed?" I was utterly confused.

"Travelers have become harder to reach. The number of Killing rates have risen, and so have the lost of Travelers. This insanity is spreading fast, and we cannot risk losing our humanity because of it."

"It has been required by the board that all Travelers be given a tracker. We cannot lose anymore of you. Many members are seceding from the board of union in fear of death, corruption. They say our dystopian society must come to an end." He paused, licking his parched lips.

"The Plan has changed. We are sending you as our next Traveler through The Time. Your Training is over." He said, rushed, as he paced out of the room.

"Keeper, I cannot complete this task! My Training has only begun, I am not ready!" I screamed, mentally and physically exhausted.

He stopped pacing, turned around and looked me with stunning hazel eyes. With a firm, yet pitiful whispering voice he said:

"No one will ever be."

My heart shook. I shuddered at the thought of traveling into The Time. The nightmare I always feared as a child was facing me today.

[If I get more reads, then chapter three and four will be published! Love you guys!]