Timelines or troubled pasts?...

This story will be rethought of.

Two friends, live in the small town of ClocksVile. The town was known for its excellent clock makers. No matter the material, the people of ClocksVile could make clocks out of almost anything.
Back to the two friends, they were still in their twenties. They just finished they're awesome clubhouse. It was made of old wood, metal, and other materials from the dumpsters in the town. They didn't really like to make clocks to much, unlike the other kids. Even though they were alone in their new ideas, they still had each other. Sadly, one day the two find a stranger lurking around their club house. They hid and waited patiently. Suddenly, a hand grabbed one of them as they're pulled out of their hiding place. The other grab his only friend and held on tight. The stranger had eyes of white liquid, as if his eyes were torn out, but instead of blood their was that white stuff..it's fAce seemed old and ragged..plus his arms seemed thin like sticks. The kid tried to kick the stranger, but they grabbed his leg. Luckily, a Green sparks appear as they shot the stranger into the wall. Once freed, the two friends ran for their lives straight for the town. Unfortunately, a man stops the two. He was like the other stranger, but he was younger and wasn't as easy to get away from.
The two gripped their hands together tightly not wanting to lose each other. The man smirked as he reaches for them, but before he could touch them the same Green sparks appeared and shot the man into a trash pile. They two were surprised by their strange ability, but the two just ran away from their club house. Going to their one house, together.