1 Name: Malice : 2008-04-13 22:05 [Del]
The Confessions of Thomas Temple
Part 1
There wasn't a moment when I thought that I wouldn't succeed. From the very moment that time opened her secrets to me--that brilliant moment when the world made sense--I knew that my creation would work. There wouldn't need to be any maintenance required. Nobody would have to know about it. Still, I couldn't help myself; I had to hold my breath.
I snapped the plastic casing onto my creation and turned it over so that I could look at the front of it. About the size of my old hand-held cassette tape recorder, the device was bright red and white with a simple digital display. I put my hand on the power switch and held it upward, finishing the firmware installation and giving my machine its first spark.
Despite the idea that nobody but myself would ever use this device, I gave the construction a password. Nobody knew of this machine's existance, but that didn't mean someone couldn't discover it. Throughout my whole life, I'd experienced just how weak I was and how weak people thought I was. I couldn't risk my technology falling into the hands of a mugger.
Still, if used properly, my device would never let that happen.
I punched in the password on the simple 4-key input that I'd resalvaged from an old calculator. 302032. Hitting the 1 key would have dire consequences, but I wasn't afraid of a mistroke. The display flashed, running through information and checks. It booted perfectly.
It was too big to hide in my pocket or on my watch, and it was very heavy for its size. All of the electronics were packed as small as could be done, and without any way to dispell heat. Prolonged use would destroy it. I slipped it into my jacket pocket and zipped it shut. As handy as possible.
I turned my attention back to my desktop computer. My finger skimmed over the enter button, flirting with the idea of abandoning my work. I was struck by the woman on my workstation wallpaper. Her perfect face. Perfect expression. He wondered what it would be like to have her look at him that way, instead of looking to someone off of the camera. I put my hand up to the computer monitor and touched it, stroking her head. "I'll see you soon, Sophia."
The memories came flooding back to me. Watching her from the back of the classroom from first grade until high shool graduation. Failing at everything she excelled at, and only excelling at the things she wasn't interested in. The fake smiles she gave me in conversation. The hours I spent following her after school. The lonely night I almost ended it all at the bridge after finding out she had a boyfriend.
I never got the nerve up to try to ask her for a date. I knew that I was stalking her. I knew that it was detestable. My attraction to her was so great that it transcended decency. Every time my thoughts turned to her after we parted our ways when we left for college, it wrenched my gut. Like this time.
I shook my head and pounded the enter key.
The screen went black, and a textual cursor began running in circles. It was writing the whole drive to 0's. Again, even though I knew that I couldn't possibly fail, I still took precautions to make sure nobody else could exploit my discovery the way I was going to. Being careful in preparation was second-nature to me. Failure always got to me.
I stood up from my wheeled chair and looked down at my desk. My nameplate was there. THOMAS TEMPLE, it read.
"Temple Tom the peeping tom!" Brad shouted down at me. I was curled up on the floor, tucking my head between my arms. My own bedroom. Brad had destroyed my telescope by dropping it out of my window and was kicking me. I felt a pang of lament; I'd watched Sophie Swift for seven years with that telescope, but it was nothing compared to the pain and embarassment I was feeling at the hands of her hot-head boyfriend.
I pushed the nameplate over, burrying my name and the memory it had conjured. At that time of my life, I was barely getting by at the local community college while she attended the local university. Twenty years old. I was weak to have been so careless with my equipment. Things were different now.
It was just a tiny little studio apartment. I'd been renting it for nearly ten years and it held far more memories for me than my own house. This was a necessary expense to fulfill my dreams and it didn't hurt my expenses too much to have it. Only on Sundays did I check back on my house. My weekly routine got me a reputation for being an eccentric, but that was nothing new for me. Ten years ago when my parents died--that same year I earned my PhD--I hatched my plan.
It was time to abandon my life of scientific research.
I stepped out of the dump I'd spent the last ten years and out into the sunlight. God, was that bright.
I reached my hand into my jacket pocket and held the machine. I thumbed the largest button on the face, and felt the world go cold and blue.
I was in a shell. The shell extended in a four foot radius from the device at the moment, but the effect was variable to a maximum of six feet. At my feet, a spider was crawling allong the concrete apartment walkway. However, the people on the city street were frozen in stride. Things that had been falling were not falling. For them, time had stopped.
I reached into my other pocket and pulled out my 9mm handgun. All this time I'd been holding onto it. I hadn't even used it on Brad the day he broke into my parents house. There was a time when I was going to use it at the school. I think that's why I got it. I'm not really sure.
But the first thing I did during my maiden voyage of the time machine was walk to that street and hold the gun up at the nearest target. He was a cab driver, focused completely on what was infront of him. I fired twice, aiming for his face.
I dropped the gun in reaction to what I'd done. It jumped in my hand! It hurt!
The gun fell to the ground in a clatter, but did not discharge, thankfully. I held my hand up to my face and saw the blood. The mantle of the handgun had bit the flesh at the back of my thumb. I was no John Wayne.
I thought about picking the gun up again, but I was above the law with power such as this. As soon as the bullets I had fired left the shell, they had stopped in mid-air. Frozen like the rest of the world.
The machine in my pocket was starting to burn, and I realized I needed to turn it off soon. I walked a ways down the street, careful not to let any of the other pedestrians enter into my shell. It occured to me that I should probably make sure I was out of immediate sight of other people. Once I had a suitable spot, I hit the large button on the time machine again, and a rush of heat came to me.
The world was real again. Warm. Not blue.
B-B-B-BANG-G-G-G!
The sound of my odd shot hit me almost immediately, and I turned in time to watch the doomed cab carined into oncoming traffic. The crashing sounds were much louder than I had anticipated, and I danced away from the curb.
There was screaming and running. A few ran away, like me. That time machine burned so hot in my jacket I almost felt like flinging it away. I never saw the face of the driver after he was hit with the bullets, but I am certain that he died.
I felt a rush from my crime allong with the fear. I kept running down the road like a madman until the machine cooled off. I cranked a knob on it all the way to the right and hit the large button again. I then ran across the street.
My shell touched the back end of a frozen pickup truck, and the metal's suspended momentum was released, bending it inward. A jogging woman on the other crosswalk was the next guinnea pig as I exposed her uplifted leg to the shell. The meat twisted back with the suspended momentum, but the leg stayed together. It didn't seem to really damage her, but then again it wasn't much force.
I pressed a different button on the time machine and shortened the shell so that it barely encompassed me. The risk of injuring myself was greater, but I had to know the answers!
Approaching the jogging woman a bit closer, I could now grab her foot without exposing the rest of her body to my protected environment. My hands closed around her foot, and it felt cold. I tugged harshly, and it came off.
"Ohh!" I cried, falling onto my back. By immediate reaction, I curled my legs up to prevent my body from escaping the time machine's shell. The foot was bleeding onto my jacket. I tossed it away quickly, and it froze in the air as it escaped my influence. The bleeding stopped.
I rolled onto my elbows and knees and vomited on the sidewalk. The taste of butterscotch schnaaps and bile filled my mouth. This was a fuck of a way to start the best day of my life.
I slowly stood up, looking around me even though I knew nobody could possibly be watching me. I looked back to the jogging woman and saw that she was not bleeding from her leg. Or at least not yet. That round cut showed me a lot of detail of her insides. Though disgusted, I was intrigued. I studied the frozen muscle and bone for a long moment, realizing that what I was looking at was not much different than any other animal's meat. It actually calmed my stomach a bit to see it.
The heat of the time machine pulled my attention away from my curiosities, and I retreated to the other side of the street before hitting the button to restore the world to its natural state.
Amusingly, the jogger stumbled onto her stump twice before falling, trying uselessly to use the missing foot before crashing onto her side. She raised up her leg to look at the end in shrieked in horror and pain. I left when other people came running to her aid.
My feet took me to a familiar location. Right between my house and my apartment was Lucky Lane, a quiet residential street. By now my time machine was once again cool. I walked up to the yellow house two doors from the end of the row. The one with the tricycle and full sized pickup truck infront of it. The one that right now housed Sophia Banker and her family, who had just arrived from church maybe an hour before.
I walked up to the door, my nerves more settled. One hand went to my time machine pocket. I was identifying with Frodo Baggins and his One Ring. Stopping at the doorstep, I pulled open the screen door. I pushed open the wooden one.
It was lunchtime at the Banker residence. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. The kitchen was the first right from the hallway. When I rounded the corner, I saw four pairs of round eyes.
Recognition flashed across Sophia's face, and then Brad's. "Get out of my house!" Brad shouted, standing up. I hit the button on my time machine, freezing him in place in mid-stand, the kitchen chair balancing impossibly on its back two legs.
I walked to the first of the children and passed behind her. The shell was allowed to swallow the back of her head. She must have been about seventeen, but she favored her father entirely too much for my tastes. I punched the back of her head hard, and it caved. The wound was fatal--she just hadn't received it yet. Her Brad-like face was still wearing that stupid, baffled expression when I left her.
The second child was slightly younger, and favored her mother more. I put the shell over her the back of her head, but hesitated a moment before pulling away. Despite knowing that half of that spawn was Brad Banker's, I couldn't kill the child.
Next it was Brad's turn. I covered his midsection with the shell and grabbed him by the belt of his pants. With a hard tug, I separated his hips away from the rest of his body. His upper torso was suspended in air, arms pushing up against the table. However, his lower torso was too much for me to carry for long, and I let it slop against the white tiled floor below, bloody.
This time I didn't throw up. Instead, I felt elated. Brad was going to die, and I was going to watch. I just had to wait a little bit.
It was Sophie's turn next.
If I hadn't been watching her constantly, I would never have recognized her. She'd grown fat as a stay-at-home mom.
I destroyed one of her counter drawers accidentally while pulling it open, but I managed to grab a knife without damaging it. I then walked into the bathroom and broke open the medicine cabinet, recovering a bottle of sleeping pills.
I walked back to the kitchen and the amusing collection of bewildered faces at the moment before their mortal injuries would overcome them. I dropped the pills into Sophie's glass. It was unfortunate that I could not subdue her with my shell without killing her. It was unfortunate that I was leaving one of her children alive.
I turned off the time machine, holding the knife in my hand. As soon as the heat rushed back to me, I had the younger daughter under the arms, firm bloused tits crushed against her heaving chest. I pulled the girl up and out of her chair, the knife over her neck.
At that same moment, her older sister slumped forward against the table, while her father fell backwards onto the ground in a four-chunk pile. I think he might have gurgled something, but all I could hear was Sophie's screech. My knife was pressing too hard against the daughter's throat to allow much to come out.
"Sophie, sit back down!" I shouted to her as she was stumbling out of her chair to get to her husband's side.
She didn't listen to me, and fell to her hands and knees beside Brad Baker's broken form. It took the scream of her daughter in my arms to break her concentration. The girl's small hands were at my arm holding her, trying once to break my grip, and then just holding in place when she realized she couldn't move me.
Sophie stood up slowly. "T-tommy, what..." Her eyes were stained with tears.
"I said sit down, or this one dies, too!"
Sophie looked over to the other daughter. "My babies..." She looked up to the one I held, and sat down at her chair.
"It's a nice lunch you've made, Sophie." I said with a force smile. My voice was betraying just how on-edge I was, but I thought that talking to her might ease the mood. The brat tried to pull away from me, and I tugged her back into my grip. "You should finish your drink."
"Tommy please don't do this Tommy please!"
"I SAID DRINK YOUR FUCKING MILK!" The teen's scream only added to the impact, and Sophie flinched visibly in her seat. Keeping her green eyes on me guardedly, she sipped her milk. "All of it, or this little bitch is going to grow a new mouth!"
"Please mom---gnnn!" I tightened the knife. It was a piece of shit you'd find in any kitchen, but the moment I pulled to slit, she was going to get cut.
Sophie swallowed hard, and I watched as she took that glass down one gulp at a time. Finally, she set the glass down. She looked like she was going to puke. I prayed that she'd hold it down, or I was going to have to kill the girl for sure and overpower sophie the old-fashioned way.
"You like movies? Let's watch TV. Go on Sophie, lead me to the TV." The teen was sobbing, leaking her eyes over her smooth cheeks. Sophie watched me guardedly but stood shakilly, walking towards the living room. She never took her eyes off of me. That piercing gaze I'd fallen in love with. It was there--burried in the fat of middle age.
I followed with the teenager.
Sophie made it as far as the couch before she was overcome. Her eyes unfocused slightly, and she collapsed backwards against it. I pushed the teen against a rocking chair, spinning her so that she was facing me. I kept the knife point at her, pushing her down with a dig that was positioned between her ribs. I know she felt it, and she was a good girl for staying silent. She was so much like her mother in so many ways.
"Your mother is not dead, but she will die if you don't do exactly what I say. Remember, I can kill you or her in an instant." There was more crying, but eventually a slow nod. "What is your name?"
"Nikki Banker?" She choked on her answer and shuddered a breath. My rage was nearly uncontrollable, and I pushed that knife against her side with more force, causing her to wriggle back in her chair.
"You are Nikki Swift, got that?"
"Yes!" She was all too eager to agree.
"Yes SIR!"
"Yes sir!" She was sobbing again.
"Now Nikki Swift, I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to stand up and release this knife. Now, you have two choices at that point. You can try to run and you will lose your limbs, or you can do as I say."
Her bright green eyes widened even more, and she looked like she was going to vomit. She had seen what became of her father, and I'm certain it was figuring into her calculations. She eventually nodded.
I stood back and tossed the knife asside. I no longer needed it. Instead, I opened one of my chest pockets on my jacket and pulled out my zip ties. "Push your legs out straight together and hold them as high as you can."
She seemed uncertain, but did as she was told. I discovered that she had already assisted me by wearing sandals under her skirt today. I put her feet over my shoulder, holding them up so that she would not be able to kick me. I then crossed her legs at her ankle to minimize the diameter I'd need to bond her legs together. A little zip tie work, and I had her ankles locked. Her long skirt had ridden a bit up those nice tanned legs, but she had kept her decency with her squeezed thighs.
I set her legs down. "Now hold your wrists back over your head and cross them." She did so, and I maneuvered around the chair. I zip tied her wrists in this fashion. "Good girl, Nikki Swift. Now I'm going to give you three zip ties. I want you to tie your mother's wrists behind her back. I want you to tie her ankles. I want you to tie them both together.
"N-no, you're going to kill us!"
"Nikki Swift, I will not kill you, but if you're not going to use those hands, I don't see any sense in letting you keep them." That inspired her to get moving. She jumped off of the chair and onto her crossed knees, landing on her hands. I tossed the zip ties over the chair to her, and she snatched them up.
I walked back to the hallway and peeked out of the door and saw nothing unusual. I grabbed the keys to Brad's SUV from a hook by the doorway on the coat rack. When I returned back to the living room, I spied Nikki working with her mother's wrists, tying them crossed behind her back like a good girl.
I was fully erect from my power trip, and wicked ideas came to me. Ideas that would have to wait. I knew what would help.
Returning again to the hallway, I spied the leash and collar that belonged to Bones, the family dog who had passed away last month. I guess they were going to get used to tragedy. I took the leash and collar from their place and walked over to where Nikki was working on getting her mother zip-hog-tied. I knelt down beside her and felt her shudder, but she didn't look up at me.
I opened the collar and fed it around Nikki's neck. She stopped working while I did this. I tightened the collar to a neat fit and discovered that Nikki's neck was delightfully slender. Once the tightening was done, I clipped the leash into the ring holding all of the tags that said how many shots Bones had received and the phone number if Bones ever got lost. I stood up, holding the other end of the leash. Nikki turned her head to look up at me silently, looking injured. "Get back to work, Bones."
She turned her attention back to hog-tying her mother, and I saw her shoulders shake with her renewed sobbing. When her mother was secured, I ordered Nikki to grab her mother's head. She was able to cradle her mother's head in her wrist bindings while I lifted Sophie by her legs. Nikki was working hard to balance and took baby hops as I directed her towards the garage.
It wasn't too long before I had Sophie in the back of the SUV, unconscious and hogtied. I thanked Nikki, and told her to kneel down behind the SUV, and she did. I took a zip tie and secured her ankles to the towing ball. Her face was unreadable in the dark, but I could tell by her breathing that she was expecting me to drag her. Curiously, she still didn't fight me.
"Nikki, what is your name?"
"B-Bones, sir." She answered in a high squeek. Little did she know that she had just saved her life. I left her there and walked into the living room, retrieving the kitchen knife. Entering the dining room, I took Brad's wallet from his bloody pile of gore. There was nothing interesting on his dog of a daughter. I threw her chair back, spilling her onto the floor. She just sort of stared at the ceiling with those dead eyes. I stomped her head to see if I had the stomach for it.
It was hard, but it gave. I looked down and saw a split in her face. Blood came out of the crack, which joined her mouth with her nose. There were probably teeth in the back of her mouth now, but I didn't bother to check. Curiosity caused me to kneel down and unfasten her blouse.
A few tugs later, and I had her chest exposed to me. I was middle-aged now, and these were the first tits I'd ever felt with my own hands. They weren't too bad, I supposed. I was hoping this was her mother's side. Tan skinned, her soft nipples were browned a bit by direct exposure. I cupped her breasts, testing their soft feel. They were so much lighter than I had anticipated. Everytime I moved them, they jiggled back to their natural position. Fucking girl didn't even need the bra; I don't know why she was wearing it.
I leaned in to taste a nipple, sucking it into my mouth. To my surprise, it hardened in my teeth. I got up with a start and looked at her face. Nothing had changed; she was still staring with unseeing eyes at the ceiling. A head injury; she wasn't physically dead, just brain-dead.
Well, at least I wasn't a necrophiliac, right? I should have noticed when her crushed face was bleeding.
I spied a dish towel nearby, so I scooted enough to grab it and tossed it over the dying girl's face. Now I didn't have to see that dark-haired dog. Instead, I imagined a young Sophie.
It was a lot of work undressing the teen, but I eventually got her skirt and panties off. The girl must have wetshaved her cunt, it was so smooth. I positioned myself between her legs, dragging her body out a bit onto the kitchen floor. A little smear of blood followed her head. I unfastened my pants and pulled my rock-hard dick from it. This was the first time I'd ever gotten intimate with a girl, and I didn't even have to wear a condom.
The teen had a wonderful figure. I remembered Sophie's measurements from high school for her numerous uniforms she wore. 30 - 20 - 32. 85-90lbs. 5'3". This girl looked to be just that.
I explored her pussy with my finger, and it took me a few moments to discover exactly where her vagina was. I held my stiff member up to her dry opening and began to push at it. It was so tight and dry that I thought I wasn't going to be able to enter into it. Through patience, I was able to push into it eventually.
She was hotter than I expected. Warmth from her virgin slit bathed my virgin cock wonderfully. I completely recommend making your first fuck descrete and with a virgin.
Anyway, her vagina was a lot smaller than I was expecting. I'm not the best hung guy, but it seemed very constricting. I kept fucking her incapacitated body, and it began to welcome me. In her coma, I'm sure she was having some kind of wet dream, because soon she was starting to slime up nicely.
With her pussy wettening, I pushed hard into her, slamming my dick against her barrier. It gave, and I had a surprise. In no time since then have I had such problems deflowering a virgin. I eagerly buried my length into her hot, dying body, unphased by the blood coating my cock.
It was my first time, so it didn't take long for my release. I drained into that hole, forcing my seed up into her womb. Not that it mattered. Before it could take root, she was going to be long dead.
I was so tired from the effort. I collapsed against her ruined body and gripped one of her tits in my hand, continuing to play with her. The petite girl was just so vulnerable, and knowing that she was still alive just turned me on. I stood up and walked to the ruined knife drawer and pulled out a cleaver.
Returning to her, I began to satisfy my curiosity. I covered her stiff nipple with my mouth and suckled the dry teat, discovering the difference between the softest tit and the hardest nipple. Then I bit down.
My teeth aren't straight, so it took me a bit of effort to draw blood from her bosom. It tasted like blood--there was no foreign taste. I don't know why I was expecting to taste milk.
I wanted a trophy of my first conquest. I wanted something of her I could take with me. I took her arm and laid it out on the kitchen floor and held the cleaver over my head. In one hard hack, I was able to separate her hand from her arm at the wrist. Blood began to flow from the wound, splashing the white tiles in pump after pump of her heart. I picked the hand out of the pool of blood quickly and went to the sink. I tried to rinse it out quickly, but there was blood coming out of the wound from the back. I left her hand in the sink with the water running and made my way through the living room to Brad's office.
There I found a stapler.
Minutes later, I entered the garage holding that hand. I found Nikki still lying on her back, her eyes closed. She must have fallen asleep when I didn't immediately return. With my cleaver, I cut the tie holding her ankles to the hitch. She opened her eyes and saw me, and I thought she was going to scream, despite how well behaved she had been. I knelt down and stuffed her sister's fingers into her mouth so far that the only thing stopping me from choking her was the thumb joint that couldn't fit in. The hand sort of palmed her her chin. The fingers were far enough back that it discouraged Nikki's screaming. I love fingernails.
A twist tie wouldn't do for this gag, so I used a nearby garage rag. It was filthy, but it did the job. I made sure to at least keep my pet's golden hair out of the knot. She looked a bit green about the gills upon recognizing the feel of fingers inside her mouth, so I made sure to lift her to her feet slowly.
Opening the back door of the SUV, I pushed her in next to her mother. That leash of hers reached all the way out the door, so I just clamped it there when I shut it.
I took Brad's key and walked around to the drivers' seat. I started the vehicle, hit the garage door button, and drove out into the street. I was feeling real lucky about this.
All of these events happened on September 23rd, 2012. I maintain my innocence that nobody was murdered. Before I write further, I demand unfettered internet access and a television set in my cell.
Sincerely,
Thomas Norman Temple
PS:
Tell Detective Dover to eat a dick.
2 Name: Malice : 2008-04-13 23:54 [Del]
The Confessions of Thomas Temple
Part 2
There are always things that you can't plan for in your life. Had I been paying more attention when I entered the Banker residence, I would have noticed that I was one family member short. That GMC SUV took off with a start as soon as my foot touched the gas, and I almost didn't see that tricycle riding little boy travelling allong the sidewalk.
You know, it's sort of funny. I'd just killed his father, I was kidnapping his mother and one of his sisters, and I'd left his other sister to die after raping and butchering her. There was no reason why I shouldn't run him over, but I still swerved that vehicle out of the way. With screeching tires, I tore down the road and away from the destruction in my wake.
It was a short drive to reach my house. I'd inhereted it from my parents upon their passing. Unfortunately, Sophie had decided to live with Brad where I could not see her from my window. Because of her, I never spent much time there. However, she was also the reason I ever spent any time there at all.
There wasn't any danger of being caught by police as long as I got there before I was discovered. I manhandled the SUV as I reached my street. The curb was easy to jump. My lawn was dying anyway; I just drove over it. The garage door was shut, so I just drove into it. That cheap shit was made sometime in the 70's and busted easilly. The door folded inwards and was pushed up on top of the SUV. If Nikki was crying in fright, I couldn't hear it.
I didn't shut off the vehicle. Instead I threw it in park and jumped out. Opening the back door, I grabbed Sophie and dragged her out. Nikki was far lighter and had cooperated, but I didn't give a damn about Nikki making it downstairs or not. Above all, I had to get Sophie there.
Time had not been kind to Sophie during her life with Brad. If she had been with me, she would have looked a lot better. Her kids would have looked a lot better, too. It was a real struggle to get her hogtied ass over my shoulder. I've never been a real strong guy, and it took a sheer force of willpower to carry her inside. I took her down the stairs like that too, but I was so tempted to drop her ass down them.
After I got her into the basement and in position, I went back for Nikki. When I finally got up to get her, I found her halfway down the driveway, trying to crawl away in her bonds. I grabbed her up by the trailing leash, and that forced her back up on her knees. Then I simply scooped her up into my arms and carried her into my house like a bride of sorts. She buried her head into me and sobbed with the muffles that her sister's hand allowed.
As I passed by one of the mirrors in my house, I could see why she was being so docile. My jacket was soaked in blood, allong with my face. My expression was... crazy. I certainly looked like a killer. I wouldn't have fucked with me either.
I got Nikki downstairs and set her down next to her mother in the chamber. You know, the first device?
If I remember right, I think I built it May 26th, 2007. It was massive, stationary, and simple. Like my first handheld device, it could freeze outside time. It could also travel back and forth, like my handheld. Only the first device could run forever, provided it had power that lasted forever.
Anyway, the idea occurred to me that if I could suspend time, I could have Sophie in that one instant and never be caught. But as the years wore on my research, I realized that all that delay was simply creating more time in the history of the chamber that it could utilize for travel. Since I only ever went to my house once a week, that would give me plenty of time to have fun with her without risking running into myself.
Those plans changed a little bit when I discovered how to make my technology smaller and mobile.
Anyway, the chamber was about 10' x 10' and took up a large portion of the basement. I wanted it originally to be the centerpiece of my lab, but I eventually had to move it to a corner. It just looked like a thick plastic cell with a lockable door and a large refridgerator-sized chunk of electronics on the side. I closed the door with a click, locking my prisoners inside. Nikki watched me with worry, that dead chunk of meat on her chin hardening.
I touched the control panel on the instrumentation, and the two women were gone. May 27th, 2007, version 2. You see, every time I created a pocket with that chamber, it wouldn't change history here in version 1. It created its own dimension with its own future. The possibilities were endless. It meant that I could create my chamber the way that I wanted. But it also meant that my life in this dimension had come to an end.
I punched more commands into the chamber computer. (You're gonna have to be real sweet to me to learn them). I entered the chamber myself and waited for the timer to count down.
I'd sent myself to May 27th, just before the two girls would appear. I had just gotten out of the chamber and closed the door when they showed up. There were no flashing lights or mystical sounds, the time machine simply changed things the instant they happened.
The chamber was the only equipment in the lab, and it stood at the center. I liked this clean look. I returned to the instrument panel of the chamber, and the two captives simply lay there silent. Suspended animation.
Thomas Temple wouldn't be back for a whole week, but I didn't feel like I had a whole lot of time. I left the basement and the girls. I threw off my jacket and jumped out of my clothes and into a hot shower. Dunno what you want me to write here about this, Detective. I jerked one out while I was in there, thinking about Sophie's cunt and how good it would feel and using her daughter's memory as the reference.
Of course, here in this reality they were all still alive and unaware of how I'd just ruined them in another reality.
Anyway, I hadn't realized how frail humans are in mid-shell movement. Blood flow, internal organ movement, brainwaves... they were all affected. Not to mention how easy it was to rip tissue. I needed a new device, and it would take me a little while to build it. I also needed cages.
I spent the next week using my old expired credit card to buy the shit I needed, because in this time my card was still good. I knew the real Tom Temple wouldn't even notice because he was such a hermit. I also bought a handgun, some sex toys, some tools, and a bunch of fettish collars. I was falling in love with what I'd done to Nikki.
When I'd construct more on the new lab, I'd rub out against the chamber wall at the sight of Sophie and Nikki in my posession. They were unaware of time passing. They weren't moving. It didn't matter to me. It was an easy release.
Before I knew it, it was Sunday again. I knew what was coming. I moved one of the dining room chairs to the foyer, sat down facing the door, and waited.
It took nearly two hours, and I could have counted the number of times I blinked with one hand.
The door knob shook, and the door opened. You should have seen the look on my face when I put my gun to it. My rightful self held my hands up. "I had thought about this possibility. My only regret is that I won't be the one to do it." I motioned with the pistol for myself to enter. I led myself down into the basement at gunpoint.
When my rightful self saw the cages and the two women, I turned to myself and asked "Are they both her? The younger one doesn't look quite right."
"It's the younger daughter."
"Should have just killed her."
"Might just do that."
"Are you going to kill me now?"
I shot myself twice in the chest. This time, the gun didn't bite me. This time, it didn't kick so bad. I was actually surprised by how slow I died, and it scared me a little. As I lay there gasping for breath, I put the gun to my forehead and fired one last shot. Finally, I died.
When I die, I make one hell of a mess. It took me the rest of that Sunday to clean the blood into something that didn't look quite the same. The stain never really left the basement.
Two of the cages were completed, and it was time to make use of them. I removed the suspended animation from the chamber. I saw Nikki's chest rise and fall. I opened the door of the chamber and walked in. Nikki was watching me, so I figured it would be easier to get her secured before Sophia, who still had a bit of sleep left in her. I picked Nikki up easilly and walked her over to the first cage. When she saw what I was marching her to, she began to fight, twisting in my grip. I dumped her inside of it and slammed the door. She was still wearing that dumb dog collar and leash, and I felt my cock stiffen.
The cage was a little 3' x 3' x 7' thing that allowed them to stand comfotably, could be used to sit, but wasn't much for sleeping. The advantage was that I could fit a lot of cages into the lab. I'd need them.
It looked sort of like an old west jail on that side of the lab.
Anyway, Sophie was the next to get deposited. I just rolled her into the bottom of it and made sure she could breathe before shutting the door. Nikki watched me with puppydog eyes, her mouth still gagged by that stapled hand.
Next it was Tom Temple's turn to be moved. I grabbed myself and dragged me into the chamber, then activated it. I just sort of hit random values, but I believe I sent me back in time two days without any positional values (the earth moves as time passes, and not taking account of this can seem like teleporting). The body was thousands of miles in space. I was the only Tom Temple on this earth again.
Again, I repeat that there was no murder. I've hurt nobody; I've broken no laws. I much appreciate the television set you provided to me, and I've learned that you've been limiting media coverage of my case. I demand that these papers be released to the public as they are published.
Also, I would like a refridgerator.
Sincerely,
Thomas Norman Temple
PS:
Dover, I much appreciate your change in attitude. Can we be friends now?
