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Chapter four: Teenagers today

Roxanne Indigo:

Atlantis; 359 BCE

Amazing. I thought this trip was going to be a waste. But apparently, mana isn’t the only force that can bend the laws of physics to the users will.

It all makes sense now.

Unfortunately, I would have to think on that later as a large skeleton of a dragon bared down on me, making smoke with it’s nostrils. How it could do that was beyond me currently, but I think it has something to do with the undead counterpart of mana.

This necromancer has defiled many crypts in his goal to power. Many ancient burial sites on this earth have been ripped open, and their sprits may never again regain peace. Looking into the empty sockets of the undead dragon’s eyes, I could see it’s former consciousness pleading with me to put it’s remans back to rest, and to keep this monster from ascending into the ranks of the higher undead.

I will have to do both at the same time. Leaving the dragon uncontrolled, it will tear apart the island until it cold undead heart burns out. Leaving the necromancer to his ascension will ensure his survival for countless centuries.

“Roxanne!”

Manhattan; New York (Timeline 3), 3:11pm Tuesday, 6th of September, 2011

“Wha...” I muttered as I awoke, in the town car with the werewolf looking at me with his amber eyes full of worry, instead of on the road and paying attention. In his defence, traffic has stalled by one of the many red lights in on Manhattan Island. “Sorry.”

“Another sleepless night?” Glenn asked, his ears pulled back like a scolded dog.

“It’s just been too long.” I answered. “He’s gone months, even years between points when he’s contacted me, but most of the time, it’s only been a day. Three months since the explosion in Chicago.”

“He’ll be fine. He’s been doing this longer then you have.”

“Time traveling, Black Ops, running an empire or expanding a company across inter dimensional boarders?” I asked before I slumped back into my seat. “This was suppose to be a simple Research and Rescue assignment. I don’t even see why they needed to assign both of us to it with Dalv running half the corporate world in this timeline.”

“Relax. You’re making me nervous. And I’d rather not chew on the steering wheel.”

“I was about to say, shouldn’t you be human?” He glared at me the only way a guard dog could before he attacked. “Right. Hard to maintain when your a nervous wreck. You want me to do this alone. It is business.”

“Who are you meeting anyway?”

“Another middle man who’s reporting to someone a half a tier higher then him. He’s probably going to call security the moment we mention it. Sometimes I wish I had...” I looked behind me after a flash of red in my vision.

“What?”

“Don’t know. Something in the back of my head saying I really shouldn’t finish that sentence.” I turned back to the road. “Anyway. I’d like to have Blake’s homicidal tendency for this. Dead men tell no tales after all.”

“And the unconditional hatred and distrust of anyone human.” Glenn added.

I just shock my head. “What is going on here? The economy of this timeline seems to have lost it’s balance in the past twenty years. And these soft spots. What’s going on in the worlds?” The car pulled over. “You guys still ok? Not feeling cramped in Deep Cover?”

“Jamie’s complaining about running out of alchemy herbs. Other then that, we can handle it.”

“And has Joey turned up something?” I asked. Glenn just shock his head. “Let me know the minute he does.”

The car stopped and I stepped out and walked towards the recently refurbished building. Indigo Industries has seen a recent boon in this timeline with paranormal sciences opening up a new market.

“Indigo Industries; Tomorrow’s technology, Today’s thinking”

I nearly laughed out loud at hearing the company’s motto as I took the express elevator to the ‘sixty forth’ floor. It may as well be tomorrow’s technology by this standard.

I arrived in the penthouse office that had a view of the park. The office itself was a reproduction of the one I kept on Terra, in Sydney, with the native technology. And one other thing. A package with the instructions written on the side.

“Whatever you do, Don’t open it.”

Blake Indigo:

Amity Park, Illinois (Timeline 3), 2:14pm Tuesday, 6th of September, 2011

The battle waged on, Phantom throwing ecto-blasts, the dragon acting quick and striking hard. She was a creature of grace and power, but I was more concerned about who I could tell it was a she. Something about the smell, I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Then came the flash photography.

The dragon growled and put a claw up to her eye.

“It’s the ghost boy!” Came one a high pitched scream that could only come from a fan girl. “Where’s Paulina?! She’s crazy about him!”

“Well she’s too late anyway, they bought the last small fleecy tee.”

Tee?

Then came a loud crash. “I want tee!” The dragon roared, now with Phantom under both claws and pinned to the floor.

“Tea. Good idea. Coffee will make you a mite jittery.” Phantom retorted with more of his banter. “Or better yet...” He phased though the floor. The dragon looked in confusion at both claws. “How ‘bout some punch!”

The fist came out of the floor and into the muzzle of the dragon. The wing reptile went flying towards the small group of teenagers. I watched as something slipped off it’s neck, but I didn’t see where it went as the dragon’s impact stirred up a lot of chaos. Not to mention I was blinded by a vivid blue flash.

When the light faded, I could clearly see Phantom helping up a latin girl. What was her name? Paul-something? I never pay attention to the cute, mean girls. What’s the point? Most of what comes out of their mouths are either about themselves, shopping, gossip or fiction. This time was an exception.

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this.” I heard the girl say. Even with the damage, the place could still carry sound. Reading her lips wasn’t any easier, most of the time, it was just to confirm what she was saying.

“Yeah... er... Paulina wasn’t it?” Phantom chuckled. In a single moment, the girl leaned in for a kiss but was interrupted by a camera flash. “Sorry miss. Gotta find that... dragon.” He flew off leaving the girl sighing in romantic pleasure.

“I got the photo!” The first girl said, holding up the camera.

“I still don’t get why your in to him. He’s dead.” The second girl argued, a black skinned young woman with more substance, and more likely to get my attention if she asked for it. Valerie I think. “Anyway. I saved this for you.” She handed Paulina the bag. “I managed to grab the last small.”

“Hey. My Fleecy-tee!” The latino girl looked down and noticed something missing. “Where did my necklace go?”

Ok. Dragon wants tea. Girl where dragon suppose to be get’s tee... She couldn’t possibly be... There’s just no... Why am I even entertaining the possibility... Honestly, it’s...

Impossible? I shuddered at the mention of the word. Something in the back of my mind told me to look pass possibility and away from what seemingly is real.

“Dragons don’t exist.” I said to myself quietly. “Do they? They said the same thing about ghosts. No. Teenage girls just don’t turn into dragons on a whim.” I shock the thought from my head as I walked back to the table I left Tucker and Sam at, only to have a new member sitting next to Tucker, trying to convince herself it isn’t worth slapping.

“Vicki. Wasn’t it.” I asked the new addition.

She turned and smiled. “Finally. No offence to your friend but, he needs new material. And needs to eat less meat. I’ve known of carnivores who had more salad.”

Sam rolled her eyes in amusement. “Anyway Vicki, I thanks for sharing that lovely story about your exploding microwave. How did it blow up?”

“I left my screwdriver inside it. How was I suppose to know it was a bad idea to leave metal things inside it? I didn’t see a warning label on it.”

“Didn’t you say you found it in a junk yard?”

“Yep. Old but it still worked once you replaced the elect...”

“I can’t believe I lost it.” Danny interrupted, running back to the table in street clothes and blonde hair. “How could anyone lose a... uh... Hi.”

“Good afternoon Phantom.” Vicki chuckled. “I do love green eyes.”

“Oops.” Danny put his contacts in quickly before anyone else noticed.

“And it’s no big deal.” Vicki went on. “I lose reptiles all the...” She went wide eyed as two men in white suits ran towards them. “Soup’s on.”

“Wha... Hey!” He disappeared into the thermos’ blue light and Vicki put it on the table. I grabbed Sam just as she reached for it.

“It’s either the thermos or the painful experiments.” I whispered to her. “Lets move on before they get the sledge hammers out again. One more thing Vicki. Didn’t you say that it’s would blow up if a human used it?”

“Really? I don’t remember saying that.”

“Jazz. Finished those texts in already?” The sixty something woman asked from behind the till. She was always happy to see the red headed, and possibly the only sane member of the Fenton clan bring another pile of psychology books to her.

“Yeah. Even Blake’s started reading them just to pass the sleepless nights.” She answered opening her Abyss shopping bag and pulling out her purse.

“He’s still not sleeping?”

“No. He just wonders around the house a night and drinks coffee just to keep himself awake. At least he does my chores.”

“That’ll be forty eight, fifty. That’s a lovely necklace.” The older woman pointed out a gold necklace with a glowing blue stone in the centre.

Jazz picked up the jewel. She didn’t remember picking it up clothes shopping. “Guess they must have been running a promotion.” She told herself, putting it on.