Part III
Update, I suppose. Well, job hunting failed miserably. I have no idea why I am incapable of get a part time or even seasonal job. Buuuut....oh well. I'll keep trying for now and basically just won't ever stop. So beyond that, nothing new except a new chapter that I'll be posting below. Woot! In this chapter you'll be introduced to another main player of the story and Alternate Earth...whoooo. *makes spooky sounds* Yeeeah, anyways. As always read for your enjoyment and comments are not needed but warmly welcomed.
Oh, P.S.- If you're wondering what the two main characters look like, wonder no more: Dezzi & Mattie. Dezzi is the girl standing with the annoyed look on her face and the other kid is Mattie, her Alternate. More will be explained in the story, so read on!
Artwork by the awesome Soap-Committee.
First: Prologue
Previous: Part II
Next: Part IV
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Face of Reflection
The endless blue sky stretched on for an eternity, as vast and bottomless as the oceans that borrowed its color. The sun was glaring down onto the skyscrapers that dared to try and reach the heavens. The buildings below, while appearing clean and perfect, were coated in dust and dirt, the windows smeared, the concrete cracked. The streets riddled with black tar lines and rows of cars. Some new a gleaming, others enclosed in grime, while the rest were rusted or broken. Old puddles of water stood on the sidewalks as people hopped around them, not even looking down. The sound of sirens blared across the scene, along with shouts of all sorts and music pounding out of windows. The people walking by were dressed in all manner of clothes; rags, suits, sports, casual. Blending together in a swirl of all the colors.
Suddenly, the scene shifted in a blurred flurry. Spun around. Repeated itself for just a second. The buildings became, straighter, taller, cleaner. The streets smooth and flawless, the cars perfectly aerodynamic and bland, the air completely silent. The people also shifted, their clothes became simple and conservative. Their walks exactly the same. All colorless, a white and gray.
As the Alternate Earth had always been.
There was one building that was taller than the rest. Its windows reflective, reminding those that looked upon it of their place in the world. It was the emblem of society, to work inside that building was to work for the future, to protect those that mattered most in the world, even if it wasn’t their world.
The Alternate Universe Police Forces. Inside the building there was a class in session. Seated were the faces of many five and six year olds. Their faces strangely blank but intent. They were children with the presence of adults. All were wearing gray shirts and slacks, the boys had either short hair or buzzed while the girl’s were short or pulled in a chignon. They were the elite of their classes. They were the next generation of A.U Detectives.
A man walked in. One looking like he belonged in a building such as this. A young man in his late twenties to early thirties, but still a man. His eyes, however, held the look that few people rarely saw in anyone but a veteran war General. The man’s platinum blond hair was trimmed short in customary Police style, his uniform crisp and sharp.
“You all know why you are here.” He started, his voice soft but icy. The air in the room seemed to drop a couple of degrees in temperature. The tension near unbearable, “You want protect that which is most precious to us. You know, without ego, that you are the best. You are the only ones for this job, and death, is not an obstacle you fear.” His voice was barely above a whisper but none had trouble hearing him. It was strange, the words were filled with such a burning passion but his voice and gaze remained stony, “What is it you are here for!” he barked out suddenly. One boy’s hand shot out quicker than the rest.
“To protect our Alternate world.” He replied smartly.
“No.” the man answered simply and a few of the children blinked, “You are here to try and control your life, you are here for yourself.” The room’s tension was racked up another notch, “You are here to learn the secret of the Dimensions.”
“So,” the man suddenly started pacing down the rows of desks, “you know the basics, everybody is taught that much. But in order to protect something, you need to know everything about it. Here, you will learn everything. No more secrets; you will be the ones keeping them. No more lies; you will be the ones making them. No more life to live; you will give everything up here. Now,” he paused for a second, “someone give me the history of our world.” This time a girl answered, not even raising her hand.
“We are considered, by our own laws, the copy dimension.” She started emotionlessly and the man gave a swift nod. The sign to continue, “R.T Earth’s past is the same as ours, up until around 10,000 B.C. when an experiment was tested on Earth by the Sevarrians; an alien race from the Tiran System. They believed there to be no significant life forms on Earth and proceeded to test their equivalent of a time machine on us. The test failed and instead split the Earth’s dimension in two, a double of each person on a different plane of reality.”
“Correct.” Ha stated, cutting her off, “You,” he said to another student, “continue.”
“The Sevarrians came to apologize once they had realized what they had done,” another girl said, just as blankly, “but found they were talking to us, the Copies, and that they themselves were trapped in the Altered Dimension. After building a Dimensional Transport they quickly set off and we were left to ourselves.”
“Along with the only know Dimensional Transport.” The man added sternly and looked to the boy who had answered his first question, “What happened after that?”
“We noticed that we were aging slower but children’s intelligence was progressing faster.” The boy answer easily, almost sounding bored, “Within a mere millennium we had already landed on the moon. By 5,000 B.C. we had discovered everything about R.T Earth and their own past, and had explored their entire Solar System. The end.” He said with a slight smirk and there was a ripple of muted laughter. The man smiled, which only consisted of his lips thinning.
“The end?” he asked and the tension froze, “Yes, you would like to believe that is the end but it is not.” He moved back up to the front of the class and glared, “After finding everything we could about Real Time Earth we then swore to protect our Originals, for we learned a terrible secret in out studies.” The silence following this was louder than any other noise ever heard before.
“Whenever an Alternate Half dies, so does their other.”
“What?” one of the girls asked quietly, one that had seemed so bold and cocky a minute age.
“Well, it makes sense.” Another boy said harshly, “I mean, we are their Half, you cannot have one without the other!”
“Wait!” a slightly younger looking boy called out to the other, “You mean like a natural death, yes?”
“Of course! That is the only way we would die at the same time.” A girl said sternly.
“Such naivety.” The man said and the buzz in the room died instantly, “I am going to start stating facts and you would do well to remember them all.”
Oh, P.S.- If you're wondering what the two main characters look like, wonder no more: Dezzi & Mattie. Dezzi is the girl standing with the annoyed look on her face and the other kid is Mattie, her Alternate. More will be explained in the story, so read on!
Artwork by the awesome Soap-Committee.
First: Prologue
Previous: Part II
Next: Part IV
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Face of Reflection
The endless blue sky stretched on for an eternity, as vast and bottomless as the oceans that borrowed its color. The sun was glaring down onto the skyscrapers that dared to try and reach the heavens. The buildings below, while appearing clean and perfect, were coated in dust and dirt, the windows smeared, the concrete cracked. The streets riddled with black tar lines and rows of cars. Some new a gleaming, others enclosed in grime, while the rest were rusted or broken. Old puddles of water stood on the sidewalks as people hopped around them, not even looking down. The sound of sirens blared across the scene, along with shouts of all sorts and music pounding out of windows. The people walking by were dressed in all manner of clothes; rags, suits, sports, casual. Blending together in a swirl of all the colors.
Suddenly, the scene shifted in a blurred flurry. Spun around. Repeated itself for just a second. The buildings became, straighter, taller, cleaner. The streets smooth and flawless, the cars perfectly aerodynamic and bland, the air completely silent. The people also shifted, their clothes became simple and conservative. Their walks exactly the same. All colorless, a white and gray.
As the Alternate Earth had always been.
There was one building that was taller than the rest. Its windows reflective, reminding those that looked upon it of their place in the world. It was the emblem of society, to work inside that building was to work for the future, to protect those that mattered most in the world, even if it wasn’t their world.
The Alternate Universe Police Forces. Inside the building there was a class in session. Seated were the faces of many five and six year olds. Their faces strangely blank but intent. They were children with the presence of adults. All were wearing gray shirts and slacks, the boys had either short hair or buzzed while the girl’s were short or pulled in a chignon. They were the elite of their classes. They were the next generation of A.U Detectives.
A man walked in. One looking like he belonged in a building such as this. A young man in his late twenties to early thirties, but still a man. His eyes, however, held the look that few people rarely saw in anyone but a veteran war General. The man’s platinum blond hair was trimmed short in customary Police style, his uniform crisp and sharp.
“You all know why you are here.” He started, his voice soft but icy. The air in the room seemed to drop a couple of degrees in temperature. The tension near unbearable, “You want protect that which is most precious to us. You know, without ego, that you are the best. You are the only ones for this job, and death, is not an obstacle you fear.” His voice was barely above a whisper but none had trouble hearing him. It was strange, the words were filled with such a burning passion but his voice and gaze remained stony, “What is it you are here for!” he barked out suddenly. One boy’s hand shot out quicker than the rest.
“To protect our Alternate world.” He replied smartly.
“No.” the man answered simply and a few of the children blinked, “You are here to try and control your life, you are here for yourself.” The room’s tension was racked up another notch, “You are here to learn the secret of the Dimensions.”
“So,” the man suddenly started pacing down the rows of desks, “you know the basics, everybody is taught that much. But in order to protect something, you need to know everything about it. Here, you will learn everything. No more secrets; you will be the ones keeping them. No more lies; you will be the ones making them. No more life to live; you will give everything up here. Now,” he paused for a second, “someone give me the history of our world.” This time a girl answered, not even raising her hand.
“We are considered, by our own laws, the copy dimension.” She started emotionlessly and the man gave a swift nod. The sign to continue, “R.T Earth’s past is the same as ours, up until around 10,000 B.C. when an experiment was tested on Earth by the Sevarrians; an alien race from the Tiran System. They believed there to be no significant life forms on Earth and proceeded to test their equivalent of a time machine on us. The test failed and instead split the Earth’s dimension in two, a double of each person on a different plane of reality.”
“Correct.” Ha stated, cutting her off, “You,” he said to another student, “continue.”
“The Sevarrians came to apologize once they had realized what they had done,” another girl said, just as blankly, “but found they were talking to us, the Copies, and that they themselves were trapped in the Altered Dimension. After building a Dimensional Transport they quickly set off and we were left to ourselves.”
“Along with the only know Dimensional Transport.” The man added sternly and looked to the boy who had answered his first question, “What happened after that?”
“We noticed that we were aging slower but children’s intelligence was progressing faster.” The boy answer easily, almost sounding bored, “Within a mere millennium we had already landed on the moon. By 5,000 B.C. we had discovered everything about R.T Earth and their own past, and had explored their entire Solar System. The end.” He said with a slight smirk and there was a ripple of muted laughter. The man smiled, which only consisted of his lips thinning.
“The end?” he asked and the tension froze, “Yes, you would like to believe that is the end but it is not.” He moved back up to the front of the class and glared, “After finding everything we could about Real Time Earth we then swore to protect our Originals, for we learned a terrible secret in out studies.” The silence following this was louder than any other noise ever heard before.
“Whenever an Alternate Half dies, so does their other.”
“What?” one of the girls asked quietly, one that had seemed so bold and cocky a minute age.
“Well, it makes sense.” Another boy said harshly, “I mean, we are their Half, you cannot have one without the other!”
“Wait!” a slightly younger looking boy called out to the other, “You mean like a natural death, yes?”
“Of course! That is the only way we would die at the same time.” A girl said sternly.
“Such naivety.” The man said and the buzz in the room died instantly, “I am going to start stating facts and you would do well to remember them all.”