"arriving in...5...4...3...2...1..."
I arrive in a large, white room with whiteboards and desks and some sort of equipment and experiments going on. In the corner of the room, at a desk, there is someone standing and working over their desk, he doesn't seem to realise I am here. I walk closer and realise its a tall young man. I recognise the dark hair of his father and his mother curls within it. His brode shoulders are definitely of Boleslaw's side of the family...
As I am quite close to him now I almost whisper
"Bo?" As he turned around hearing his name I immediately recognised him... Peter Benson...
"Mum?, Hm... Bethany?"
"I should have known it was you when you were trying to help me... Peter Benson..." I chuckle
"I was a bit caught off guard and it was the only name that popped to my head at the time, I guess other than Peter Parker" he laughs and I smile as I walk closer
"What are you doing here?" he asks
"We need to talk Bo..."
"Ok, but first tell me, when are you from?"
"Don't you know? Apparently, your blood puppets control the timelines?" I asked, as I just wanted to see his reaction. I wanted to know if there was a counce in there?
He looks at me and I see guilt in his eyes before he shakes his head and looks away...
"Some may think so, but I don't have control over everything... " He is not denying it, he knows that people say that about him... I quickly move on and say
"2021," To answer his question. I don't want him to be angry, I need him on my side for my plan to work. He needs to be willing...
"Oh... So you just..."
"Yesterday I held you in my arms, you were about six months old when I gave you to Frida and Arne to raise you... and here we are today..."
"I see..." he asks with curiosity painted on his face
"Are you regretting your actions? Is that why you are here?"
"What should I regret Bo?"
"Nothing I guess..." he mumbles and turns around
"Bo, I am serious. I want to fix things and I can't do that if I don't know what I did wrong... Tell me, please, tell me honestly, how did things get so out of hand?"
He turns back around and has this light in his blue eyes, just like Boleslaw used to when he was hoping for something...
"You have your father's eyes... and that spark in it... He had it too when he was happy when he was dreaming or hoping for something..."
"Yes, I know... you told me many times how I look like my father...
"Did I?... It is astonishing to see..."
"I guess if you say so..." he hangs his head down and shakes it automatically in disagreement and goes silent
"Ok, I am sorry I cut you off with this comment... Now, tell me..."
"Tell you what?"
"What did I do wrong?"
"Come with me," He waves his hand at me and then starts to lead to another room.
We walk into some sort of office kitchen. It has a few tables with chairs on the side.
"Sit down. I will make us some tea"
YOU ARE READING
Breaking Through Time
Science FictionI looked at Michael lying in a pool of blood. Emily and Jack were still off the side in a cage, screaming and crying while looking at this horrifying situation. Robert was cuffed to the wall crying and blood was sipping down on his naked torso as he...
