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the town's most notorious thieves
I proudly present, the most intellectual and compassionate man, Micheal. This goes to all who love plot twists!
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The tv news about the notorious thief's new modus play over the receiving room. Theft on two big banks and a shopping mall in the heart of the city where this quiet family lives.
Everyone listens to it while they're having their sacred dinner.
After finishing the food, the father of two kids went to the garage. The clattering metal sounds like imprisonment and security. He's putting extra locks, barricades everywhere, and some monitoring cameras secretly placed in the lawn, in the kitchen, in the bedroom, and in the bathroom.
Right after he finishes the last camera, he goes back to the garage and takes an old licensed gun into the cabinet, where his old camouflage uniform and medal ranks salute his visitation.
At night, the wood house lights switched off at exactly eleven. The night counts twenty-four more minutes before the shadows grow from the backyard farm along with the starved smoke.
Then the professional men, with their alien suits and futuristic hairstyles, crossed the lawn effortlessly. It seems like the locks were senseless because these men pass through like holograms.
And the camera shuts down.
As the new sun shines, the father investigates the record and the entire house. Everything was unmoved. He planted a good, unsettling mystery in his trembling hands.
The housewife began to clean the kitchen while the kids were sent to school. she then realized that everything was really unmoved, except the lost trash. the trash bin is mysteriously empty.
"What you have here, is a problem!"
"What," an older white-haired paunchy man replied.
The other gentleman, young with a full beard smiled. "There's no way out of it. Give up now, save your dignity."
"I don't believe you've covered all options here," he replied.
"Robert!" A voice called from the distance. "It is time."
The bearded fellow rose from the chess board just as the old fellow made his last gasping move. "See, told you, Sam, checkmate."
Sam laid down his king, even without Robert moving in for the kill. They'd been playing chess with one another for years, if not decades. And without coming with several moves for the actual mate, as was their custom, one would capitulate; usually, it was Sam.
"How did it go," the stranger asked.
"Mate," Robert smiled. "Again."
"No silly," the stranger laughed, "I mean, the exchange with your older self?"
Robert guffawed. "Oh that? You know Tabby, same ole same ole. Still losing his memories."
"Well we've been going back and forth for sometime," Tabitha replied. "And we've all seen the end results.*
"I know."
"You'll eventually have to face it," she patted him in the back. "We all lose in the end. But the present rewards are worth it, right?"
"Right," Robert said as he looked back and saw Sam, his older forgotten self, wheel away in a wheelchair. The look of strain and anguish heavy on his face, he started begging passerbys for spare change.
Back at the house, the domestic housewife was as till cleaning the living room, when they both walked in, unannounced. As she swept the floor, they nonchalantly walked passed her and up the stairs, twice, to the attic. There the artifact stood.
"We've wiped this time several times, and to no avail. Everyone forgets, but nothing ever changes," Tabitha stated. "The next time, no one may be conscious. They're practically braindead now."
Robert cast a scowl her way and threw her against the wall. "LOOK! "I paid you guys a great deal of money, over 100 Million US Dollars!! And I'll be DAMNED! if I give up now! I'm walking in my future, got it!?"
Tabitha was slowly released, and she brushed off her neatly pressed black suit and look Robert in the eye. "Okay, I got it."
They both walked towards the displacement field.
"But if you EVER attack me like that again, paid or unpaid, I delete you from history entirely!"
© ubik
@I_Am_Michael
~•~
The tv news about the notorious thief's new modus play over the receiving room. Theft on two big banks and a shopping mall in the heart of the city where this quiet family lives.
Everyone listens to it while they're having their sacred dinner.
After finishing the food, the father of two kids went to the garage. The clattering metal sounds like imprisonment and security. He's putting extra locks, barricades everywhere, and some monitoring cameras secretly placed in the lawn, in the kitchen, in the bedroom, and in the bathroom.
Right after he finishes the last camera, he goes back to the garage and takes an old licensed gun into the cabinet, where his old camouflage uniform and medal ranks salute his visitation.
At night, the wood house lights switched off at exactly eleven. The night counts twenty-four more minutes before the shadows grow from the backyard farm along with the starved smoke.
Then the professional men, with their alien suits and futuristic hairstyles, crossed the lawn effortlessly. It seems like the locks were senseless because these men pass through like holograms.
And the camera shuts down.
As the new sun shines, the father investigates the record and the entire house. Everything was unmoved. He planted a good, unsettling mystery in his trembling hands.
The housewife began to clean the kitchen while the kids were sent to school. she then realized that everything was really unmoved, except the lost trash. the trash bin is mysteriously empty.
"What you have here, is a problem!"
"What," an older white-haired paunchy man replied.
The other gentleman, young with a full beard smiled. "There's no way out of it. Give up now, save your dignity."
"I don't believe you've covered all options here," he replied.
"Robert!" A voice called from the distance. "It is time."
The bearded fellow rose from the chess board just as the old fellow made his last gasping move. "See, told you, Sam, checkmate."
Sam laid down his king, even without Robert moving in for the kill. They'd been playing chess with one another for years, if not decades. And without coming with several moves for the actual mate, as was their custom, one would capitulate; usually, it was Sam.
"How did it go," the stranger asked.
"Mate," Robert smiled. "Again."
"No silly," the stranger laughed, "I mean, the exchange with your older self?"
Robert guffawed. "Oh that? You know Tabby, same ole same ole. Still losing his memories."
"Well we've been going back and forth for sometime," Tabitha replied. "And we've all seen the end results.*
"I know."
"You'll eventually have to face it," she patted him in the back. "We all lose in the end. But the present rewards are worth it, right?"
"Right," Robert said as he looked back and saw Sam, his older forgotten self, wheel away in a wheelchair. The look of strain and anguish heavy on his face, he started begging passerbys for spare change.
Back at the house, the domestic housewife was as till cleaning the living room, when they both walked in, unannounced. As she swept the floor, they nonchalantly walked passed her and up the stairs, twice, to the attic. There the artifact stood.
"We've wiped this time several times, and to no avail. Everyone forgets, but nothing ever changes," Tabitha stated. "The next time, no one may be conscious. They're practically braindead now."
Robert cast a scowl her way and threw her against the wall. "LOOK! "I paid you guys a great deal of money, over 100 Million US Dollars!! And I'll be DAMNED! if I give up now! I'm walking in my future, got it!?"
Tabitha was slowly released, and she brushed off her neatly pressed black suit and look Robert in the eye. "Okay, I got it."
They both walked towards the displacement field.
"But if you EVER attack me like that again, paid or unpaid, I delete you from history entirely!"
© ubik
@I_Am_Michael
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