Here’s the third installment. Tell me what you think of it!
Chapter 3: Kazak and the Watch try to explain
I made up my mind that whoever’s side he was on and whatever he was doing here didn’t matter. I had to help him. Somehow. I rolled him over. (which was not easy, since parts of him seemed to be made of metal) He was no doubt unconscious. He seemed to be holding his ribs. There was a bright red scorch mark on his chest. It looked really bad, but I wasn’t sure how to help. I got out our paltry first aid kit. It had some burn cream. That should do it. But as I was applying it he woke up and gritted his teeth. He grabbed something out of his pocket.
“Hello?” I asked. No use, he was out. The pouch that he held in his hand said Laser + Scorch mark healing pad.
“Hmm… this looks useful.” I flipped it over.
“How do I use this thing?” I grumbled. “For all I know, Kazak could be nearly dead.”
You asked for instructions for how to use Laser + Scorch mark healing pad? The watch asked. “Yes, that would be great.” I answered.
To begin, press the large red button on the center. Suddenly, a red button appeared. I pressed it. Place the pad onto the wound sight and wait the prescribed time. “30 minutes” flashed the healing pad.
I spent the next half hour nervously. I added to my notes, “Kazak wounded.” When the healing pad flashed done I examined Kazak. He was still unconscious, but breathing. I tried shaking him. “What?” he said. “Good, you’re alive!” I said, relieved. “Thanks.” He said. “Since you did that, not that I couldn’t have done it myself, I think you deserve some answers.”
Oh yeah, I wanted to say. Instead I asked, “How does my mom know you? Why does she? Why is the watch so important? I saw your cyborg arm, so that’s true. What can it do? How did you get it? What does the term ‘time flipper’ mean? And a bazillion more questions came pouring out.
“Hold on.” He said. “We may not have much time.”
He sighed and sat at the edge of my bed. “Well, I might as well tell you some of them, before time runs out. “I lost my arm, in a sense, in an accident. A very bad accident involving InterTime. ”
“Huh?” I said.
“Here, the watch will tell you more.”
I am a specially advanced, working time travel device, with many other functions. I was created by your mother. This is before…”
“Ok, that’s enough.” Kazak said. “The point is….”
“Wait a sec. I think there is something wrong with the watch.”
This girl Violet is smarter than I thought. The watch mused. Yes, there is several malfunctions in my core. Starting with my internal time measurement is 0.006 milliseconds off, there is a dent in my lower left protection case, and the disguises option has corrupted.
“Hmm…the disguises are not working. This is a bad sign.”
Also, that sentient female who had handled me several hours ago installed some sort of tracking device.
I was about to say woah when I caught a glimpse of Kazak’s face, which was a pale white. “Did you just say the word ‘tracking device’? “Yes.” Flashed the watch.
“Discussion over!” yelled Kazak. “How do we disconnect you?” he muttered to the watch.
“What in the world is going on!” I said, confused. Kazak put the watch down and looked at me right in the eyes. “Listen. All you need to know right now is this: We need to destroy your watch as soon as possible. Why? Because there is certain people who are really, really, really want to know where you, me, and the watch is right now. And the combination of the most wanted people in the universe sitting conveniently in one room is like sending a dozen planetary alarms right now.”
He picked up the watch again. He placed it in the middle of my floor. Kazak took off his jacket, exposing his cyborg arm. He pointed at the watch and said, “Begin disintegration mode.” I shouted and grabbed the watch and held it behind my back. “Violet, are you insane? Move!” he screamed. A moment later, there was a giant hole in my wall. “I know you said you wanted to destroy it, but I couldn’t let you destroy it. My mother said I should trust you, but, why should I? All these preposterous ideas, you’re just making them up. You’re going to have to prove all of this.”
After I had finished my little rant, Kazak groaned and said, “I think your watch should be all the proof you need.” Hmmph… I thought, but said nothing. The watch began to glow red and say Target acquired. “Okay, now I’m nervous.” I said, half wanting for Kazak to try to disintegrate it again. “Don’t touch it! Put it down!” he shrieked. I was about to do just that when the room began to spin. I put my hand forwards, trying to rebel against the pressure that seemed like it wanted to tear me apart. There was a blinding flash of light and a queer smell. Then, there was nothing.