Jasper held a glint of superiority and playfulness in his eyes, and Emmet, still in his arms, still in a tight hug that suddenly retightened itself after relaxing steadily over the past few moments, could not see who exactly he was looking at, but he felt he felt his own blood drain out of his face anyway, fully recognising the voice behind him and fully recognising just might what was going to happen next.
Jasper - still holding him and very, very much not letting him go - had said that Emmet's own future self had held some sort of grudge against his own past self, and considering that he was future Emmet's own past self, Emmet wasn't seeing much ground or reason for negotiation to get himself out of the predicament that he had now landed himself in unwittingly.
Lila was sniggering in the background as well, which didn't make anything better.
Emmet sucked in a deep breath, trying to be as silent as possible, until those seven, magical, damning words were spo
"Lila may be a heinous bitch, but you cannot judge her, as a person, without assessing yourself on why you feel that way, why she might have reacted the way that she did, and the ways that you still need to grow up." The weather outside was uncomfortably hot. The sun beat down on Emmet's head, and considering his hair was loose and down and messy, in a bird's nest of tangled knots and a rough, matted stack that was unevenly distributed almost everywhere within those once shiny, smooth, rippling locks. Emmet gulped, his throat far too dry and sandpaper like, hurtful to the very insides of his body. His face was burning a bright, burning red, and wondered whether it was the heat, or the words of his own future self. "There was no need for that stupid martyrdom. There was no need for any of that in the first place. You could have refused and then gone on to live a quiet life, working the same way as Aunt Minnie did with black market connect
"What we were planning to do was sending you to thr future to try and get Jasper out of the... painful, dangerous situation that he had ended up in," Emmet's future self stated as forcefully blandly and calmly as he could, failing in almost every way as he turned his head downwards and away, looking off down the street at nothing in particular, as he crossed his arms and balled his fists. His voice as well cracked, and there was an uncomfortable pause when he had spent time trying to find the adequate and necessary words that tried to make at least some light of the situation that he was trying to describe. "What kind of situation? Be specific," Emmet almost immediately demanded, seeing at least the courtesy to pause before broaching what was clearly a sensitive topic to the man in front of him. Whether or not his future self's feelings were hurt was irrelevant. His future self had been placed in a position just like this before and he had asked
"Don't doubt the almost pathological hatred of my great aunt?" Emmet told Jasper, glancing back over his shoulder to look at his younger self again, trying to commit the younger man into his memory, trying to sear the image of the tired, hunched man into his brain. He hadn't spent much time back then on his appearance, nor on the state of his health other than the recovery of his own immediate and obvious injuries, unwisely in hindsight but still an improvement over sitting there and doing nothing in a depressive state, but the gauntness of his younger self's face, the haunted look in the other man's eyes, wasn't the most striking feature on display. It was how small he was. His younger self was hunched over, always keeping one hand on at least one surface, whether it be a table, wall, or even Jasper before, and he was always looked on the ground. Even before, when the two of them had spoken, his younger self had never, not even once on the most brief of occa
"Are you alright?" "Are you ready?" "Are you prepared?" "Do you know what you will be doing?" "Are you totally prepared for the ordeal that you will now face?" "Has the adequate preparation been undertaken for the vital and essential mission that you will be carrying out, albeit under the supervision of your commanding and already experienced officer, of which, faliure will not be an option for?" "The fate of the universe is on your shoulders. Are you going to disappoint me?" "Lila. Shut the fuck up," Emmet's older self called over, not removing himself from Jasper's grip as the two of them sat so closely together that Emmet thought that the two of them were almost beginning to fuse together and into one being. He did have to agree with his older self's sentiments and was internally grateful for the man speaking out against the tyrant that was the annoying woman in front of him. "You're trying to
Emmet watched Lila move about as she fixed the glass box back onto the wooden podium, using the key around her neck to lock the entire mechanism together using the key hole at the back of the whole structure. He watched her as she carried the time machine - as if it was some sort of mundane, cheap and easily replaceable object underneath her arms - as she did so, mavouvering it around her torso as she walked back to the cafe counter and placed the device down on it, reaching out to snag another butterfly biscuit from the display and eat it as if she wasn't supposed to be making money off from the stock that she was currently consuming herself as if she didn't have a single care in the world. Tiredly, Emmet wondered whether Lila was actually as fearful or as nervous as she had portrayed herself to be before, or whether that particular kind of response was awake and alive whenever Emmet's future self, and Jasper, were around. She had certainly seemed nervous and
Lila woke up late on her first day of work, sleeping through all three of the alarms that she had set the night before on her phone. She had woken up on the fourth, and final, alarm of her morning, set to specifically remind her of when the milk man would arrive at her yard gates, ready and carrying the day's supply of milk for the cafe. When she first woke up, blinking away the grip of sleep and the raking arms and nails that had once exacted cuts down the sides of her torso when the bins hadn't been put out on time, Lila had expected to have awoken at her first alarm. She had leisurely turned over onto her side, and reached out towards her bedside table, picking up her phone lazily before instantly recoiling when the screen flashed bright, immediately turning away to save whatever remained of the fried retinas that now resided behind her eyelids, submerged in blessed darkness once more. Lila squeezed her eyes shut as tight as she could and wondered how long
Lila's hand shook, her fingers locking up against her will and refusing to work to her brain's commands. She choked on the frustrated noises that came bubbling up her throat, her trachea tightening as the beginnings of angry tears began to bead up in the corner of her eyes. Eventually, after far too long, the appropriate and desperately needed numbers that she needed to press on the phone were finally slammed down. Finally. Finally finally "I need the police! It's on Bush Close, and there's giant group of teenagers beating up someone! Please send help!" Lila gasped out breathlessly into the microphone of the phone. "I need- I need- Please help him!" she cried again, and barely listening to the words that were coming out of the receiver, she felt far too unsatisfied. She needed to do more. She could do more. She had the capacity to do more. Sh
The sprint ot the kitchen had Lila slipping onto the floor as she skidded to a stop, banging her hip bone on the metal table that held the flour that she was going to use. She hissed, automatically bringing a hand up to the affected and pained area, before quickly gathering her bearings and heaving herself up to be standing once more. The single, open bag of flour was easily reached, and Lila quickly grabbed the other two unopened bags from the shelf in quick succession, before ripping open the plastic packet of paper bags that she was meant to be using to wrap up the sandwiches in. Without much thought or precision, and without rolling up her sleeves or holding any regard for her work uniform, destined to be stained once more, Lila shovelled a hand full of flour into each paper bag that she was able to successfully pull from the plastic pack and then open. Whenever she encountered a paper bag that was not easily opened by thumbing the seam of the openi
“Why’re you sleeping on the floor like that? Come on, get up. You’ll hurt your back doing that,” Doctor Marigold chided, dragging all her bits of heavy machinery around the office space to prepare for her demonstration.Behind her, Lila remained still.“I know that you’re not dead. Come, get up already,” she called out, stepping over a few sheets of paper that she had laid out to grab Lila by the shoulder and heave her up into sitting.The stubborn girl just flopped down again, not opening her eyes.“If you get the fuck up, we can move the flight a week forward so you can stop worrying about it,” Lucy Marigold shouted across the room.Like a rubber band, Lila snapped back up and finally opened her eyes.It had been harder to see the bags below them when they had been closed and Doctor Marigold wondered if she should buy the girl some sleep tablets.“I’m awake,” Li
Yolanda seemed to understand that she needed to back off and stop teasing Gretel, when the other woman's eyes suddenly misted over, and it was if she was no longer a part of this world.She kept the bubbling annoyance within her away from her face, putting on instead a mask of concern as she reached out and poked Gretel's arms, trying to maybe prod her out of her stupor and bring her back from the recesses of her mind.Yolanda had never actually seen somebody collapse inwards to a catatonic state over her own actions.It was interesting to see it all happen and fold out in front of her.She poked Gretel again, touching her in the face lightly to see if that would possibly work to pull the other woman out of her mind and back into the world where she was needed proper.It wouldn't reflect well on her if Gretel didn't wake up within the hour.It didn't feel as
When she awoke, she was sat ready to eat and was dressed just like her mother, in a pastel blouse and a lungi down to the floor.Lila looked down at herself and jumped when she heard rattling, noticing the ten, or so, bangles on each arm and the lines of mehndi that ran down all the way to the hems of her sleeves, resting halfway between her shoulders and elbows. A pin held her blouse shut at the top and a quick once over of her hair, with one of her hands, revealed that it had been styled in a simple bun and adorned with flowers.“This is weirdly romantic,” Lila commented, staring at the lit candles nestled in the variously sized candelabrums set around the circular room.There was no door, but a giant window which led to a balcony outside. There was no ceiling but the walls reaching upwards, all the way up, until they formed a dome in the same shade of dull brown that coated the floor and the giant, round table in the centre.The only dishes
“So, is she finally asleep?” Emmet asked the boy stood behind the counter. He was exceedingly slim for someone surrounded by sugar all day and Emmet could make out the outlines of his spindly elbows through his shirt. His face held a no nonsense, blunt, and almost bored expression. “Yeah, she is. She’s been knocked out on the sofa since I sent her back there,” Kai answered the long haired man in front of him, his hair pulled back by a ribbon matching his eyes before being pulled over his shoulder once more. He looked vain. “Oh good. Don’t tell her that I was involved,” the man asked, putting both his palms up to face Kai. “I’m telling her that you’re a fucking weirdo for that,” was the scowled answer. “No. Seriously, don’t tell her. She doesn’t like me and I don’t like her. She’s known my partner for longer that I’ve known him. She doesn’t trust me with him. Why’re you making that face?” Emmet tried to justify himself before giving up
“Are you sure that you’re getting enough sleep?” Kai asked Lila, watching her sway on her feet and clutching the front counter.“Yes,” she gasped, dropping her head into her hands, elbows on the table.“Go and lie down on the sofa. Go to sleep for a bit. I’ll wake you up when I have to leave for college,” Kai instructed her, tapping her on the shoulders and shepherding her towards the office.“… fine,” she conceded, letting Kai move her along towards the back.“You know that this just proves my point,” Kai pointed out, pushing her through the boundary of the door and closing it behind her.“Fine,” she whispered back to him, talking into the silence of the office.She let herself fall over the sofa, draping her upper body over the arm rest and letting her head be cushioned by the pillows. Shuffling a bit over to put her body entirely on the sofa, Lila f
“One! Two! Three! Four! Five!Now again!One! Two! Three! Four! Five!Now keep on going!”Lila landed each punch, timing her breaths to the count as she moved her fists, dodging underneath the swing that came towards her head, before blocking the second hit that came to her and moving along with the force of the fist that hit her arm.The swinging punching bag forced distance between Lila and Tweedle Dum, and she stepped back to where she was stood before, within the path of the moving bad, to put more distance between him and her.“One! Two! Three! Four! Five!One! Two! Three! Four! Five!”Lila punched the bag once more, landing all of her hits.“Okay, time for a break,” Tweedle Dum announced, grabbing the punching bag and pulling it back to him as Lila moved away from the centre of the room, sitting down on one of the rickety plastic chairs at the side of the room.She took of
“Bitch! Why’d you run off and abandon me like that!?” Lila shouted from behind the counter when Kai finally walked back into the store.She was waving her hands about and wore an apron covered in flour as the single customer in the store, an old man precariously balancing on his cane, slept whilst leaning on the radiator.“I thought that you wanted some bonding time with your family so I left you to do that it private!” Kai answered her, tiptoeing past their unconscious patron, in a combination of whispering and shouting.“They’re hardly my family and you left us in the middle of a public café!” Lila cried, not modulating her voice at all.In the background, the old man began to snore.“But you still talk to them a lot like you do to me, so I let you, and besides, I got about fifty more pages of Good Omens done in Waterstones,” Kai appealed, finally at the counter and opening up the
Gretel and Silver had their fun as he continued to teach her how the interface worked and how he had managed to figure out that the system was an older model from the lack of integration between the screen and the touch pad, and explaining how easily it would potentially be to do so once the technology, as displayed in this device, had been demonstrated and established to work in a functional product."We were working on something like this as well, back in the workshops back home for the company that I was in the research and development department for. We were trying to get our motion sensors to be as small as possible for more commercial and personal use of technology that we could sell to the public and those who couldn't afford the contact computers.We had no idea on how their tech worked, because of trade and company secrets and all, but we managed to piece together a few things by looking at the patents and when we bought a few and m
“Alright, the shop’s free. Why are you actually here?” Lila questioned, crossing her arms and staring down at the tablecloth of Jasper and Emmet’s table.“I’ve got lesson now. I’ll be back in a few hours,” the teenage boy behind Lila announced, picking up a bag that had been hidden behind the counter the entire time and rushing outside.Lila continued to stand there, waiting for a reply.Jasper couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t meeting either his or Emmet’s eyes.“Are you planning to leave us?” he asked her back.Lila’s fingers dug into the creases of her shirt,” I’m going to be leaving for a trip soon, and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Kai’ll be running the shop and will be looking after things, broadly. He lives here now and I scheduled my leave for when his school term ends so he can take care of things.”“On thi