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2024-10-29 19:42:56~Rosie
Nothing Time has said has ever made me so frightened.
He’s gliding around the room, making something so hasty so elegant. I can’t stand him. Here he is, thinking he can drag me back in time with his magical powers I was hoping to avoid. There has to be a way to get out of this. I’m not sure what would be worse, being taken back in time, or being a slave to another powerful immortal.
“I’m glad you’re not questioning my abilities,” Time says, as he motions for me to follow him out the bedroom.
“Well, I’m not doubting your abilities, although, I’m not as happy about this as you may assume,” I tell him, trying to keep up
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¬Rosie Nothing. For three days. I’ve spent each passing moment wondering whether my inability to contact Thought is due to his lack of desire to save me, or because my brothers technology is far more developed than I’ve realised, and I can’t contact any immortal, at least in any conventional manner. Maybe it’s a far stretch to call out to Thought and assume he would be listening. But I had hoped. Lying on my bed, I stare at the ceiling. Over these past few days, I’ve done everything I can think of to get out of here. My door is constantly locked, there’s no windows, and I have no way of contacting anyone. Especially not Time. I can only imagine how he is dealing with this right now. Surely he is spending every waking minute trying to find me. I just hope he doesn’t. The door opens, forcing me into a sitting position. Seeing it’s Altin, I roll my eyes, and lay back down on the bed. He’s brought me my food ever since I arrived, not saying much more than that he loves me, he’s miss
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¬Rosie Harlen does a good job in getting as much distance between us and Time as possible. He ushers me quickly out of the building and into a vehicle, locking my door behind him. I don’t bother fighting back, even if the closing of the car door has my blood chilling, my heart jumping into my throat. I may be in the presence of my brother, but the last thing I feel is safe. His claim to keep my safe is nothing more than an excuse.And excuse to hurt someone I love. Love. Time is sitting in the room still, surely concocting a plan of destruction to get me back, once the poison is out of his system. But if they have more technology like that, which hurts immortals, I refuse to get him involved. My brother won’t hurt me. Harlen may be unrecognisable, but he wants me alive; he thinks he is saving me. I have to get myself out of this myself, but quickly. I have no way of contacting Time, and he is going to be searching the moment he is free. Harlen and I don’t exchange any words for q
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¬Rosie He looks exactly as I remember. There’s no doubting which of my two brothers this is; we are practically identical. He’s my twin, my other half. We always used to say he was older than me, because he was so much more matured, outgoing and experienced. He had older friends, older girlfriends and was almost always better than me at everything he did. I was devastated when him and our oldest brother were killed in the accident. It was his death that hit me the most, because despite the fact that we didn’t always get along, we were the closest. And now he is standing before me, having not changed a bit. Well, I suppose that’s not completely true. He walks confidently through the glass doors, brushing the billowy curtain away with a leather gloved hand. His hair is still as black as obsidian, but there is a scarlet red streak running through the fringe of hair that reaches his eyebrows. “Harlen,” I breathe in disbelief. How is this real? I’m not sure what it more surprising, t
