All Chapters of The Boy who Circled Time: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"When you left, the operation to rebel was still in its final stages of preparation. We had come up with a plan to rebel, get rid of all the guards and then find some sort of connection to the outside world that we could exploit. He had found that point, the operating room on the floor above us.Yeah... nobody knew about that floor too so you can shut your mouth before some dust flies in and then you choke on it. There's a staircase hidden away in the side where none of us have been allowed to go into, 'cause we've always been led away from the place and have been put somewhere else because of the chips in our backs. So anyway, first things first.You were taken away and a couple of the kids under your wing got antsy because another member of their team had gone missing before, and they overreacted. One of them blew up completely, his face

"Tell me, what kind of scene were you trying to cause by not cooperating with the renewed time travel project, Red_Two, Gryaz?" the interviewer, another man that Jasper had never met, asked him, his fingers laced together and obscuring his helmet that hid his face away.His voice was a new one to Jasper's ears, not that he showed it at all on his face.He sat sat down in a chair, two guards at his sides keeping their hands on both his shoulders to hold him up, and to stop him from slumping downwards underneath the desk.Jasper did nothing, said nothing, and felt almost nothing.There was still that one, all too familiar knot of fear in his chest that twisted and writhed, trying to reach out and expand its clutches outside of the small area that it had claimed within Jasper, trying to make his hands shake, his legs wobble, and his eyes and irises widen.The same ball of fear had once been so powerful and strong, keeping a grip over Jasper strong eno

"Do you think he'll die from this?" the interviewer asked the other two guards in the room.One was clearly taller than him, and for a moment, looked to have the most power in the room, his strength easily dwarfing the interviewer's own.If it wasn't for the strict hierarchy of roles, and the punishments for stepping out of those roles, the interviewer was sure that he would have suffered a pummelling from the taller guard, his morals and methods apparently contradictory to what was the standard procedure of pain and torture displayed in front of him.He would need to write up an incidence report of the guard's behaviours and reactions, lest they manifest in more dangerous circumstances, more troubling behaviours, or any other situation that warranted more serious concern.It was truly best for the guard, at the end of the day.The shorter guard had not responded to anything, following orders to the letter and not sticking his neck out in the sligh

When Jasper's prone and beaten body was thrown into the room where all his other, 'supposed' co workers had congregated, an immediate silence and hush fell across the room, everyone stopping their speech, movements and their activities to see the perfect arch that his body had made as it left the arms of the guards who had dragged him to that place.Jasper did not move as he landed, his body crumpling into a heap where he had hit the ground, landing on one of his shoulders, the impact sending shockwaves through his system to his ribs that felt as if they had only been fractured even further by the assault.Jasper closed his eyes, and kept his mouth sealed, not allowing the slightest bit of sound to escape him, not the scream of agonised pain, not the pleading whimper that begged for the world to stop spinning around him, and not the never ending chant in his mind that was nothing but an infinity of 'I'm sorry'.The guard, for all that he was worth, gave a full b

"I tried... I tried, alright!" Harris' partner eventually broke.He almost fell to his knees, ready to meet the floor and repent, begging for some kind of twisted and pitiful forgiveness that he would never get, because ultimately, the apology of one man was not going to undo the lifetimes of horrific, fearful treatment that the people in front of him had been exposed to, forced to bear, and had lived with their entire lives.There was no apology on the planet that was capable of undoing and providing anything adequate to the people in front of him, and there was nothing that could possibly done now to appease them, to bribe them, to keep themselves out of the pool of people that could be blamed for their treatment and their circumstances.No matter if Harris' partner was able to accept it or not, the fact of the matter was, he could have done something, stopping the Interviewer from harming Red_Two, simply not bringing him to the interrogation room, and then no