No Return
“Mum! I’m just going out to meet up with Luke; I’ll be home around tea time.” Jake shouted up the stairs so loud that it echoed the stairway. Jake was 15 years old with long fair hair with a long floppy fringe brushed to the side keeping them out of his eyes. “Okay, don’t talk to any strangers!” his mum replied. “Mum! You know I’m not stupid enough to do that, bye!” Jake walked out the door then bolted down the driveway and along the pavement towards a silhouette at the end of the road. The weather was warm, with not a hint of wind, as he approached the man, he was already sweating.
“You made it then” the man said cautiously, “did anyone follow you?” The man was at least in his thirties and was wearing Denim jeans and a white jersey, he had a designer jacket on and the pockets were bulging. “No, we are alone. You have what I wanted with you?” Jake ordered. “No, but I’ll take you to it.” The man replied. They walked off together down the road talking normally as if they were father and son in case they were being overheard.
It had been around 10 minutes and they had arrived at an old warehouse. It had been originally used to store electrical items. “Where are we?” Jake questioned worryingly, thinking he had been tricked into coming here. He had a feeling it was so the man could walk off with both money and his prize. The man had never told him his name, he said it was confidential and was not important as he was only the delivery boy, not the man he was actually trading with. This gave Jake the idea that this man had an organisation of some sort. Maybe he owned the warehouses. Maybe they had sent the man to collect him to get it, in case he pulled a fast one on them. Perhaps they were just being secure. “We are just outside a warehouse, your time machine is inside we have it up and running for you already.” Jake followed the man inside to find that the warehouse had been converted into a laboratory. It looked very professional with all the chemicals boiling away in test tubes and massive electrical cables leading up to a circular ring in the middle of it all surrounded by scientists in white coats and goggles holding clipboards taking notes.
“Ah, our tes- I uh mean our buyer is here to take a look” one of the scientists said. “Yes I’m here to take it with me so I’m rich for the rest of my life” Jake chuckled walking towards the circular ring examining it. “Does it work?” Jake asked. “Yes we have fully tested it and it works, would you like to go inside and see for yourself?” the scientist sneered. “Great, start it up then.” Jake roared, “Set the date to 1066, I want to see the battle of Hastings.” The scientist nodded and pressed a button, the room lit up with a bright white light blinding everyone, the light soon faded and the circular ring had a purple glow in the middle. “As you can see, Jake, the portal is not active you may enter when you like” The scientist said.
Jake entered the purple light and was sucked up into the vortex, different colours surround him it was amazing! He has never seen anything like it before in his life. He eventually came out of the vortex into another dimension; there were French and English troops on either side sounding their trumpets. They started to charge at each other unaware of the small boy stood in the centre. Jake started to panic and looked for the portal, where was it! It had disappeared, or was disappearing, he caught sight of the purple vortex closing slowly and he started to sprint towards it in a flash. He wasn’t going to make it. The portal closed and disappeared when he was jumping into it, he hadn’t made it, now he was stuck between two armies closing in on him every second. He looked around for somewhere to hide but it was just open land, he would be lucky to survive. In the distance he could see sharp objects gliding through the air in his direction, they were arrows! He tried to dodge them but was ripped apart by hundreds of them penetrating his body from both sides. He was dead instantly.
In a warehouse a thousand years in the future to this epic battle were a group of scientists scribbling down on clipboards, “The time machine is a success, now time to sell it and make our millions” chuckled the man.