Death In The Time Bay Part One
DEATH IN THE TIME BAY: PART ONE
Scott stood in the Time Bay, wearing his temporal insulation device and feeling distinctly nervous. The device was heavy and threw off an uncomfortable amount of electricity that made Scott's fur stand on end.
But despite the device being uncomfortable and a pain to carry around it was a must, and gave him a way to signal for help if something went wrong.
Scott lifted the device from his hip, where it hung from a brace that encircled his chest, and looked at it. it was heavy, cased in mahogany and with a thick glass viewing port in the center that displayed several gauges. One showed the year he was currently in, another showing the temperature, which was currently at about one hundred ten degrees, normal.
Scott was snapped out of his study of the device by a loud piercing whistle, it was the operator signaling that a Time Machine was coming back in. Scott dropped the device back against his hip where it made his fur stand up on contact. Scott's pointed ears snapped up, the tops brushing the top of his bowler hat, and his tail beginning to wag.
The moment that he had waited for for many years was arriving, he was finally going to drive his own Time Machine! There was a crackle, a smell of ozone, then the air warped for a moment and with a bright white flash, the Machine arrived. Scott blinked the brightness of the flash out of his eyes, then got his first good look at the newly arrived Time Machine, and gasped.
The side panels were riddled with bullet holes and perhaps half of the windows had ben shot out. Scott rushed over to the Machine's sliding door and with a grunt, jerked it open, fearing for the safety of the time travelers inside.
At the Time Traveling Institute the faculty had always taught that by no circumstances must a Time Machine ever be breached while it was traveling. If that was so then there was a risk that someone could get sucked into the time stream and alter history. The teachers had always stopped there, leaving the students to wonder what exactly would happen if they left the door of their Machine open while traveling.
The floor was covered in blood and limbs. There were at least four time travelers lying in the bottom of the Machine and not one was fully intact. Blood dripped from the opened door of the Machine onto the white marble floor of the Time Bay, splattering Scott's shoes.
Scott was jerked out of his paralysis by a shout. He turned to see a young fox in an operator's overalls running towards him, his face full of concern and fear.
"What happened, were they shot?" Asked the operator, his tail was drooping in fear, and Scott was aware that his had done the same thing. More blood drained out of the Machine and Scott was aware that steam was still rising from the gore.
"We need to call the police, these poor fellows are already dead." Scott nodded at the operator's words , he felt faint and there was a little voice in the back of his mind insisting that this couldn't be happening.
With a shaking paw, Scott dug out his mobile phone and hastily dialed a number. It dinged twice, then a calm voice asked him the nature of his emergency.
"A Machine just came into the Time Bay, but its all shot up, and everyone inside is cut to pieces." Scott was surprised by how calm his voice was, he had expected panic but instead there was a detachment that was scaring him.
But before he could worry about that any further there was a high wailing sound in the distance and Scott knew that the police were coming.
"Thank God." He said, then the operator tapped him on the shoulder and pointed at the Machine, his mouth open in shock.
Inside, one of the bodies was moving, someone was still alive.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART TWO