In the future... the year 2041 to be more specific it is or will be discovered that Time-Travel only affect "localized" history. Essentially meaning that when you change the past it does not change your future, it merely diverges into an alternate reality, or Timeline as these are called. Once this was discovered many changes to history were effected. But nothing ever came of it, anyone who changed History significantly was never seen again and it had no effect on the Reality we live in. But an elite group of military agents known as the Rogue Element are still searching for a way to alter our own Timeline to this day, they choose not to change History significantly but instead to go in quietly and throw pebbles instead of boulders into the stream of time, in attempts to create a cascade effect that will alter the course of our History. A small sect of the public developed a militia to hunt and stop these Rogue Elements, we call them Old-Timers. The Vanguard that protects the dawn of our technological world, preventing us from extinction or primitive decay due to unsanctioned Time Tampering.
Our story begins in Alaska, the cold snowy wilds in the North. Jared is being born right this minute, on this night, in the howling winds of one of the most awful blizzards in the History of the state. In the smallest shack in a town called Palmer a boy child was born to Janice Quentin Geoffries, the only child of Jack and Wilma Geoffries from Minnesota. But neither her nor her son should exist, because they were both born due to the direct interference of the Old-Timers. A savior of the timeline was foreseen but he was never born, will never be born, and does not exist. Except that he does. They made sure of it. Damn them all to the deepest depths of Hell for condemning a child to such a life...
Jared Tianan Jones Geoffries would never know peace during his Human lifetime, and he would never know rest beyond his Human lifetime. This is the story of the Time Savior, he who will bend us. Break us and reshape us, our Reality a mere toy of his whims and moods. This is the story of the Cursed God. He who shall never be, has been. He who is not, now is. This is the night that the world first heard his cries, and the night the Rogue Element would forever lament. Because now that he DOES exist he CANNOT be destroyed or written out of Time. Time is his Domain, and Space is going to be his BITCH one day.
"haha Jared you know not to sneak up on me... what were you thinking, bro?"
"Well obviously not that you would LITERALLY cold-cock me, oh god. I'm going to need a testicle retrieval. I thought we were friends man..." I groaned as another wave of searing pulsing pain beat through my now-sensitive groin area. Oh god, i'd never felt anything this horrible... oh wait this was MY life and this was just par for the course. My "friends" all throughout grade school used to push me onto the ground and kick me in the privates for "fun". Sick bastards thought giving me a permanent inability to procreate was entertainment, fucking savages.
This is why i've always hated kids, they're not only self-serving little bastards, they're generally mean and unfeeling. They're not even what i would consider Human till after they pass Puberty and grow a fucking conscience. I once read that until you are ten years old that you're brain activity is the same as a Serial Killer's, no compassion and little understanding goes through the mental processes of a child. It's not until long after they've committed such atrocities that they feel "sorry" and "repentant" or in most cases they forget they were ever that cruel and stupid.
In my experience most of them do the latter. I wish I could just FORGET all the horrible things they did to me. I still have nightmares about my childhood. I die due to internal injuries almost every night in my sleep. Thats why no one will sleep anywhere near me, psychiatrists tell me these "night terrors" may or may not go away over time. So far i doubt it, and my friends don't like to wake up in the middle of the night to my sleep-screaming. To be clear, "night terrors" don't wake you they just make you wish they would. I have been told that my regular as clockwork 2-minute screaming every hour and a half is quite jarring and hard to sleep around.
I understand. I just wish i could escape it as easily as my friends can. At least as an older boy i have friends now... I'm in College and the year is 2063, and i have friends. Sort of. Two guys who tolerate me and one girl whom i love. She's with Roland, one of the two who tolerate me. I really can't hate Roland even though he found the girl first... sometimes i cry in my sleep i'm told. I'm certain those dreams are about her... i have the sense that sometimes when i wake we were just together and something awful tore us apart and there was nothing i could do to stop it. It's just a feeling though, i don't remember my dreams much, fragments of the worse ones. Nothing of the ones with a shred of happiness in them, although i doubt i even have those kinds of dreams.
Today was a rainy day, much like any other, but it had a feeling to it. A weight, as if something momentous was going to happen.
