Initially, unaware of my presence, I hid behind the
monolith and discreetly glanced around the corner. As he moved away from the
monolith towards my intended direction, I debated whether to leave or follow
him, ultimately, I succumbed to my curiosity and trailed him surreptitiously. Halting midway, he paused to survey his surroundings with
hands in his pockets, letting out a sigh and shaking his head. Eventually, he
pivoted to return to the monolith, our gazes locking as he appeared surprised,
his eyes filled with curiosity.
“Wow,” he remarked, taking in my appearance.
“Are you
from around here?” I simply gaped at him while he grinned back. I was
momentarily speechless, especially after catching the unmistakable British
accent in his tone. Gathering my thoughts, I mustered the courage to ask, “Who
are you?”
“Just call me Mr. Smith,” he replied.
“How did you get here,” I asked, my curiosity piqued. With a sly grin, he approached me and
replied, "I stumbled upon this place during my travels." His eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and a hint of allure. I
glanced at the monolith.
As he spoke, I couldn't help but take a
step back, unsure of what to expect. Sensing my hesitation, he reassured me,
"If you're interested, I'll gladly show you, come travel with me,” he
paused. “But if not, feel free to leave." A lump formed in my throat,
causing me to hesitate. He moved closer, attempting to hold my hand, but I
instinctively pulled away. "Don't worry," he assured me, his voice
soothing.
"I'll ensure your safety and make
sure you have an interesting time." Gesturing towards the mysterious
monolith, he insisted, "Trust me, let me show you." Once again, he reached out for my hand, and a warm sensation
washed over me, making it impossible to resist. Despite my apprehension and
uncertainty, I found myself irresistibly drawn to this enigmatic man who
emerged from the monolith. His captivating eyes, charming smile, and the aura
surrounding him had me completely mesmerized, along with the enigmatic monolith
itself. As his touch enveloped me, all thoughts of
my past vanished, and I became completely entranced, until he finally asked,
"What is your name?" I hesitantly replied, “I'm
Remi,” my voice barely above a whisper.
His smile shifted into a playful smirk, his
gaze slowly taking in every detail of me. As I moved closer to the massive
structure, I spotted someone standing on one of the
hills nearby, perhaps he was clearly just as puzzled by the sudden appearance
of the monolith as I was. Mr.
Smith shot a glance toward him, his eyes narrowed.
"Come on," he beckoned, gesturing towards the monolith with a
flirtatious smile and a playful wink. Confused, I
glanced at the monolith’s surface, devoid of any inscriptions, its sleek black
surface chilling to the touch, just as I had mentioned earlier. With a sudden jolt, an opening materialized
which I assume was the door, it caused me to instinctively recoil. With
unwavering confidence, he took a bold stride into it, and I hesitantly mirrored
his actions. However, as I crossed the threshold, a wave of disbelief washed
over me, causing my mouth to fall open and my eyes to widen in astonishment.
The sheer magnitude of what lay before me left me breathless, and I couldn't
suppress a gasp that escaped my lips. In that moment, he couldn't contain his
excitement and proudly declared, "Welcome to my humble abode,"
relishing the astonishment that was etched across my face. "This is a Time
Dimensional Spacecraft, or TDSC for short," he announced. Looking around,
I suddenly realized that I was situated within an otherworldly spacecraft. My
eyes wandered around the room, absorbing the sleek, jet-black design with
mesmerizing geometric patterns. The
two control panels on either wall and the sleek floor reflecting the ceiling,
drew my attention.
"Hold on a second," I exclaimed as I stepped out
of the craft and circled it, taking in the bizarre design while a sense of
confusion enveloped me. It struck me that the inside and outside of the
spacecraft were mismatched in size. I hurried back inside, eager to unravel
this puzzling revelation. I stared at it, my eyes with excitement. "Wow! I can't believe my eyes, it's bigger inside!" I exclaimed, filled with awe. Instead of feeling afraid, I was
completely fascinated by the whole experience
and eager to uncover the mysteries behind this intriguing man and his
extraordinary ship. He chuckled, clearly pleased with my
reaction.
"I had a feeling you'd be amazed," he said, with
a smug grin on his face. My heart raced, and I couldn't tear my gaze away from
the mesmerizing interior.
"Would you like
to embark on an adventure with me?" he asked. My heart skipped a beat, and
I took a deep breath, my eyes brimming with astonishment. I was at a loss for
words.
"Your eyes are captivating," he remarked,
gazing at me intently, as if weighing a decision. His deep brown eyes roamed
over me in a suggestive manner, causing me to blush and
look away. A tense silence
enveloped us briefly, before I broke it with a question: “Am I being abducted?”
I hesitated, inching toward the door that was hidden from the outside but clear
from within. He moved closer, his presence a mix of authority and reassurance.
"You can leave if you want; we’re still on the same hiking trail," he
said, his gaze steady on mine. Standing nearly six feet tall, he loomed over my
five-foot-six frame, which felt a bit daunting.
Feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity, I couldn't
help but nervously smile back at him. "I believe the person you saw
earlier is nearing the TDSC and may be contacting others soon." A soft
smile graced his lips as he looked directly at me, his eyes filled with
anticipation. It was evident that he was eagerly awaiting my response, silently
pleading for a positive answer. The way he gazed at me spoke volumes, conveying
his desire for me to agree to whatever he was proposing.
"If you decide to accompany me, we
can journey to any destination of your choosing, and I'll ensure we return
before dinner. I possess the ability to traverse time. The possibilities are
endless," he said, enticing me further. Despite his kind offer, I still felt unsure. "Don't worry, once you get to know me, you'll realize I’m
not such a bad guy,” he continued to persuade me. His words were accompanied by
a chuckle and a smile, sending a shiver down my spine. A nervous chuckle
escaped my lips; my eyes spotted a mysterious black pillar embellished with
sparkling crystals in the center of the room. It truly captivated me. Setting
my backpack down on the floor, I cautiously approached, drawn in by its
enchanting allure. "What is this?"
I asked, circling around the strange pillar with multicolored quartz crystals at the center, one of them glowing brightly.
"No, don't touch
it," he warned, causing me to retract my hand.
"What are
they?" I asked, intrigued.
"They control this ship," he explained. I
pondered over the offer he made earlier.
"I'll accept your offer, but..." I hesitated.
"But
what?" he asked.
"I hope
you'll bring me back before dinnertime or before 10pm," I nervously chuckled,
feeling a strange attraction toward him. Standing in front of each other,
the crystals casting a soft glow on my face, I couldn't help but question the
risks of joining this enigmatic being from another realm on an adventure.
"How old are you?” he asked. Before responding, I thought
about my uneventful life. Musing, "I don’t have a boyfriend, I’m out of
high school now, considered an adult ready to start a new chapter in my life
and at the moment I clearly don’t have any plans.” After a brief pause, I mustered the courage to respond,
"I'm twenty," I said, it was a blatant lie though. Despite being only eighteen, but turning 19 in October, I
decided to withhold that information from him. His inquisitive gaze
persisted as he mulled over my answer.
"Well, okay,” he paused and added, “You do appear to
be young," he delicately traced his fingers along the glowing crystals on
the table on top of the pillar.
“People often
assume that about me, but the truth is I'm twenty, with my birthday just four
months away.” I lied again, feeling a lump in my throat. He stepped closer and softly
stroked my cheek before placing a tender kiss on my forehead. A rush of warmth
spread through me, and I couldn't help but blush as he smiled at me. "So,
where do you want to go?" he asked, tapping a crimson crystal. Suddenly, a
sleek jet-black seat materialized a short distance away from him and he
casually took off his brown pinstriped blazer and tossed it onto the chair. Pondering his words, I said, "If you truly have the
power to time travel, I'd love to visit the 1970s." I smiled at him.
"Do you have a specific year in mind?" he asked.
I casually shrugged
and grinned, replying, "1976, my grandma used to tell me fascinating
stories about that year." He chuckled, flashing a smile my way.
"Alright then, let's embark on this adventure,"
he exclaimed excitedly.
"Touch that
crystal," he instructed.
"But I thought
you didn't want me to touch the crystals?"
"I'm granting you the privilege," he smiled. He
then told me to focus on my grandma and the year 1976. With closed eyes, I
imagined the sensation of being transported to that era.
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