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Time Frame
8 June 2007 16:09Ten cheap plastic watches up each arm that were all stopped. These were his powers. He wore goggles to protect his eyes from the desert sand.
He wore frayed, red plaid calf-length shorts and a white tank top signed by his friends in black felt pen. The friends who wished him luck before he left.
It hadn’t been going well.
He’d chosen the name Time Frame. It was a newbie mistake. It advertised his powers. The Sindicate had sent out StopWatch to take him down.
Time Frame had fought with StopWatch to the death. StopWatch had completed his mission of stopping Time Frame’s watches. After that, it had been a hand to hand battle and StopWatch had lost.
It was a grunting, dusty, scrabbling battle on the side of a dune that ended abruptly with the accidental snap of a neck.
That was two days ago.
His power had been taken away so the Sindicate didn’t bother sending anyone else. They had more professional entrants to worry about.
Time Frame had chosen the desert as his entry point because with his wrist watch time powers, he could slow time down and walk out of the desert before dying of thirst.
Now, thought, he’d have to walk across hundreds of miles of desert in real-time. It wasn’t humanly possible.
Time Frame remembered reading that it takes three days to die of thirst. That would be tomorrow.
He felt pretty stupid but he kept walking forward, blinding hoping that he was walking in a straight line.
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He wore frayed, red plaid calf-length shorts and a white tank top signed by his friends in black felt pen. The friends who wished him luck before he left.
It hadn’t been going well.
He’d chosen the name Time Frame. It was a newbie mistake. It advertised his powers. The Sindicate had sent out StopWatch to take him down.
Time Frame had fought with StopWatch to the death. StopWatch had completed his mission of stopping Time Frame’s watches. After that, it had been a hand to hand battle and StopWatch had lost.
It was a grunting, dusty, scrabbling battle on the side of a dune that ended abruptly with the accidental snap of a neck.
That was two days ago.
His power had been taken away so the Sindicate didn’t bother sending anyone else. They had more professional entrants to worry about.
Time Frame had chosen the desert as his entry point because with his wrist watch time powers, he could slow time down and walk out of the desert before dying of thirst.
Now, thought, he’d have to walk across hundreds of miles of desert in real-time. It wasn’t humanly possible.
Time Frame remembered reading that it takes three days to die of thirst. That would be tomorrow.
He felt pretty stupid but he kept walking forward, blinding hoping that he was walking in a straight line.
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