Time and Space

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Chapter 2

“I’m going to miss the bus,” Steven thought as he grabbed his backpack and took a Pop Tart out of the toaster. He had just reached the front door when he saw the bus turn around the corner.
“Hey, Steven, need a ride?” Mr. Simon, Steven’s neighbor was kind of an odd guy but friendly enough.
“Yeah, thanks Mr. Simon.” Soon Steven was riding along, listening to Mr. Simon drone on about how physics did something to the distance across blah, blah, blah… He tried to nod politely. Then, Mr. Simon suddenly stopped. Steven saw that his neighbor was staring out of the car window in horror. Without warning Mr. Simon stepped on the gas and they took off down the street.
“Wow, Mr. Simon, slow down or we’ll get pulled over!”
Mr. Simon acted as though he hadn’t said a word. In fact, he went even faster, the panicked look on his face intensifying every second. “Mizer…Mizer…” Mr. Simon muttered as if that explained everything.
Steven started to freak out. “Maybe Mr. Simon is insane,” he thought. “I never found out where he came from. Maybe he is an illegal immigrant or…Oh geez, I’m going to die. I’m going to die!”
Looking both ways, Mr. Simon slowed down and pushed a little black button on the car’s wheel. In seconds, a hologram popped up. “Quick, I need the nearest exit into space. That will buy us some time.”
“Space?” Steven gripped the edge of his seat. “Oh boy, I’ve gotten abducted by aliens. This day just keeps getting better.
The car veered from a side road to a freeway on-ramp. The freeway was a mesh. Cars were crashing everywhere. Mr. Simon stopped the car and jumped out.
“Get out and come with me. Quickly now.”
With no time to think, Steven leapt from the car and followed Mr. Simon through the maze of traffic to a strange spot. Steven could not tell why the place felt odd. He just got a sense of something different and powerful.
Then Mr. Simon started to sing.
“Open your gates, Space.
Let us through.
Guide us to safety within you.
Bring us where Time doesn’t dwell,
Where you were just born…”

“Having fun, Valcomist?” asked a chilling voice.
Mr. Simon turned. “Mizer, you demon, why are you here?”
“Oh, come now, Valcomist, is that how you greet old friends? Have you forgotten your manners? And look, you have a boy with you. Is this your new apprentice?
“Stay out of my way, Mizer. This boy is mine. Find your own!” Mr. Simon’s eyes glowed. “Go back to Lord Zaler and leave me alone.”
“Sure, Valcomist, I’ll leave you alone. Just give me the boy and you’ll never see me again.” Unlike Mr. Simon, Mizer’s voice was cool, controlled.
“You’ll have to kill me before I let you have him,” Mr. Simon growled through gritted teeth. “You’ll just corrupt him like Zaler corrupted you. Zaler, the false time lord, will never get another servant if I have anything to say about it.”
“He’s stalling,” Steven realized. “But why?” Looking back at the place where Mr. Simon had sung his song, Steven was startled to see that it was now filled with a white image. He began to back away when Mizer’s voice stopped and the villain drew a gun from the folds of his cloak. Startled, Steven jumped back, falling as he tripped over a tire. Mr. Simon stepped in front and picked Steven up with ease. Mizer shot. A bullet grazed Steven’s elbow. With a cry of pain, Steven felt his vision blur, then a strange sensation. The last thing he could make out clearly was Mizer, screaming. Then he slipped into unconsciousness.