“Heh. Did you ever think you would find yourself locked here in my lair?” Jase asked me with a nefarious grin.
“Can’t say I was surprised…” I replied. After all, he did explain his entire evil plan to me on the ride here… Down to the smallest detail.
“Of course you weren’t, after all… heh… You’ve thwarted all of my plans… until now, that is. Heh. Heh. Heh heh heh heh hahahahahaha!!! Ah Heh Ha!!” He cackled.
“You don’t remember?...”
He looked genuinely hurt. Truth is I only know his name because it’s on the name tag of the janitor uniform he was wearing just before kidnapping me.
“Sorry, no, don’t be sad. It’s not your fault. I get captured so much lately that I just… I lose track…” I explained. “...Are you… are you crying?”
“...No…” He sniffed.
“I just think it’s funny how apparently anyone else can just capture you whenever they feel like it, but when I want to it’s so difficult…”
“I… I had no idea-”
“-Of course you didn’t!” He shouted.
His back turned. Is it that he doesn’t want me to see him this way, or can he even bare to look at me… I’m sure he’s disappointed in me.
“Was it worth it?” He asked me. He gave me only a glance. Only an eye, peering at me from his unkempt hair.
“Look around, Isaac!... What do you see?” His voice was shaking.
I peered around the room. I was chained to the wall by both arms. Around us were a few candles. There was a tv, but it was off. I could smell food, but the dish I presume it’s in was covered.
“What do you want me to say?” I asked.
“How about you start by thanking me for your cuffs!” He shouted.
“Inner lined with cotton so your tender wrists aren’t chaffed by that rough steel!” He cried out.
“The TV, I’ve recorded the entire third season of your favorite show.” He said, our eyes intertwined.
“Flight of the-”
“-Flight of the Furries...” he mumbled.
“But that hasn’t even finished airing!” I objected.
“I know!” He shouted. “... I know… The full season was rumored to be leaked ahead of release… but…”
“Don’t say it! Don’t you dare!”
“I clicked every… single… download link…”
“YOU’RE INSANE! WeTorrent is a Minefield!”
“I did it for you, Isaac! I did it for US!”
“I didn’t ask you to do that!”
“It was a small price to pay… My browser has over one hundred toolbars… I can barely see the webpage anymore… I think a guy in russia has my credit card information… but it was worth it.”
He rolled away from his pile of pillows in front of me, and uncovered the plate of food nearby.
Underneath was honey baked salmon with ginger seasoning. Cooked to a slight crisp and still steamy…
“I don’t deserve you…” I said, my eyes filled with tears.
He gently reached out and wiped the tears from my eyes.
“Did you… did you design a way for me to escape, too?” I asked.
He smiled a reassuring smile that I felt I had known forever. A warm, familiar smile, though I had never known it, I know I’ll never forget it.
“Of course I did.” He said.
I won’t lie. Some days, usually during math class, I think to myself. I could be being held prisoner in Jase’s lair right now being spoon fed and watching questionable television.
And frankly, I don’t feel bad about that.
The guy hand knit me a blanket with sleeves! He get’s an A for commitment to the cause.
I can’t say I’m sure how to deal with him. He’s supposed to be developing some super weapon and I guess I’m supposed to stop him, but he keeps screwing it up to the point that my intervention isn’t even needed. That is, when he actually tries to work on the damned thing. Most days he just-
-I caught a glimpse of him down below from my window seat.
He just stalks me.
Riley is more than a little jealous. No idea why.
Tessa has been writing in her notebook more than usual. I don’t want to think that my interactions with Jase and her writing are synonymous, but I can’t help but wonder…
“So our thanksgiving break is coming up,” Riley said.
“You are not wrong,” I said.
“And I was thinking-”
“-That’s never good.”
“...Ahem. I was thinking… Maybe we could go to the beach?”
“It’s thirty five degrees outside,”
“And maybe while we’re there we could go to the boardwalk,”
“It’s thirty five degrees outside,”
“And they have a go kart tr-”
“Thirty! Five! Degrees!”
“But summer is so far away!” She wailed.
“So is the beach and yet you still want to go!”
“Jase said he’s fine with it!” She exclaimed.
“Of course he is.”
“Why is he here again?” Tessa asked.
“It’s a long story,” I said.
“Is it ever not a long story when it comes to you?” She asked.
“... You tell me, you seem like you’ve been writing a pretty long story lately,”
She turned hot red and looked mortified, but only for a moment.
I instinctively moved to dodge whatever was in her arms reach, but Jase had caught her hand before she could assault me.
She looked to him, then to me, then to him again and I swear smoke was coming from her ears.
“If I can’t be rough with him, no one can,” He said.
Tessa coughed loudly and covered her face.
“Tessa? Are you ok?” Riley asked.
“Ugh. Yea. S’fine. I just…”
“Your face is as red as blood!” Riley exclaimed.
“Ah. Haha. Yea. We’ll talk later,” She yelled as she scooped up her notebook and took off at a sprint.
If I didn’t know her any better, I would say she was almost giddy…
As the evening wore on, it became apparent that Jase had no intention of parting ways any time soon.
I’m not too worried about him. He’s a low-risk plot. As long as I don’t try to stop his dastardly plan, it should be fine. Probably.
That said, it’s still definitely a bad idea to just let him hang around. I’m already snowballing downhill with these women in my life.
As we passed the gas station near my house, Jase asked us to hold up for a moment.
He soon came back with a scratch off ticket in his hands.
I raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t peg you for a gambler,” I said.
“I’m not,” he said as he began scratching. “But this one is a five thousand dollar winner.”
“Yea, thats what my dad always says,” I said.
Sure enough, three $$$ symbols appeared in the columns of the cards winning numbers.
Tessa’s interest peaked.
“Any more winners in there?” She asked.
“Not that I’m aware of, but go for it,” he said.
“Riley, let me borrow five bucks,” she said.
“Jase just won five grand! Ask him for cash!” She pleaded, still handing the money over anyway.
“How did you know?” I asked.
Jase looked very distant for a moment.
Let’s just say “I’m having a really long streak of Deja Vu,” he said.
I killed some time after arriving home, before getting dressed once again, and heading back out.
Jase clearly has something going on, and if I’m going to fight it, I need to know what I’m dealing with.
So I just started walking. My hands in my pockets. My head hung low, with my hood covering it.
An hour passed, and still no sign of him.
Finally I reached a bridge, and there was Jase, standing atop a support beam high in the air. He’s so dramatic.
As I took a step towards him I was suddenly grabbed from behind. My hands we instantly bound, and my mouth gagged as I was drug into a nearby shed.
I didn’t really even try to resist.
The door was quietly closed, and I heard a glow stick being cracked. The room was illuminated by its soft, red glow.
To my surprise, Jase kneeled down beside me and began unbinding me.
Well, this isn’t exactly how I’d planned this evening but it does fulfill the same purpose I suppose.
“That was close,” he said.
“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to,” he said.
“I have a bad habit of crushing people’s hopes,” I said.
He softly laughed.
“You haven’t changed at all,” he said.
He leaned back against the door and looked intently at me as I sat up and rubbed the feeling back into my wrists. Something I’m doing more often as of late.
“Tell me everything,” I said.
“It’s safer if I don’t,” he said.
“That’s not what I asked.”
Jase sighed and glanced out of the window. The moon could be seen perfectly through it. I had only known Jase briefly, but his expression was not one I had seen on him yet. It was remorseful… Pained.
“Isaac… I’m from the future,” he said.
“I figured as much,” I said.
“So you figured it out already? That doesn’t surprise me. You always were perceptive,” he said.
I shrugged his compliment off.
“Are there real cat girls in the future?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’m from the year 2018.”
“Jase… That’s next year,” I said.
“Precisely one year from last week I build the second time machine,” he said.
“The ‘second?’” I asked.
“The first was built by a man who desperately wanted to live among the dinosaurs. He was immediately eaten,” he said.
“Tough break,” I said. “So you’re some kind of mad scientist then.”
“I prefer to think I’m more of a slightly perturbed scientist. The man you saw out on that bridge was mad,” he said ominously.
“And why exactly have you traveled back in time to hang out with me?” I asked.
His expression returned once more to remorse.
“I have to stop myself from killing you.”
“I think I’m capable of doing that myself,” I said.
“If you were, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Fair enough.” I said. I peeked out of the window to see that the other Jase had left.
I opened the door of the shed. Jase didn’t try to stop me so I assume that means the other Jase really is gone. He would know, after all.
“I hope it works out for you, then.” I said.
“If it doesn't, I’ll just try again,” he said somberly.
“I’ve seen you die fifty-nine times…”
“Ah. Doesn’t look too good for me, then.” I said.
“It will be different this time…”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because this time I intend to kill myself.”
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Isaac was born to be the main character, and
he knows it. Though, were it up to him, that would
not be the case.
He wants a quiet life. A normal life. For seventeen
years Isaac has done everything he can to avoid
the lead role.
Supporting characters practically throw themselves
head on into Isaac's path as he desperately tries to
derail whatever Pilot Episode, Prologue, or Opening
their "Chance Meeting" might result in.
Isaac Gray might not be a bad guy,
but he is certainly
No One's Hero.