Dead Dogs Don't Roll Over
Written by: Alex Sandell
We Got It All Together For A New Timeline
"How will killing myself stop the birth?" I ask. The dog comes back with his typical, long-winded reply. "The rest of the people in this casino; Elvis, Richard, everyone thats involved theyre using you to skip back and forth through timelines. Without you, they lose the ability, and have only the power of a mere mortal, once again . . . at least until they sacrifice Elviss child." "Gee," I think to myself, "this thing sure is getting cliched."
The dog continues with his long-winded response. "The timeline that theyve been involved with the most lately, is the one where Bonnie is giving birth. Thats why youve rarely seen Richard, or any of the other supervisors, out on the floor." I just stand and look dumb, while trying desperately to come up with a question or comment that will make me look halfway intelligent. I finally settle for a question that makes me look as though Im only partially retarded. "Wouldnt it be better if I go to the timeline where Bonnie already has given birth, and just kill the kid?" The dog cringes, and looks at me like Im the biggest idiot on the face of the Earth. I go back to feeling like a total retard.
"Not a chance," the dog finally answers, "in that timeline, Bonnie doesnt even know she had Elviss child. She just thinks she fucked some old fat guy, when she got really drunk. In this world, they captured her, when she went into labor, and theyre sacrificing the baby, fresh outta the womb . . . sorta like a Pop-Tart. They're only good when they're fresh." "Sacrificing it to who?" I ask, feeling like a 7-year-old in Sunday school. "Theyre sacrificing the child to forever. And, once they do, all of them will have more power than they have ever dreamed of." "Maybe Elvis'll be able to drop a few pounds, then," I say, interrupting. The dog ignores me, and continues.
"Imagine Richard having the power to skip timelines, at his every whim," the dog says, scaring the hell out of me, and using stupid words like "whim." "He would be able to wreck even more innocent employees lives!" I respond, feeling as though I was just thrown some dialogue from a lost episode of Scooby-Doo. The dog laughs, once again, this time sounding almost alive. "Oh, hell do a lot more than that, Wayne. All Richard has ever been after is power, and once he gets it, hell do anything that he can; and hell be able to do almost everything . . . unless hes stopped first, by one of you meddling kids."
Go to: Chapter 56
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