Your Time, His Time, What Time is It?

1: The Hero's day Off

Ethan Kairos stood outside his house, and breathed in a mouthful of air. 'Today's going to be great!' he thought. He smiled to himself and went on his merry way to the café all of his friends would go to, Chronos. The sun was shining with a golden hue and the sky didn't have a cloud in the sky. "It's days like this that I'm thankful…" he said to himself. 'Thankful that I remembered about all that stuff that happened to my parents and all of my friends so I could prevent it.' He heard someone call in the distance, but he didn't answer. 'And now I get to keep the hollow pen, and this old…or shall I say new life?' He reached into his shirt pocket and took out the familiar green pen that he'd only hold a few times. Suddenly, Ethan felt a push from behind and struggled to retain his balance.

"Yo, Eeth!" shouted his best friend, Vin. "You gotta stop spacing out like that!"

"M-My bad," he apologized.

"Don't apologize, man. Just keep it in mind."

"Yeah." They walked further to Chronos, gathering each friend on the way. Ben was as eager to get there as ever, and Morris was studying a little blue book. "Uh, Morris. It's summer. Why are you studying?"

"Do you have to ask?" he replied. Ethan shrugged to himself.

'Guess not.' In a matter of minutes, they reached Chronos. As they entered, Olivia greeted them, and they sat at their usual table. A man in a brown jacket and combed-back hair walked towards them.

"Hey, kid," he greeted Ethan.

"Hey, Uncle Derek." Derek laid out four cups of coffee and a few crepes.

"You guys gonna stay here awhile? I've got a story to tell you."

"It better not be one of those stories about you cutting school again, is it?" Ben asked. Derek chuckled at him.

"No, no. This one is important." Ethan stared at his uncle's face, and knew he was serious.

"What is it about?" he asked. The storekeeper sighed and began.

"Well, me and Kori want you guys to know that you're friend, Emily, is…well, dead."

"What!?" yelled a girl's voice. They all turned to the front door. Ashley, Vin's little sister stood there in amazement. "Are you serious!?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Yes. A man in grey attacked her here last night. I tried to save her, but when I ran out, it was already too late…" Derek bowed his head in regret. The gears in Ethan's head began to turn.

"This can't be!" Vin shouted.

"When was it?" Ethan asked his uncle.

"Um…about 9:13," he answered. "It was around the bac-." Ethan left his seat and ran out the door.

'9:13, around the back, last night,' he reviewed. 'I've got to save Emily. But…' He slowed down as he hit the corner. 'What can I do? I could put something in the murderer's way, and that'll slow him down. Giving enough time for Uncle Derek to get to him. But can he stop him? Or will it cause another casualty. Maybe, I could take the weapon away. Or…if I have to, I'll drag Emily through the hole.' He took a deep breath and placed his hand on his shirt. "Only one way to find out!" He grabbed the pen and was about to draw a circle when it struck him. The hollow pen wasn't glowing at all. Time didn't stop, and the grey that came with it wasn't there. 'Wait, I don't have any flashbacks about this place. That is, I don't remember anything about it.' His hand slowly lowered and he stared at the ground. A few minutes passed before he put the pen back into his shirt pocket. He sat on a bench and slammed his foot into the ground. "Damnit!"

"Ethan!" his uncle called. "You out here?" He heard his uncle's footsteps come closer to him. He waited til he heard them reach him. But the noise stopped suddenly.

'Did he stop?' He looked up, and gasped. Everything was grey. His uncle was right at the corner, but was frozen in time. "What the…?" The sound of a time hole rang his ears. He turned around and saw exactly what he heard. A hole was hovering over the ground, and a hand was protruding from it. The hand let go a note and went back. Ethan hurried over to see who dropped it, but the hole was closed before he could. All Ethan grabbed was air. He sighed to himself.

"Yo, kid. What are you doing here?" Derek asked, not back in motion.

"Nothing…"

"Well, c'mon. You're coffee's getting cold." His uncle went back into the café. Ethan stood up, and stepped on the note.

"Oh!" He bent down and picked it up. He read it to himself. '7:30 p.m., in the mailbox. Leave a note for you-know-who.-Helper'. 'What the heck is this?' he thought. Suddenly, everything started to fade out.