Past the Witching hour

This story is about a girl who discovers her fathers time machine. Unknowingly, she transports herself to the Civil War Era and meets a mysterious man who she promptly falls in love with. But, when she brings him back to the world she know...things are not the same as she left them.


2. Chapter Two

             "Well" He asked, growing impatient. 

                  I wasn't sure how to answer, I was speechless. This couldn't be right! Stuff like this doesn't happen in the real world. Only, it did happen. It was happening right in front of me. I stammered around for an answer. I didn't know what it was...well I did. But It wasn't that. It wasn't some time machine, this had to just be some guy messing with me. 

                  "Look, I'm just as upset as you are." I said and ran my hands through my light red hair. By now I was sweating and panicking. I didn't want to be stuck here...what if I never got back. If I was stuck in some corset in the middle of the Nineteenth century! That may have been just the thing some geek was looking for but I wasn't. I never liked history...and I certainly didn't like being in it. 

                  The man turned around to leave again but I shouted back for him to wait. 

                  "What else do you need, If you can't tell by now I've got some people after me and I would like to leave and maybe live past next week, so if you don't mind shutting your mouth and letting me go I would appreciate it, really I would." He said. He looked angry and cynical. His blue uniform was torn and it was only now that I noticed there was blood soaking his right upper arm. 

                    "They hurt you." I said, and instantly felt pity for him.

                    "And what's that do for you?" He asked.

                     I was hating the attitude he was giving me but I dealt with it. My father always told me people are stubborn when they need you. It also made me feel better that I wasn't alone. One of my largest fears was being alone, ever since my mother died, being alone had bothered me. So, I decided maybe if I made him think I could help him, he would stay. 

                     "I can help you" I said . 

                     "I don't need your help. " He said.  "And I don't trust you."

                      I sighed...clearly there was nothing I could do. He was more stubborn than a goat. He was more angry then a bull. Obviously I was going to be stuck the middle of the woods, in the middle of a time that isn't mine. If he doesn't trust me, no one else will. I'll really be alone. I won't have Dad or anyone. I started to cry again. I hated crying in front of him, but I couldn't think of anything else to do. I'd broken into so many fits of crying over the last twenty minutes that there were barely any tears left in me. 

                      Yet, it seemed I'd uncovered his weakness as he slowly paced over to me. He didn't say anything, he just sat down up against a tree.  I sat with him. After a long moment of silence, I finally said something. 

                      "Let me see it." I said as I got up on my knee's and hobbled over to him. 

                       Reluctantly, he rolled up his sleeve to reveal a horrible mass of blood and flesh. I felt my eyes widen and I put my hand over my mouth. Instantly I looked away. 

                     "What is that?" I asked, my voice wavering.

                     "That's a gunshot..." He said matter of factually. I was disgusted by his casual attitude. How could anyone be so dismissal about something like that? I was used to scraped knee's and maybe a broken bone or two, but this? This was uncanny. 

                      He sighed and leaned back. 

                     "I know it's bad. I've had it for a couple days." He said. 

                     "Why didn't you see a doctor?" I asked.

               "In case you haven't noticed there aren't too many doctors around here. Heck, there aren't even that many doctors alive any more." He said. His voice was, in this moment, a plummeting image of despair.  I sighed and rolled his sleeve back down. 

                      "I think it'll be okay." I said, trying to imitate some nurse the best I could. He situated himself and closed his eyes for a long while. When he opened them again, they were filled with the same sadness.

                       Than all at once, it started to rain. At first it was just a drizzle, but it picked up into an all out storm, it soaked us to the bone. I noticed him stand up, and walk over to the machine. 

                      "What are you doing?" I shouted and stood up. By now he had pulled open the door and walked inside.  I quickly ran in after him. Though it felt nice to be out of the rain, I was still terrified of doing anything else with this thing. What if it brought me somewhere else like a Nazi death camp, or the Dawn of the Jurassic Era? 

                       "I figured this thing of your's might come to some use..." He said and began to lie down right on the floor which I now noticed was a yellow tile. 

                        "No! We can't be in's not safe, something could happen! Just GET UP." I said. It took me a moment to realize he was blatantly ignoring me and had fallen asleep right on the floor.  Seeing him made me yawn and though I tried to fight it, I had been up for who knows how long. I decided on the notion this was all some crazy dream, and if I went to sleep here, I would wake up looking at the red letters of my alarm telling me I still had a few more hours of sleep. 

                        I got down on the floor as far from him as I could be, stretched out, and went to sleep. 


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