The Time Killer

Prologue       When I began this, I promised myself I would write as complete and entertaining a lie as possible. After finishing, I believed I had carried out this promise. However, the company that would eventually print this insisted that I needed to include other details. They wanted the truth.      I have never let something like the truth stand in the way of a good story.       That means that in the following story some of the lies are true. Alternatively it means that several of the lies are true.      You figure it out.*                                          *                                     *       

      The next morning, technically the next afternoon, I awoke. The only thing about the previous twelve hours was the Willis’ deaths and the visit from the space guy.       Digging in my shirt pocket, I retrieved it. It was roughly five inches square, although it seemed to have no controls on it. I was about to drop it back into my shirt when it seemed to come on.       At what I would become familiar with, the video began with the location and year of the occurring event.                                                                      &nbs

                                                                                       Domi-ium, First Cycle Past 9F       “They call him the Time Killer. My brother.”       In order to fully document the battle between Ian and his brother, Chan-Man had given me access to the Domi-ium files. At least as much as I needed. I never went to his planet. This was my first visit to his ship.       “This ship is an ATOM 214. He has a new model, the 214s.” he told me on my

                                                                       Domi-ium                                                              Second Cycle Past 456       When they were growing up, the two Gra brothers had been forced to spend a lot of time together. According to Domi-ium society, the mothe

                                                                 Vintem Hill, Rio de Janeiro, August 20, 1966       Today was a great day for Carlos. Today was his eighteenth birthday. He had taken the afternoon off and was flying his new kite on this summer afternoon. The teenager walked slowly, watching his kite rise and fall gently with the gentle breeze. As he got to the top of one of the hills, Carlos saw what he thought were two sunbathers. As he got closer, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.       The shock of seeing two dead bodies saw him involuntarily releasing his kite, followed by vomiti