How To Build A Time Machine

Save me?

I wake up on a freezing stone floor. I sit up and that's when I realise I'm completely naked. I cover myself and I look around. I see a window and I call for my wings and I fly towards the light, I'd rather be seen naked than stay in there. I smell the fresh air but suddenly I am tugged back by my left ankle.

"Jade, stop or they'll realise what you are." I hear and look around. I see Ray sitting on the other side of a silver barred wall.

"Ray, are you ok?" I ask.

"Yeah, the smell of silver is messing with me but I'm ok." She says, I nod but I don't notice since I'm immune to silver now. I sit and lean on the cold wall as I try to cover myself again. Maybe I could transport? I close my eyes but everything looks cloudy, something is stopping me.

"Why did you go to the middle of the Forrest?" I ask.

"I don't know, I was drawn there, something told me to go there." She says. I hum and nod.

"At least they didn't see you, they were facing the other way." She says hinting that they don't know that I'm an angel, I'm glad she was discreet, they could be listening.

I nod again and I start thinking. Why has this happened? How is Michael and the pack. When can I see him again.

I look around the room. Ah! I found something. A small pipe in a crack of my wall. As I stare at it I see a slight green haze and it's getting stronger. My eyes widen.

"Ray! Don't breathe i-" I shout but, once again, darkness surrounds me.

In darkness I feel myself being dragged back to consciousness, forcefully, painfully. A burning in my chest. Brings me to earth and with a gasp I open my eyes and I catch my breath.

I can hardly see, I hear a bit of scurrying but not much. The difference now is that I am tied up. My arms are strapped above me with leather straps to a wooden plank that is attached to more wood. My legs are spread slightly and strapped as well. I am completely exposed and all I want is to be home.

My sense of smell kicks in and I faintly smell Michael.

"Michael?" I whisper and cough. I feel so ill, so weak and groggy.

A bright spotlight moves down until I see Michael strapped in the other side of the room, partly clothed.

"Ahh, she's wake." A screechy and nasally voice squeals and laughs. I bite my lip and hold back a growl.

"What do you want?" I ask angrily. Michael instantly wakes up, I hear him growl.

"A little birdie told me you were special. Rare." She says with an evil tone to her voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I spit at her. She laughs.

"Don't lie, I can smell it." She says and leans back and laughs. Behind her ear on the crook of her neck I see a symbol I've only read about in books.

"You're a witch." I say and she smirks at me.

"Ah, you're an observant girl aren't you." She says. I try to transport again. It doesn't work. I bite my lip.

"So what do you want? Why are we here?" I growl. She runs the riding crop over my body and I hear a loud snap. Michael has managed to snap the wood holding him back and he is running towards us.

The witch simply holds her hand up and Michael is on metal beams knocked out. I growl even louder, I know she didn't hurt him because I would have felt it.

"What do you want?" I ask, trying to remain calm.

"We are one of different kinds. You, an angel, sent by the moon goddess to protect and lighten. Me, a witch. Created to reflect what the world is. You see, what the story books don't tell you is that we witches are born human. We are brought up in a regular life in a normal place with random parents, we absorb the worlds energy, good or bad, and this world is bad Alex. It is full of hatred and war. People hate me, but in truth they made me this way. You have had bad in your life. Parents dying, awful pack, so much bad. This world owes you Alex. This world is rotting and you and I can help me destroy it. Destroy all the bad. Together we can thrive." She says. I bite my lip. I have seen some of the worst of this world, true. I sigh.

"But there is also so much good. I don't know what happened to you to hate this world so much but I know if it was anything like my experience you have good reasons to hate this world. But look, I have found happiness and you could use your power to make this world better. We could make it better." I say. "You were human once. I think there is some human left within you. Give this world another chance." I say. I see her black eyes glow for a second but it goes away quickly.

"No. This world treated me like crap. When I discovered I was a witch I developed things, like wings and beautiful marks. Much like you have. My people ripped off my marks and with them my powers. My wings were taken and I have never been able to fly. Now my only powers are control of objects and the few spells I memorised before my books were burnt. This world owes me and if you join me you will be repaid as well." She says and runs the riding crop over all of me making me angry.

"No." I say simply.

"I thought you'd say that." She sighed. "Well my power over objects also goes with people." She says and with a click of her fingers I'm chained to the floor in the same position with my wings stretched out.

"What are you doing?!" I ask as I try to hide my wings back into my back.

"I'm showing you what the world is truly like." She says and a sharp burning covers my right wing. I scream in pain and I manage to look behind me and she has poured weird cream on my wing. I watch as blobs of the cream fall of with my feathers.

"STOP, PLEASE STOP." I scream and tears run down my face. Suddenly a soothing feeling covers my wing and I catch my breath. I look up and I see the witch drink something from a vile. A black haze covers me and I am lifted high in the air. I retract my wings and I feel my body heat rise, probably to speed healing.

The black haze clears and I look down. The witch is ruining her nails up and down Michaels arm. I growl. That bitch.

Soon Michael wakes up and she coughs.

"Hey babe. She's gone. She won't be bothering us again." She says and I glare. What is she doing.

"Alex? Are you ok?" He asks. I gasp. She must have changed into me.

"Yes baby yes." She says and she unbuckles him. Michael kisses her and she kisses back.

"You seem different." He says.

"You're just a bit dizzy, but after that fight I've got a really sore back, do you mind?" She asks and turns around. Michael rubs her back and I clench the hands so hard.

I look at my hand and I see the promise ring. I smile and then I look back down through my ready eyes. Michael is kissing her neck and she lets out a moan. I wipe the tears away so I see more clearly and she runs her hand through his hair. Michael holds her hand and then pulls away.

"Where's your ring?" He asks.

"What ring?" She asks. He growls.

"You're not Alex, are you?" He asks. For a moment she looks shocked but then a door slams open and Ray runs in.

"GEORGE!" The witch shouts and I am taken away into darkness.