PS238 Room 8

Well, since having that lovely cafeteria date with Martha Jones, Tyler now knows just a bit more about this world than he did when he arrive. He knows that UNIT was created some time ago to combat aliens threats, the man who founded it being called 'The Brigadier' and that Martha joined UNIT because of a job offer right after medical school.

He's also learned that he's not to leave the base without an escort.

What Martha learned was the story that he's sticking to, and some minor details. Tyler was mostly raised by his uncle Ray, the mushroom samples were going for two different sorts of research, toxin and body enhancement. She's also learned that the contents of the sample case will be destroyed if someone tampers with the box.

She also got to see Tyler's reaction to being told he can't leave the base.

Which leads everyone to this current universe, planet, continent, time and location, with a bored and cabin-feverish young man staring up at the ceiling of the barracks and debating the worth od trying to escape using everything he has.

It's Friday morning, and right now...

The bags are packed, the extra money is in a special pocket, there's no one invading anytime soon, he has no real training, so it's a little unusual for Tyler to be in this house.

It's not the usual routine and it's great, and because in a few minutes the 'family' car pulls up into the garage and Ray will be coming to visit.

"...6:56..." The hard part was not bouncing off the walls while staring down the clock. Ray had to come exactly at 7 am.

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"Ray! it's 7!!" Tyler called through the open doorway, which had formerly been the broom closet. "Come on!"

April 14th
Original Rainmaker Site, exact location unknown, Iowa.
3:30 pm

Minutes later, after the children went in with Doctor Irons, the high-end family car pulled up to park by remote. Seconds later, Tyler got out, hiding behind the car door to peer up at the abandoned and heavily damaged former institution warily...

"I'm here."
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"So... now what?"

April 14th
Excelsior Public School, Kansas
10:35 am

As soon as the rain had stopped it was time to hang the flag back up again, and repeat the entire process.

It wasn't much better the second time around, and Tyler wondered for a moment if he could do this on his own. Then he could get out of social studies without Zodon pestering him.

"Back up it goes. I hope it doesn't rain again."

It's a cloudy, warm day on the playground.
Oh, little town in U.S.A
It would be a great day for playing, except no one's there.
The time has come to see
All the things you think you are
They're inside having class, right now, everyone else except for him.
But where were you when it all came down on me...
And one other person, the one he's running from.
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived.
All Tyler can feel is dread, dread and lost hope that the other guy chasing him would relearn what he knew before.
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds.
There isn't any sound as Charles Brigman teleports in front of his path, grinning and reaching out to grab him.
Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below
It's a bare and thin twist, he can feel the air as the bigger boy only just missed grabbing onto him.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough.
For what purpose, he doesn't know, all he knows is that he has to get away. To warn someone, the cops, Buzz Aldren, Will Smith, The Earth Defense League, ANYONE...
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town.
"You know, I have to thank you for this, Ty-de-bowl.." The voice came from farther away, and then someplace else nearby. "Thanks to you I found someone who's made me even better at this.."
They came in camouflaged, hidden behind dark glasses, and no one noticed them; they only saw shadows. You see, without the truth of the eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.
...Who could he mean... Tyler didn't have time to think, Charles spoke again close by. It registered too late that the bully's voice was too close by as the hand grabbed his arm and pulled it back hard, twisting and hurting it. There was no one there to scream to for help.
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home
"In fact...I think he'd like to see you again..."
Jump out from behind them, and shoot them in the head
He didn't have time to get free, the teleportation happened in an instant and he was thrown down onto a rocky solid ground hard enough to jar the air out of him. And painted on the ground in front of him was the familiar four-square grid...
Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead
= Hello there dear boy...a pleasure to meet you again= Came the metallic voice just on the other side of the grid.
The daaaance of the dead
No.
The daaaance of the dead
No, he knew that voice, he knew who it belonged to now, after his talks with the Rainmaker Students. After finding out about Lyle's history report. Tyler looked up from the ground into the aged face of the man, the origional Rainmaker project. His mouth felt dry as he tried talking to him. "Harold? It's me.."
In time, the Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable sincerity and beauty..
Harold Nelson's face was completely blank and staring at him passively, as if Tyler wasn't really..No. It was more like Harold wasn't really there, like the kid Tyler had travelled through time with was gone. = He won't hear you lad, really, Harold's gotten to be very good at hearing only what I tell him to..= The metal head, cradled in one of the man's arm chuckled. = It wasn't that hard to find our way back here, with no government officials looking for us anymore. I must say, though, I was most surprised at what else your school contained...=
By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest.
He wanted to run away, but where could he run to, there was nothing but that void surrounding the rock of challenge. Charles reappeared to the other side of Dr. Irons' head, grinning. = Our young friend, Mr. Brigman here was most helpful in getting us inside, once Harold properly helped him along. =
The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, it's rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
= But enough with pleasantries... Mr. Powers. =
Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls.
No.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain.
Harold's freehand came up, a new glow surrounding it.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
"No!" Tyler put up his hands to try and futily try and block the energy. "NO!!"
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the Monkey.
= Oh but yes my dear boy, I must make you an asset to my group... You won't have to worry, as long as you do what I want you to...you'll have no worries at all...=
For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for, they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep.
He felt that fire and pressure inside of his entire skeleton, pressing hardest inside of his head, like that halloween all over again, except amplified by Harold's power. "NO! STOP, PLEASE YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!!" He felt himself screaming.
Then there came a sound.
= HAROLD! STOP! STOP THIS INSTA- The voice was cut off as a much stronger, burning light broke from the youngest child present there, and Tyler could hear their screaming in his head as everything ripped loose...
Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in s-sP-SP-SPACE-CE-Ce-e...
He could hear all the worlds connected to the rock of challenge, he could hear the other hims in the distance and the sound of two voices laughing. The lords of Order and Chaos
There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then, nothing.
Tylers started screaming.
"From what I see of your mind...you may be the most powerful Tyler of us all..."

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He woke up screaming.
Hush little baby, don't say a word
And nevermind that noise you heard
It took him a moment to realize he was in his room at Milliways.
It's just the beast under your bed,
in your closet, in your heeaaad

A few minutes later, the room was empty, plush autobot, lightsaber and pet raptor taken downstairs. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets. There would be no more sleep in here tonight.

Date: Feburary 5th 2006.

"Why the FLY-FISHING are we participating in this consumeristic nonsense?"

"Aww...are you upset no one's sent you any valentines yet?"

Tyler only half-listened to Suzi and Zodon bantering back and forth about the holiday coming up. Every kid in both halves of the school was getting excited about it. They were too busy discussing to notice the slip of folded lavender paper that fell from Tyler's above-ground locker. Looking back at the two kids arguing he purposefully knocked over a couple of notebooks and slid the paper in with his other things. He'd read it later, in the privacy of his own room.

The one he has at Milliways.

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Tyler stared at the box sitting in front of him on the bed. There was nothing spectactularly interesting about it...except that it contained the remains of the super-armor his parents had made him wear on his first day. And the fact that he had to put it on very soon.

Preferably, if the PA system buzzer was anything to go by...with in the next ten minutes.

Ten minutes before the parents started coming in for their teacher conferences.

In those next minutes his parents were going to be coming for their monthly visit...and then all of the same questions would be asked.

Again.

"I cannot wait to graduate school."

Somehow, despite, or maybe because of his own fear at being trapped in this time and place, Tyler managed to fall asleep on the cot of Cell #18 last night, curled up with his backpack for a pillow.

Jake and Sully haven't noticed who else is in the cells farther down, by now having awakened with the groans of people who have very bad headaches and a desire to consume a lot of asprin.

It's 8 am...and all's quiet for now.

Tyler jolted, jumping up at the sudden touch of someone's hand on his shoulder as Enzo was inside the tree house. He fell forward, face first into a puddle of grim and slush, and got up coughing to look back at what had grabbed him when he saw his surroundings.

He wasn't near the treefort anymore.

I'm pretty sure I'm not in Milliways anymore... Tyler thought as he looked around, wiping the muck off of his clothes. He was in some kind of back alley, between two old brick and wood buildings with a bunch of junk, paper and debris collected in the corners. Pretty sure this isn't Kansas either.

There were voices, people talking outside of the alleyway, he could hear them, but not make out what they were saying.

I bet I've fallen into the past. AGAIN. Tyler thought to himself creeping up towards the voices slowly to see if they were friendly.