Running out of Time 6

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Ketchup punched a nearby tree and it launched into the sky, but as if pulled back by rubber bands, the tree fell back into its spot. “Is that what you are thinking about? Your dumb brain sees all of this.” Ketchup motioned to the broken world surrounding them. “And you honestly wonder how I am keeping muscle mass. Does that seem like it matters anymore?”

            I looked around at the messed up world. “Seems like a fair question from my perspective.” Ketchup punched me square in the nose, just like Anthony had.

            “Everything is at stake. What is making you act like this is nothing?”

            “Does time travel just make you an asshole?” I asked as I rubbed my nose.

            “Do you realize how bad this is? You are going to die!” Ketchup put her head into her hands, while rubbing her eyebrows. It was then that I realized she was wearing the shoes, and they were stained with blood. I had just seen my future self, and his shoes had not been stained with blood. That meant something happened to me directly after that.

            “What happened to me? Where did I go?” I asked.

            Ketchup stood, and the chair floated into the sky, back to where it had come from. “I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I want to hold onto the future, and I can’t do that while you are here. Don’t come back.” She stumbled forward and continued up the sidewalk into the tree. I had no choice but to follow her. She was the only thing that could give me answers. If I was going to die, then I wanted to know how. Really, who wouldn’t want to know how they die, except for mostly everyone.

            “Wait!” I screamed. I hesitantly stepped onto the vertical strip of sidewalk and slowly made my way up the tree. The sidewalk continued into the sky, giving me strange feeling like my stomach was trying to crawl up my throat.

            “I said I don’t want to talk to you,” she said as she vanished into the sky. She moved between two fluffy clouds like they were saloon doors. It was strange because when I looked down, it looked like I had only moved thirty feet into the sky. As I moved through the wispy doors, she vanished even further, almost swallowed by the orangeness.

            My immediate thought was to run after her. As my feet moved under me, the sky turned from sky burnt orange to sky blue. The sun, which had been chasing the moon haphazardly around the horizon, situated itself directly above me, becoming fixed in one place. Then before I knew it, the side disintegrated under my feet.