by Danny
Danny Hearn:
Handcuffs. And guards. Just great. Handcuffs and guards.
To elaborate... I'm sitting on a steel chair. My arms are handcuffed behind it. My legs are handcuffed to the chair's legs (or "footcuffed"). Two guards with antique -- but still rather scary -- guns are watching me at all times.
This kinda sucks.
I'm going to slip into past tense, for just a moment.
I had gone back to sleep after I'd gotten up to check on my midnight brain surgery. I woke up sometime around dawn to the feeling of a hand clamped down on my mouth and a needle injected into my arm. I think there were three men dressed in black in my caravan.
I detest invasions of privacy. That's something I've noticed about this time. People are less... private. More open... and... "touchy-feely." But anyway... I woke up. Three men injected me with some sort of tranquilizer. I blacked out.
I woke up here, cuffed to the chair. A man in front of me introduced himself as Bobowsky. I recognized him as the man who had his hand over my mouth. Probably not the best first impression for either of us. Bobowsky was trying to explain something to me.
"You see, Danny... may I call you Danny?" He didn't wait for an answer before continuing. "You see, Danny... you're what the guys in the lab coats call a 'chronal anomaly.' Rumour has it that you're from the future. And that spells bad news for the fragile fabric of space-time. Now, our head scientist, Dr. Quantos, he thinks he can fix you. But until then, you're staying right here."
Then Bobowsky got up, patted me on the head, and left. The two guards stayed behind. And then I started having a flashback.
...And that about brings us back to the present tense.
So I'm here, in this chair. I can escape from this. I have superpowers. I just need to think of something.