A/N - Here's the first part of the story I've been working on because I am not good at long stories that are over 3 or 5 thousand words and challenges... woohoo.
When I finish though (if I ever do) I'll probably do a lot of editing and rewriting (Is Wenton even a real name? and I just thought up the title now and I already know that its definitely gonna have to go)
Anyway, have fun!
“What are you doing?” asked the boy.
Wenton Giles looked up from where he had been fiddling with the screen of a small device wrapped around his wrist. “Where the hell did you come from?”
He was crouching in a dusty field. The yellow stalks of some kind of grass grazing his legs as the wind floated past at a casual rate. The sun glared down, brightening his surroundings whilst the odd streak of white cloud stretched across the blue sky above. It was not the sort of place you’d expect to suddenly find a little boy, miles away from any of sign of civilisation.
The boy shrugged. “Is it some sort of watch?” he asked again, pointing at the device.
Wenton rose to his full height and glanced around at the surrounding countryside. There was a path that wound its way through the expansive field, but it was fading from disuse, and nature had begun to creep over it and reclaim it as its own. He shoved his hand in his jacket pocket, hiding the device from view. “Don’t you have some sort of… adult?”
“You’re an adult.”
Wenton tried not to glare at the boy. “Yes, but isn’t their anyone here with you? You know, like a parent or something?”
The boy turned his head on his side as he thought for a moment. “There’s my grandma.”
“And, where is she?”
“Oh, she told me to go play outside,” said the boy with a pout. “She busted open the door, pointed in a random direction and said,” He scrunched up his face and put on a shrill voice that cracked and warbled, and upon hearing, several birds nesting in a close by took off in fright. “‘Now Cody, it’s time for you to go outside for a little adventure. Just walk that way until you meet some nice fellow who can bring you back home again. Good luck.’ And then she locked the door behind me.”
Wenton frowned and stared down at the boy. “Your grandma’s in a home, is she.”
The boy seemed confused by this. “Well, my home is her home, so yes?”
“Sounds like a great place,” said Wenton dryly.
Deciding that the boy would probably be no better off out here than with his lunatic grandmother, Wenton turned and strode away through the field. He pulled his hand out from his pocket and began inspecting the device around his wrist again. Upon the screen, illuminated numbers were ticking down.
And so on. Always ticking, but to what?
“I love my grandma,” the annoying voice cracked apart his concentration. The boy clearly had not understood what he had meant when he’d turned and tried to walk away, taking it instead as a sign that more pointless chatter was required. “She’s a bit weird at times, but very funny. I always like the stories that she comes and tells me when the shadow monster comes out from under my bed at night.”
Wenton didn’t say anything in response. Maybe that was the trick to making him go away?
“Do you like your watch thingy or is it just fun to watch?” the boy continued before giggling to Wenton’s dismay, “Do you like to watch your watch?”
Wenton shoved his hand in his pocket again. there was no point in trying to concentrate anymore when he had a walking, talking, annoying fly shouting at him.
The boy wandered lazily along beside him, trying to mimic his hunched over stalk through the grass, fists stuffed in pockets and all. “My name’s Cody, and I know how to spell it too. It’s C-O-D… uh, E?”
Wenton slid an eye over to him while Cody frowned and tried to sort the letters out in his head.
In the end he shrugged and returned to his annoying smile that twisted his face while his jaw continued to flap up and down. “I’m still better at spelling than Philip Taylor or Josh Brint at school, and I’m better at running than them too. Would you like to see?”
Wenton shook his head. “No.”
“Oh,” said Cody, his face for once falling. “well, I guess if I started to run, then you’d have to run, and maybe you’re just not very good at running.”
“Can you spell your name, what is it?” Cody asked, “I bet I could spell it. Did I tell you I was a good speller?”
“Wenton.” said Wenton.
Cody didn’t speak again before saying, “You have a cool name Mr. Wenton.”
“Thanks.” His voice tasted like a rotten lemon.
“Can I look at your watch thingy?”
Wenton stopped and turned to the boy, letting the glare that had been building up attack the boy at full force. “Listen, kid. How would you like to strike a deal?”
Cody looked up at him innocently, “a deal?”
“Yes,” said Wenton. Inside his jacket pockets, his fists clenched and unclenched; pushing against the fabric. “I do something for you and then you have to do something for me, simple enough.”
“Oh, ok.” Cody agreed. “Just don’t make me eat a bug or anything, because this one-time, Philip Tayl-”
Cody stared up at him with his lips pressed tightly closed, puffing out his cheeks.
Wenton closed his eyes. Inhale. Exhale. “I’ll let you look at my ‘watch’, and in return, you leave me alone. Sound good?”
Cody nodded rapidly, his face beginning to turn red.
Wenton grimaced and extended out his wrist with the device on it for the child’s inspection. Opening his mouth with a short gasp, Cody grabbed at his hand and began to poke at the small device’s screen with interest; all the while giving Wenton a running commentary of his latest findings.
“Why are the numbers moving?” Tap. Tap. “Is this the time or are you measuring something? What are you measuring?”
Perhaps this had been a mistake, thought Wenton. Cody was clinging so closely to his wrist now that there was no chance of moving his arm away without causing some sort of harm to the boy, intentional or otherwise.
“Can it do anything else?”
“it’s doing something now, is it supposed to do that?”
Scraggled hair the shade of wood left to fade in the sun, obscured Wenton’s view. His body was jerked away whilst Cody’s grasp prevented his arm from jerking with it. “Let go. Let go of me now.”
“What does, ‘Temporal gravitation coordinates transfiguring’ mean?” Cody looked up, allowing Wenton a clear view of the familiar flashing message.
Wenton’s eyes widened. Oh no, that wasn’t good. His already failing plan smashed to the ground like a no longer ‘grand’ piano.
“Kid, really, you have to let go,” He grabbed the boy’s hand and tried to pry his fingers away, but time was running out. Or, in more literal terms, it was spinning out of his control.
'Transfiguring complete.' The device flashed.
They fell backwards to the sky, and the ground rose up to follow them. Enveloping the two in a cluster of screaming light. Twist. Turn. Tumble.
Reality splayed out in its new form. The form of a door opening, swinging in a precise arc through the air to connect with Wenton’s nose.
Note: How Time Flies - Part 2 is the part 2 to this just in case there was any confusion. I'm trying to find a better name so I was just experimenting.