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Subject: {ASSM} (New) Dawn of Time [022/157] (MF+, bond, control) {Crimson Dragon}
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Author's Shortened Preface:
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In the interests of reducing bandwidth the full preface is now 
available at:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www

I would encourage you to read it at least once. If you ignore
the full preface and end up offended, you have nobody to blame but
yourself. Caveat emptor. The really important bits:

This is a work of erotic fiction. As such there may be scenes with
nudity, sex, and even questionable non-consensual bondage. If you
are a minor, or you are irresponsible at any age, you shouldn't be
reading this -- find somewhere else to play. I won't be offended.
If you are looking for a quick stroke story, this probably isn't
it. For a piece of writing of 157 chapters, there is remarkably
little sex. You've been warned. Twice.

This is an original work, copyrighted by the author, Crimson Dragon.
Please do not use it as if it were your own. Enjoy the writing, but
do not archive or sell it in any manner without my written
permission. I'm easy to contact if you wish to redistribute my
words.

Lastly, I thoroughly enjoy hearing from people reading any of my
stories. Feel free to contact me with raves, rants, encouragement or
dissertation (note the lack of invitation for spam). I do try to
reply to all who are kind enough to drop me a note.

Now, if you are still with me, onto the story,
 - Crimson
   (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Crimson_Dragon/www

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Dawn of Time - Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

Chapter 22

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(C) Copyright 2002 - All Rights Reserved

Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

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He almost walked past Home Hardware, but returned to gaze at the
store with a pang and a sense of loss. He missed her. Silly, silly,
man. He slipped past the old man, past the dead entrance chime to
stand by the cash. The pack weighed heavily in his hand.

He slipped the blue pack, with its exotic contents, over his
shoulders, the same as the girl had been forced to do at the end of
her ordeal.

She stood examining her nails, the black nail polish unchipped and
pristine. He leaned over the counter.

Her feet were encased in her Keds again, toe ring hidden beneath
canvas. Her black makeup and her hair, unmussed, her nipples
unscathed by the clothespins that resided within the pack now
resting on his shoulders.

"No," he whispered.

He glanced back at her as he walked slowly away.

He couldn't take her with him. Not Kelly. She wasn't right. He hoped
that by some miracle that she'd ease herself out of her darkness and
become the beautiful girl that he had come to know, however briefly.

"See ya, Kelly," he said as he began to walk towards the end of the
mall. He ignored the people around him, except to dodge around their
frozen forms.

As he moved away from the store, his step became lighter, and more
springy.

The sunlight nearly blinded him as he stepped through the mall
entrance and around a mother pushing her infant in a stroller. He
glanced at her, noticed that she was pretty, her golden hair
glistening in the sun. She had lost her pregnancy weight, and would
be able to carry the weight of the pack. Plus, he had an automatic
bargaining chip. The infant.

He shook his head.

No. He wouldn't do that again. Even outside of time.

He shrugged the pack back up onto his shoulders and pulled at the
straps, loosening them. Kelly had been much smaller than he.

Smiling at the silence, he picked his way across the parking lot,
unsure of where he was going.

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Kresner Collegiate stood back from the main road, a driveway winding
its way back towards the front entrance. The location was private,
and probably not noisy for the students despite the main parkway
leading to it.

The front yard was lined with oak trees, and it looked like the back
field might border onto the bluffs surrounding the lake beyond.

He stopped, his feet aching.

Unconcerned, he sat in the middle of the road, slipping the backpack
from his shoulders, and laying it on the blacktop beside him.

Couldn't stop now.

He looked towards the low building that made up the school. His
feet protested the thought of walking further.

A BMW, in another life, might have run him down, if he'd released
it. A black youth, in a headscarf, was piloting the car. The Timeman
smiled, imagining the driver's surprise if he extended that time
bubble into the car.

He considered boosting the car, hefting the gun in his hand as he
did so. Shaking his head, he sighed. He must be tired. Car-jacking a
moving car, even with time on his side would be difficult. Easier to
get car keys from a teacher in the school and take her car.

Slowly, he rose to his feet. They complained; he had walked a long
way to get here, and he still didn't know where he was going. But he
had time. Yes, he had time. If he had to, he'd find a couch in the
teacher's lounge and catnap. Every blink drove graininess further
into his retinae.

He picked up the bag, swinging it by his thigh as he made his way up
towards the school.

                         <---===***===--->

Her red hair caught his attention. She wasn't completely hidden by
the tree, her hair caught fluttering in the now non-existent breeze.

His feet disturbed old brown leaves, left over from autumn. They
crackled as he left the drive and made his way over the grass.

She sat cross-legged under the tree, an expression of melancholy
upon her features. She was young, probably seventeen, maybe
eighteen, and her body had the firmness of youth. Her face was
stunning, not too much makeup, but some, her red hair framing her
features in unrestricted waves.

He lowered the pack to the ground, sitting down in front of her. The
girl was concentrating on something in her fingers, a leaf, bits of
the leaf scattered over her crossed legs and ankles. She wore a
skirt, carefully tucked down, the folds maddeningly teasing.

Her facial features reminded him, a little, of Kelly, after he'd
made her remove her black makeup.

He wondered why she was sad, her eyes and posture revealing her
mood.

He debated for a few minutes, but decided that she needed to come
alive. He slipped the gun from his waistband, placing it behind him.
He didn't want to frighten her. At least, not right away.

The transition was sharp, and she wasn't immediately aware of his
presence. She slowly tore another strip from the leaf in her hand,
the brittle substance crackling quietly in the silence.

Perhaps it was the silence, perhaps she sensed him. She looked up,
her eyes widening in surprise.

                         <---===***===--->

Kate caught the cry of surprise that had formed unbidden in her
throat. Her heart began to hammer in her chest as adrenaline rushed
into her veins. He looked tired, but she hadn't heard him approach.

Something else was strange, but she couldn't place it. Something out
of place, something not quite normal.

"Can I help you?"

Her voice emerged without a waver, strong and sure of herself.

He answered pleasantly enough.

"I'm not sure."

"Where did you come from?" she asked. She still didn't understand
how he had approached without her knowing. She must have been
concentrating on the leaf and Darren far more than she was willing
to admit.

He smiled, though she didn't really trust the smile.

"I came down the driveway. I'm kind of lost."

Kate waved towards the school. "That's Kresner Collegiate. Where
are you headed?"

He hesitated for a moment, thinking about something.

"I think that's where I should be."

It was an odd way of phrasing it. The girl crumpled up the last of
the leaf in her hand, scattered it, and pushed herself off the
ground. His eyes followed her.

"I have to get back to class," she said.

He remained seated. The imprint of her body remained in the grass in
front of him. He looked up.

"What's your name?" he asked simply.

As she stood, she could see a whisper of chrome peeking out from
behind where he was sitting. His hand stole around behind him,
covering it. Unease settled through her.

"I really have to get to class."

She began to walk away. After a few steps, she collided with
something invisible, but something very solid. If she'd been moving
any faster, she might have hurt herself.

"What?" she exclaimed.

He heard him laugh gently behind her. Her fingers explored the air
in front of her. About five centimetres in front of her nose, her
fingers impacted with the air, as if it had been turned into
transparent concrete.

She whirled, confused, the question dying on her lips.

Her eyes fell immediately to the gun. It wasn't pointed at her, but
she had no doubt that it could. He remained seated.

"I asked what your name was," he said quietly. The menace was
palpable.

"I'll scream," she said flatly. Her heart hammered in her chest, a
mixture of fear and faintness.

"It won't do you any good," he said with a grin.

She was suddenly sure of it. Her eyes travelled towards the main
road. A BMW stood in the middle of the road, rooted to the spot as
if made of ice. It could have been stalled, but she doubted it.
Highly. Her mind began to notice the other little things. The
complete silence, the lack of wind, the leaves of the trees still
against the slightest breeze.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice wavering. She struggled for
control of it.

His answer frightened her more than the sight of the gun.

"You, I think."


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