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(Note: this story not indicative of any other story in the collection.)
 

Thank You for the Story

 
Summary: Their efforts cleaning up timelines has nearly ended…
Length: very short
Type: heartfelt, sci-fi
Warnings: violence, death
 
“Thank you for the story, it was nice,” Eve “Flinch” Flinchette said as she sat on the floor with her back against the wall.
    “It’s all true, I swear,” Leyton Stone said, standing several feet in front of her.
    “I know. I know it is.” She glanced down at the gun in Stone’s hand, but only for a moment. “Guess there’s only one more thing to do.”
    “Flinch…”
    “No, don’t, let’s just get this over with.”
    He raised the gun up, aiming at her forehead. He inched forward a couple of steps just to make sure he didn’t miss. For her. “If there was any other way…”
    “Don’t be a pussy about it. Just do it.”
    The situation was weirder for him than for her, it seemed. Killing someone he had been so close to, sort of. Yet it wasn’t murder, it was just business. They both knew that. It was the mission. They were both doing what had to be done. There wasn’t fear, either. There was no chance of getting in trouble; they were in a small abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. No one would ever know.
    He pulled the trigger.
    Flinch let out a tiny gasp as her head rolled back then off to the side, her expressionless face now frozen that way forever.
    Stone looked at the gun, now useless, and tossed it off to the right.
    He looked back at Flinch and sighed. With some effort, he picked her up, carried her several steps to his left, and laid her gently on the pile, trying not to make eye contact with any of the other corpses.
    He stood there a moment, knowing that each passing second increased the likelihood that his mission, no, their mission, was truly over. He looked back at the door, the only way in or out, and it was still shut. He retrieved the gas canister next to it. It somehow felt heavier than Flinch had. Maybe it was psychological. The canister didn’t look like it should be that heavy and that threw him off. Or maybe it was just the relief of finally, amazingly being done with it all. He lugged it over to the pile, set it down, and popped open the lid.
    Then he heard the door.
    “Flinch,” he said.
    “Hey, Stone.”
    He straightened up and looked at her. Her hair was in a ponytail and she wore a gray sweatshirt and jeans. The Flinch he’d just killed had her hair down and wore a white shirt and black pants.
    He pointed toward the gas. “I was just about to…”
    Flinch shook her head. “It’s okay, I’ll get it.”
    “Damn it,” he said as he sat down where the other Flinch had breathed her last. “I thought I was the end. You’re a little late. Each iteration comes about sixty-three seconds after the previous.”
“I know, and I’m really sorry, but there’s a good reason.”
    He looked up at her. “You’re the end.”
    She nodded. “HQ called to confirm, slowing me down a bit.”
    “Well, that is good news.”
    She looked at the pile of bodies. “So many Stones and Flinches.”
    “And each one bringing us just that much closer to the original timeline, undoing all the damage.”
    “I can’t believe it worked. We’ll be the last time travelers in history.”
    “You’ll be the last.” He looked at her gun. “Just the one bullet left?”
    “Yep.”
    “Amazing how it always works out that way, isn’t it?” He pointed at the Flinch he’d put on the pile.         “She chased another Stone all across time and space, I chased her all across different time and space, and you chased me. And every time, it came down to one bullet and sixty-three seconds — or so — and this room.”
    “It really is.”
    “Were we lovers?”
    She’d been avoiding eye contact for a while, but she looked at him then. She smiled. “You know we were. We had some amazing times.” Her eyes grew slightly wider as the idea came to her. “Would you like me to tell you the whole story?”
    He nodded. “That’d be nice.”

Happy Reading!
-Darren