Time Tied: A Time Travel TUG Story (Various FMs/FMs)
Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2022 6:34 am
Chapter I: Time Tied(MM/MMFF)
I was woken with a splash of cold water. "Wake up, your execution is about to begin." I was shivering due to the water and gave the person a nasty look. The Angry Roman guard didn't appreciate my expression and pulled me up. "I'll make sure to make your binds especially uncomfortable.
Another guard came to assist and pinned my arms behind my back, as the Angry guard began to wind rope rightly around my wrists. "He's secured, move him out." The Angry guard said giving me a small push causing me to stumble onto the sand covered ground. I gritted my teeth in anger but got back on my feet and walked out of my prison cell.
The other guard guided me through the dark tunnels until we reached another prison cell. Inside was Angela, she was wearing a similar dirty white toga to me and was also barefoot. I noticed sand was in her usually luxurious red hair and felt kind of bad, why did she have to get involved with this ?
The guard prepared a pail of water to wake her but I yelled "ANGELA!" and she woke quickly. "Will ? What's happening ?" She panicked and began to cry as the guard opened her cell and began to tie her wrists like mine. "Angela, it's all going to be ok." I said trying to comfort her, though even I was doubting my words. Angela walked next to me, as the guard gestured us forward.
Soon we came to a stop in the middle of the tunnel where Xavier and Macey were also tied. Their guard said "Now that they're all here." The two guards walked us four towards the end of the tunnel which was illuminated by daylight. As we got closer, the sound of cheers echoed through the tunnel. I turned to Angela who was silently crying, I managed to get one of my bound hands to comfort her. I gave her a look of optimism, which I had to feign.
Once we reached the end, the light overwhelmed my eyes, but when I finally adjusted I was in awe at the massive arena of the Colosseum. Thousands of people were cheering as we exited the tunnel gate. I noticed four pillars in the middle of the arena and paused, realizing the fate we were about to endure. The one guard pushed me along as we all walked towards the pillars.
My bare soles on the hot sand was slightly uncomfortable along with the tightness of the bindings. The array of boos and jeers from the crowd was overwhelming. All of us were positioned by each pillar. They forced me onto the pillar and began to secure me with rope that tied around my arms and the pillar. Suddenly a loud voice spoke:
"MY FINE PEOPLE, WATCH ON AS OUR PRISONERS FIGHT OFF THE FEARSOME LION!!!!"
Cheers roared across the arena as the lion stepped out from the dark gated tunnel. I scrunched my toes into the warm sand as I wriggled at the binds which secured me to the pillar. I looked to my right and saw Macey and Angela tied to pillars too, both of them were beyond terrified. To my left was Xavier who was struggling at his binds too.
"LET THE ENTERTAINMENT BEGIN!!!!!"
I looked up at saw Mr. Kronos standing in an emperor's garb. He sneered down towards us, I gave him an angry glare back but primal roar drew my attention back to the lion, who seemed to be making its way towards us.
I gulped and thought "This is how it ends."
ONE WEEK EARLIER
"It's literally the first week of school, why is there already posters for homecoming ?" I asked examining the poorly designed "Eastwoods High Homecoming Dance" in a sickly purple and orange color combo. Angela shrugged her shoulders. "Guess some people are already thinking about dates ?"
I scoffed. She turned to me and shot me a glare. "I'm sorry you don't find it romantic, Mr. No Love Life." I chuckled. "I don't have time for a love life right now, besides you don't have much going on either." She punched my arm. "Not true. Remember Shane from last year, we had something. He even gave me a nickname. It was Stinky."
"Are you sure it was nickname and not an insult ?" She sighed. "I mean it could've been about my feet, but he said it very sweetly." She said wiggling her toes in her flip flops. "You do have some stinky feet." She gasped jokingly. "Besides didn't Shane ghost you."
She sighed. "Yeah, now he's a pothead." We walked down the hallway towards our homeroom. "Speaking of stinky feet, are you excited for the ritual ?" I rolled my eyes. "Please, Larry has been talking to me about non stop this week." She smiled. "Well, it's senior year and they want a successful football season."
I understood but always hated the fact that I am a key part of the ritual. Ok, so here's the whole deal. In seventh grade, Larry Morris tied me up in front of the football team and cheerleaders, he made me smell the football players dirty socks and kiss the cheerleaders sweaty feet, because he was a jerk to me then. However that season we were undefeated. The next year he did the same thing sans the tying me up and we lost every game. So being the superstitious buffoon he was, he figured the winning streak only happened if I was tied up too. So Freshman year, tied me up, sniffed the football players socks and kissed the cheerleaders feet, we won. Sophomore year same thing, we won. Junior year, same again. I admit it was kind of cool that I was like a lucky charm, but the process was always well, kind of stinky.
"So how's the job going ?" She asked. "Pretty good, we're almost done whatever it is we're making." She paused. "You still don't know, I mean you've been working nearly every day all summer." I shrugged. "I don't know, Dr. Wilson, is keeping his project secret. I mean he pays pretty good, so I'm perfectly fine not knowing."
"Yo Will, my man." I looked forward to see Larry nearly galloping towards me. Honestly I think he thought we were closer than we actually are, since he always seemed to treat me like his best friend. I mean I don't mind the guy in small moderation, he actually got nicer after seventh grade, but his airhead nature always got on my nerves a little.
Angela laughed as the blond haired jock lifted me in a bearhug. "Hey, Larry. Could you let go of me please ?" He lowered me and laughed. "Tonight, football field, the ritual, 6 p.m. sharp. Our Senior year is gonna be great!!!" He than ran down the hallway. "Well he's definitely excited." I sighed. "Mr. Wilson wants me to help him at 8 tonight, wish he needed me earlier. "Oh, relax. It's only an hour, besides I guarantee my feet smell worse than any of those football players." She was clearly joking, but she was also right. The bell rang and I realized 6 p.m. wasn't that long away.
To Be Continued....
I was woken with a splash of cold water. "Wake up, your execution is about to begin." I was shivering due to the water and gave the person a nasty look. The Angry Roman guard didn't appreciate my expression and pulled me up. "I'll make sure to make your binds especially uncomfortable.
Another guard came to assist and pinned my arms behind my back, as the Angry guard began to wind rope rightly around my wrists. "He's secured, move him out." The Angry guard said giving me a small push causing me to stumble onto the sand covered ground. I gritted my teeth in anger but got back on my feet and walked out of my prison cell.
The other guard guided me through the dark tunnels until we reached another prison cell. Inside was Angela, she was wearing a similar dirty white toga to me and was also barefoot. I noticed sand was in her usually luxurious red hair and felt kind of bad, why did she have to get involved with this ?
The guard prepared a pail of water to wake her but I yelled "ANGELA!" and she woke quickly. "Will ? What's happening ?" She panicked and began to cry as the guard opened her cell and began to tie her wrists like mine. "Angela, it's all going to be ok." I said trying to comfort her, though even I was doubting my words. Angela walked next to me, as the guard gestured us forward.
Soon we came to a stop in the middle of the tunnel where Xavier and Macey were also tied. Their guard said "Now that they're all here." The two guards walked us four towards the end of the tunnel which was illuminated by daylight. As we got closer, the sound of cheers echoed through the tunnel. I turned to Angela who was silently crying, I managed to get one of my bound hands to comfort her. I gave her a look of optimism, which I had to feign.
Once we reached the end, the light overwhelmed my eyes, but when I finally adjusted I was in awe at the massive arena of the Colosseum. Thousands of people were cheering as we exited the tunnel gate. I noticed four pillars in the middle of the arena and paused, realizing the fate we were about to endure. The one guard pushed me along as we all walked towards the pillars.
My bare soles on the hot sand was slightly uncomfortable along with the tightness of the bindings. The array of boos and jeers from the crowd was overwhelming. All of us were positioned by each pillar. They forced me onto the pillar and began to secure me with rope that tied around my arms and the pillar. Suddenly a loud voice spoke:
"MY FINE PEOPLE, WATCH ON AS OUR PRISONERS FIGHT OFF THE FEARSOME LION!!!!"
Cheers roared across the arena as the lion stepped out from the dark gated tunnel. I scrunched my toes into the warm sand as I wriggled at the binds which secured me to the pillar. I looked to my right and saw Macey and Angela tied to pillars too, both of them were beyond terrified. To my left was Xavier who was struggling at his binds too.
"LET THE ENTERTAINMENT BEGIN!!!!!"
I looked up at saw Mr. Kronos standing in an emperor's garb. He sneered down towards us, I gave him an angry glare back but primal roar drew my attention back to the lion, who seemed to be making its way towards us.
I gulped and thought "This is how it ends."
ONE WEEK EARLIER
"It's literally the first week of school, why is there already posters for homecoming ?" I asked examining the poorly designed "Eastwoods High Homecoming Dance" in a sickly purple and orange color combo. Angela shrugged her shoulders. "Guess some people are already thinking about dates ?"
I scoffed. She turned to me and shot me a glare. "I'm sorry you don't find it romantic, Mr. No Love Life." I chuckled. "I don't have time for a love life right now, besides you don't have much going on either." She punched my arm. "Not true. Remember Shane from last year, we had something. He even gave me a nickname. It was Stinky."
"Are you sure it was nickname and not an insult ?" She sighed. "I mean it could've been about my feet, but he said it very sweetly." She said wiggling her toes in her flip flops. "You do have some stinky feet." She gasped jokingly. "Besides didn't Shane ghost you."
She sighed. "Yeah, now he's a pothead." We walked down the hallway towards our homeroom. "Speaking of stinky feet, are you excited for the ritual ?" I rolled my eyes. "Please, Larry has been talking to me about non stop this week." She smiled. "Well, it's senior year and they want a successful football season."
I understood but always hated the fact that I am a key part of the ritual. Ok, so here's the whole deal. In seventh grade, Larry Morris tied me up in front of the football team and cheerleaders, he made me smell the football players dirty socks and kiss the cheerleaders sweaty feet, because he was a jerk to me then. However that season we were undefeated. The next year he did the same thing sans the tying me up and we lost every game. So being the superstitious buffoon he was, he figured the winning streak only happened if I was tied up too. So Freshman year, tied me up, sniffed the football players socks and kissed the cheerleaders feet, we won. Sophomore year same thing, we won. Junior year, same again. I admit it was kind of cool that I was like a lucky charm, but the process was always well, kind of stinky.
"So how's the job going ?" She asked. "Pretty good, we're almost done whatever it is we're making." She paused. "You still don't know, I mean you've been working nearly every day all summer." I shrugged. "I don't know, Dr. Wilson, is keeping his project secret. I mean he pays pretty good, so I'm perfectly fine not knowing."
"Yo Will, my man." I looked forward to see Larry nearly galloping towards me. Honestly I think he thought we were closer than we actually are, since he always seemed to treat me like his best friend. I mean I don't mind the guy in small moderation, he actually got nicer after seventh grade, but his airhead nature always got on my nerves a little.
Angela laughed as the blond haired jock lifted me in a bearhug. "Hey, Larry. Could you let go of me please ?" He lowered me and laughed. "Tonight, football field, the ritual, 6 p.m. sharp. Our Senior year is gonna be great!!!" He than ran down the hallway. "Well he's definitely excited." I sighed. "Mr. Wilson wants me to help him at 8 tonight, wish he needed me earlier. "Oh, relax. It's only an hour, besides I guarantee my feet smell worse than any of those football players." She was clearly joking, but she was also right. The bell rang and I realized 6 p.m. wasn't that long away.
To Be Continued....