Ms. Timeless

Chapter 3
The Timeless Wonder is Born

Charter 2:

The Timeless Wonder is born

This is ridiculous, Michael thought in mild frustration. I know was never in the best shape, but I was never this bad!

It has almost be two minutes since Michael had left his father’s side to fulfill his orders and triggered the silent alarm. But since then, he found himself out of breath almost every 30 seconds, which is just weird. He had long since timed his the distance from the front entrance to the security office. It would take about a minute and a half to reach the office for someone who knows the route, maybe longer, depending on the crowd. But this was just plain pathetic. But then again, he has been taking many detours, through various part of the mall, so not to get caught easily.

What’s wrong with me? Michael asked himself curiously. Even since that accident, this morning, I have been having dizzy spells and other problems like crazy.

Suddenly Michael heard a scream and looked behind his shoulder. He could see some thugs, coming up fast. Using some panicking mall goers as cover, he managed to avoid the thugs. He then shot around a surround pillar to further his escape.

If I didn’t know this mall like my own home, I would have probably have been caught by now, Michael thought in relief.

Keeping close to the shadows, he continued to the security office. He used his knowledge of his surroundings to continue to avoid the thugs, like a game of cat and mouse. But during this time, he came to a realization. These thugs were stupid, like movie stupid. He would hide behind things like display dummies and even hiding the display racks that some stores had at their entrances. He didn’t actually expect those tricks to works. But much to his surprise, they didn’t even bother to check them. But he wasn’t complaining.

Michael had gone around the around lower levels of the mall to avoid capture, but he finally found himself at the security office. Much to his surprise, he found the hall almost completely empty. There was only one thug, guarding the hall. He had avoided the slightly overweight man, by ducking into a nearby utility closet. Again he was amazed when the guard walked by the closet, without even checking it.

Cracking the door opened, he watched as the guard rounded corner. Figuring this was his chance, he swing opened the door, making sure not to let it slam against anything and made a mad dash to the office. He threw it opened and hurried in, closing the door just as the guard came into view. Michael held his breath as he listened to the guard’s footsteps. He grabbed the nearby coat rack, and held it tight to his chest. He sighed in relief when he heard him walking the office.

“Okay, it’s official. These guys must be movie rejects,” he whispered in dry sarcasm.

He set the rack down gently as he hurried to desk. He leaned against the desk as he searched under it. Suddenly, another attack hit. This was the worse by far. He could feel his entire body going numb and pain erupted in his member. He chest also felt like it was tightening so much, that he couldn’t breath. He could feel himself giving into the darkness of unconsciousness.

“Can’t...stop,” he said through glinted teeth.

He suddenly felt his hand brace against something. With his remaining strength, he pressed it, praying that this was the thing he was seeking. He gave into the darkness a second later, gladly welcoming it as he fell onto the desk.

(...)

As Michael fought hard to claw his way out of the blackness of unconsciousness, he thought he felt something against of his cheeks. Rather it was a dream or really happening, he knew he felt something cool against his burning cheeks.

“It’s seem we have a would-be hero, not like I haven’t see many those before,” a voice, completely void of all emotions, said.

As Michael continue his battle to consciousness, he felt the cooling feeling, lifting from his cheek. He managed to open his eyes slightly and looked at the person with him, but he couldn’t focus them enough to make out who was with him.

“But it doesn’t matter, he has done my job for me, and I don’t feel like wasting my time with another whip,” the voice said emotionlessly.

Michael then heard footsteps, walking away from him. He heard the sound of a door opening and more footsteps before the darkness overtook him again. He closed his eyes and let peaceful sleep welcome him.

How much time pass since he lost woke, was something Michael didn’t know. He moaned lightly as he slowly got into a sitting position. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs. As he become more awoke, he thought back to early. A quick scan confirmed that he was still in the security office. But strange thing was, he was on the floor. He clearly remembered fainting on the desk. He must had fallen off, that had to be it.

“Was it a dream, or was there really someone here?” he asked himself curiously.

As his mind snapped into full awareness, he suddenly remembered why he was here in the first place. He scrambled under the desk. A faint smile grace his lips when he saw the flashing, red light that told him that he did indeed trigger the silent alarm.

As he stepped out, from under the desk, he wondered had much time he was out? He spied a clock on one of the security monitor. He nearly screamed when he learned how long he has been unconscious.

Thirty minutes?! I have been out that long?! The young man screamed in his head.

Though, he was shaken by this, he didn’t allow it to get to him. He had trained himself to well to be shock by things like this. Still, he was starting to get worried. Was there’s something seriously wrong with him?

If I get out of this, I’m going straight to the doctors, He thought calmly.

He stood there for a few minutes, figuring out his next course of action. He knew he couldn’t stay here for long. The risk of being discovered was just too high. Plus, when he tried to use the monitor, he found them useless.

That’s the problem with newer system like this one, there’re just too easy to control, he thought.

As he stood there a little longer, he notices something odd. His pants felt looser then he remembered. His shoes also roomer, while his shirt felt tighter then he liked. Finally, he jacket felt like weighted a tone. And it was falling off more then ever. He decided it would be best to leave it behind instead of letting it weighted him down. He found it easy to slip the clothing off of his shoulders and hang it over the chair. After that, he went back to thinking.

With his choice very limited, Michael did the only thing he could do. He crept to the door and cracked it opened. He saw no one guarding the door, he opened it wider and stick his head through it. He quickly scanned the area, surprise that the guard from earlier wasn’t around. In fact, he didn’t see anyone close by. Not that he could see much, with all of the light dimmed so much.

Michael cautiously stepped out of the room and cling against the well as he made his way to the front of the mall. It was strange, when no guards were seen, making their rounds. But, he wasn’t above looking a gift horse in the mouth.

He slowly made his way to the end of the hall, still surprised at the lack of security. When he made it to the edge, he peeled over the edge and still did, there were no guards. He then did a stunt he once saw in a movie. Crunching low, he ran for the nearest cover. Once he was safe behind a pillar, he straightened up and cautiously looked at from his hiding spot. Again, he was surprised when there were no guards around.

Okay either these guys are dumber then I first thought or something is really up here, Michael thought.

Keeping to the shadows and using various objects that were thrown about during the chaos either, he was able to get to the front door. Though, it wasn’t hard when there were no guards around to cause problems. He kept to the shadow of the stairs, leading to the second floor, and easily able to see without being seen himself. What he saw, greatly concern him.

Every single thug, were circled around all of the mall goers. They had their weapons aimed at the citizens and were keeping eyes on them. He also could see some kind of tan block, with wires, surrounding everyone. Though he didn’t know what those blocks were, something told him, they were very much dangerous.

Michael searched the roll of scared citizens. He easily found his father, thanks to his uniform. He was at the head of the group of hostages, acting as a shield of sorts. Josh was one of the few, who didn’t look ready to drop a load in his pants. He kept his face as cool as ice as he study the situation at hand.

Michael had to hand it to his old man. When the heat was on, he keeps his head on his shoulders. That’s what makes him such a dependable guy. He could only wish he was half of the man that his dad is.

“Our demands are as simple!” a familiar, cold voice said loudly.

When Michael heard the voice, he ducked further into the shadows. The mysterious leader of this little stage show, came from the entrance of the mall, speaking into a mega phone.

“We want a 100 thousands for every hostage we have!” the man said into the mega phone. “And as you know from earlier, we had set C4 on every entrance around the building. And starting in five minutes, we will set five hostages around each entrance. You have two hours to comply with our demands. And I will hurry, if you don’t want the blood on innocents on your hands!”

C4? Michael looked at the squares, around the hostages. It suddenly became clear. That’s clever. If anyone tries to move, it body part city. But still...two hours seems like a long time...

“You think you can scare the people of this town?” Josh asked firmly. “These townsfolk has been through much in their times. And beside, two hours is more then enough time for the police to bypass your traps.”

The mysterious man threw away the mega phone and casually walked up to the circle. He carefully stepped over the trigger and walked you to the man, who dared to oppose him. Josh stood up, completely unfazed by the man before him.

The two men stood nose-to-nose, eye-to-eye, and seem to be studying each other, waiting for each other to make the first move. It was hard to tell what the taller man was thinking because of his sunglasses hiding his eyes. Suddenly, he brought his right hand up and gripped the ram of his glasses. He slowly removed them from his face, showing to everyone his full face, for the first time. Josh suddenly gasped when he saw icy white eyes, staring at him.

“Y-Y-You’re Ice,” Josh said fearfully.

Everyone, the thugs, the hostages, even Michael gasped at this little bit of information. No one really believed in those stories about a criminal mastermind, who fakes his own death, so he could continue his criminal career without problems. Must thought the stories were just merely rumors, started by someone to gain attention. But still, who else would dress in nearly all white, have white hair and eyes to match?

“That’s what they call me, though I could care less about that name,” suddenly the man, now known as Ice, whipped out a small gun from his back pocket and aimed it at Josh’s head.

But before the mall security guard barely had a chance to understand what was going on, Ice pulled the triggered. Josh just had enough time to gasped before everything want black.

From his hiding spot, Michael needed to cover his mouth to conceal the loud gasp that threatened him. Time seem to slow as he watched the body of his father fall backwards, memories rushing to him like a raging bull.

He remembered when he was five and his family had gone to see a movie. He was in danger of falling asleep and missing the best part. His father would lightly shake him to keep him awake so he wouldn’t miss a thing.

Another memory suddenly hit him. He was seven, and his father was teaching him how to ride a bike without training wheel. Michael had fallen many times, and was thinking about giving up. That’s when his father had encouraged to keep getting back on. Eventually he learned to ride that bike, all thanks to his father.

Dad... Unconsciously, Michael begin walking to the corpse of his father, to see if it was real

Suddenly, his foot hit one of those talking dolls, causing it to whine in a very loud tune. He snapped his head down, a grim look to his face. He quickly looked up and cursed his back luck. The thugs had heard the noise and Ice order some of his men to check things out.

Michael panicked at this point and decided to run from it, dashing from the shadows. Three thugs saw him and gave him chase. The only good thing that seems to come out of all of this was that the thugs had heavy weapons, slowing them down. Suddenly another attack happened, causing his entire to shake violently.

NOT NOW!!! Michael screamed in his head.

Trying to ignore the pain as best as he could, Michael ducked into clothing store on his right. Trying to calm his breathing, he did a quick scan of the place. It was a fairly decent size store, it’s even has a back door if Michael remembers right. But he knew in his condition, he would never make it before those movie studio rejects would catch up to him. That’s when he saw a clothing rack, line up perfectly with the back exit.

I must be crazy to think those guys are dump enough to fall for this lame brain plan, Michael thought.

A few seconds later, the thugs came into the store. They looked around but couldn’t see anything. Then one of the thugs spotted the down cloth rack, and took this as a sigh. He told his friends what was he saw. The leader of the group agreed and hurried to the back exit, without checking the rest of the store.

Within one of the changing room, not to far from the clothing rack, Michael hid, listening to the sound of fading footsteps. He had bitten into his right arm to keep himself from moaning, so he wouldn’t give himself away. By now, the attack was starting to subside, and his brain was cleaning, one thought was on his mind.

Okay, it’s official these guys are movie thugs rejects, he thought as he removed his arms.

It was about this time that he noticed that his wrist looked smaller then he remembered it. And just like that, another attacked happened. But this one was different then the rest he had experience. It felt like someone was sticking cold needles into his flesh, giving him a stinging feeling, mixing with a cold sensation.

As Michael continued to watch his arm, he saw his fingers grow ever so slightly and became slightly more slender. Curious, he turned around, looking into the full body mirror that was on the wall of the changing room. He could only gasp in a mix of fright and amazement as he shoulders shrunk ever so slightly, causing his shirt to become ill fitting. He moaned lightly as a pair of melons quickly grew from his chest, straining against his shirt.

Michael’s waist quickly narrow as he lost some inches, causing his pants to fall down to the ankles. The young man could only watch with a growing blush as his hip extended and his legs became more slender. All of the hair on his legs quickly retracted and he felt his shoes becoming roomier. Next he felt his manhood sneezed tight against the skin and he could feel it collapsing inward. It was also enough to bring him to tears.

Michael felt a slight pinch in his throat, but he barely noticed it as he watch his face. His face became slightly rounder as just a pinch of fat appeared on the cheeks. His dark, midnight blue eyes, lightened to a sky blue color. His eye leashes became longer as his lips become more filled. Finally, his black hair grew out to his shoulders as it lightened to a dark brown color.

When everything was said and done, Michael’s face was redder then the brightest tomato. For a long time, he, err, she just stared at her reflection, still not completely convince that this pretty, petit thing was actually her. After a minute of staring though, she lifted her lift arm up, allowing the oversized sleeve to slide down. She stared at her smaller hand and slender wrist. Then slowly she placed it on her new assent and wrapped her fingers around it. The feeling that came from the breasts was so unexpected, she moaned lightly.

She then used her free hand and ran it down her leg. It was amazing how smooth and sharp her leg now felt. She slowly moved her hand back up, strangely enjoying the feeling she was getting. With wondering fingers, she went under her oversize shirt and felt around for her manhood should be. All she found was a small hole, fearing to wet at her touch.

The former boy realized what was quickly happening and removed her hands from the pleasure zones. She looked back in the mirror and was still crept her out when the face of a petit, eighteen-year-old stared back, instead of a thinner then usually, twenty-five year old.

“...Oh boy,” Michael was startled by her new softer, female sounding voice. “What have I done to myself this time?”

 

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