anomaly

2.57PM

"Can't we at least wait till I get back?" the man on the beach chair asked.

"No we can't. We can't wait till tomorrow nor for another few minutes. Your time is up to 3, and the rest is oblivion my friend. We're sorry for the late notice"

His voice was calm, in an unnaturally superior way. The boy who's constructing his sand castle close to the conversation is now staring at the big man, who is certainly out of place in that strip of sand. That sharp black suit is more than unwelcomed.

"What do you mean oblivion? Will you make me forget about here or the one up there? Both are still unfair I guess"

It's obvious that he is frowning behind those sunglasses. His peace was clearly not there anymore, it's like a violent storm has arrived. His short holiday wasn't meant to be disturbed, he had cursed the rain for few days back, and now this big guy won't step out his view of the sea.

"Both. You will be brand new, with no record of being sent before"

"You'll make people forget me too?" he stares at the big guy in disbelief from behind his sunglasses.

"I'm sorry, but I believe that you had make use of it all very good. We're not surprised as always, there's always that tiny percentage who are meant to be sent that way, and to stay. They are the pivot of most stories in the books. We will let you to stay too, if we get the instructions to. But I'm sorry to tell you that we don't"

2.58PM

"Why can't you just kill me, that wouldn't make things too complicated to explain" he took a sip on his drink, which has getting more tasteless from the melting ice.

"Hmm. In this case, it is not something that had anything to do with killing. See,if a factory produces a faulty goods somewhere, guess there's much more relevancy in claiming it back to the shop than destroying it. Right?"

The man on the beach chair didn't answer. This is exactly what he has heard from the whispers. They will be taken back, rebooted and repackaged. It's his fault that he made it too obvious, or should he just join the church from the start? The temptation was never a joke. Much more stronger when you know you already had it all. All the strings you see on everyone, how can you not mess with it? How can you not use it to get you everything when it's in front of you all the time. It's a gift since forever, today it become a curse.  

"Heh. What a shitty factory that is. What kind of job is he doing up there. Both places are in chaos. Can't believe I don't see this coming"

"He is never in chaos my friend. A factory is never perfect, just like the product. Mistakes are made for every billion that has passed. But the same thing can't be applied to the owner. He always knows when it happened, and what he sent was meant to be sent. He had written the start and the beginning of every single one, he even writes about this conversation we are having right now"

"You are meant for something, but it’s not here."

"You know what. Fuck that. You know nothing. What if I tell you that you're going to be wiped for some fuck up you didn't do? Will you be okay with that? Why can't he just let me stay? What different does it make if he let me?"

"I don't have the answer for that. I was sent here to take you back" The man on the beach chair is now half-smiling.

"Fuck it. I'm a man who never did any harm for all that I know. Why didn't he send you to end Hitler? That one's a mistake too right? Fucking teleport to Berlin now, wasn't time a plaything for you guys? Or is he just as disgusting as any sadist could be? Enjoying bloody shows while nitpicking on a businessman?" the boy halted his sand castle construction, as the man is now almost screaming in a language foreign to the beach. The tension is obvious between the two of them, in the realm of salty air and summer sunshine.

2.49PM

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid we don't have much time"

The man on the beach chair is frozen still. He knew that he's not capable to do anything to avoid this. His life was a good 22 years, of a vicious climb towards dominion. He got something anyone else doesn't, and he use it perfectly well. Like holding a divine dagger in a crowd of mortal, easily he made his way to the top. But now the glory must end, his youthful empire will cease to existence. His trace will be erased, as those who had been in his place before. History will be reconstructed today, with one man less.

The big man in the suit raises his hand to the sun. The air around begin to shift visually, signaling imbalance of substances which doesn't belong there, wrapping around them. It sinks in him, the same feeling he had had before he enter the red room, the unforgotten womb. The huge man then lowers his hand towards his shoulder. He shrugged. He is ready for this.

A bright flash of light swallowed both man and the beach chair for few seconds. It failed to catch any attention from the others on that crowded beach but the kid, who has already stopped building his sandcastle. The unworldly chaos then end in a split second, unnoticed as how it begin.

The huge man is now nowhere to be seen. He disappeared as he was never there from the start, his footprints is somewhat was lifted with him. The beach chair, its lowered fabric never rises. The man is still there, removing his shades and now wiping his wet forehead. A sight of relief is hard to be unnoticed from his face. His hand is still shaking.

He then stand up on his feet, then walk towards the boy and his sand castle. He picked the boy up, and then he put him high on his shoulder. He regain his smile for sure, still wandering if they both had yet declared a war on the factory up there.

"Thank you Gabriel"

"You're welcome my lord," said that tiny voice.

3.00PM