A Completely Normal Day...

It was a relatively calm Tuesday afternoon. 5pm is when i would usually go out for a light jog, have to keep in shape if i wanted to impress my girlfriend after all.

I had on a pair of orange track pants, and a plain white t-shirt. The t-shirt did nothing to hide the barely noticeable paunch on my torso, but when have i cared about my public appearance? that was saved for the love of my life.

I put on some running shoes that i had found in my closet, and just started going around the block. Being as out of shape is I was, it did not take long for my stamina to fail me and leave me gasping for breath.

I noticed that there was a stop sign that I could lean against to catch my breath, not being one to let go life's gentle mercies, I lean on it and start wobbling as my legs couldn't go much more.

So I sat down. There was a kid in an equally plain shirt and shorts taking out the trash. we made eye contact and he nodded, with his eyebrows. Still being out of breath, I just nodded back in acknowledgement.

I had to keep running, or else this jog would be waisted, so I started even though my stamina has barely recovered halfway. I just slowed down some to conserve stamina and keep going at the same time.

In my exhaust riddled mind, I did not register that I had started running in the middle of the road. And as the cliche goes, i was hit by a car.

"offuck!" I heard from next to me, it seemed that i had lost consciousness when i was hit.

"are you ok? shit, this was a new car too" I could tell that this guy cared more about his car then the literal dying man in front of him.

And with no fanfare, no light, no mysterious voice. I had died.

...

Except i didn't.

When I opened my eyes, I was sitting back under the stop sign. Though the slight stinging in my body reminded me that i was just run over. Looking around myself, i could see the beginnings of a rather nasty bruise.

"Either that guy was enough of a dick that he revived me and put me back here, or something more exotic happened..."

Looking around, not at myself this time, I saw the same kid taking out the trash. Same shirt, same shorts, same bag color, can't say the same about the bag shape because i didn't really pay attention to it, but im going to guess that was the same too.

The only thing that changed was that he didn't nod with his eyebrows at me, he just... stared. almost like he knew something was going on, then he nodded normally.

This kid was probably just taking out a completely different trash bag not that I think about it.

"No time like the present i guess." and with that said, i went to run again.

paying attention that i dont run into the road again, i look over to see the Exact same car that hit me already. Was this guy taking victory laps or something? was hitting me really that satisfying?

whatever, its not like he's going to run me over on purpose or anything.

*bang bang*

*crack*

"git tha n*****" it seemed that the local gangs were at it again, better do more jogging, but in the opposite direction.

It was almost like I was begging to be shot to be honest, because I was. I was shot in the back, about 4 times with what I can feel. Now, it might seem that i am being calm about this, but thats only because this is being censored due to the high level of profanity being tossed at the world from my mouth right now.

Then everything went black again.

Then i woke up at the stop sign, again. wow, its like thats the theme or something. Though, my back has 4 points of cramping right were I was shot. Good thing is, the car bruise is gone.

"ok, something is going on here."

"What is going on?"

That froze me. The kid was here, with the trash, the shirt, and the shorts. That stare is going to haunt my nightmares, please look away.

"u-um uh, nothing is going on exactly. I was just... my shirt... my shirt has some itching powder in it is all."

oh god, the narrowing of the eyes makes that death stare so much worse.

And then a chill went down my spine, a feeling like I was being watched from all possible angles in every feasible dimension while I was naked. Its not a good feeling to have, I nearly crapped my pants!

and then it stopped, and he nodded.

"first time?" he spoke

"w-what?" I replied geniusly

"was it the first time you've come back?" what the fuck?

"what are you implying exactly?"

"oh god, it is. Fuck im going to have to deal with you. Shit, Ok. You are immortal, judging by the lack of data in my read, its time based. And while I don't know what model, i sure do know that it is probably like saving." he got all that just by staring at me?

"what the fuck?" I say with my 4000 iq mind.

How the fuck can this kid who doesn't even look like he's out of highschool even come to a conclusion like that?

He rolled his eyes "look, you are in my area, which makes you my problem, so tell me if you will get killed any time soon. you temporals have to change the immediate future to avoid dying again"

"wow, info dump much?" curse you crippling love of fiction.

"fuck off and tell me."