Marcus in 2040 (Part 2)

"You can't leave me here forever!"Marcus growled to the older Marcus.

It has been 2 days since Marcus had been trapped in the future. He was devastated when he saw Aaria and her husband destroy the blue pill.

"Of course not, dear boy," the older Marcus said, "you'll stay only until we find a way to get to the present. Then everybody in the world will be replaced by us."

Marcus was shocked. He hadn't expected the monsters to be this ruthless. He had to do something about it. Quickly!

One evening, when Marcus was walking on the streets, he went to an electronic shop and asked if they had any of his parents' inventions.

"Oh, we have many," the shopkeeper said."We have the Watch Shield, the Dress-up Machine, th-

"Do you have the time machine?"Marcus asked impatiently.

The shopkeeper was surprised. "The time machine is in the house, abandoned ten years ago when Mr and Mrs Raven died."

"Where is this house?" said Marcus, shocked to hear that his parents had died when he was only 30.
The shopkeeper told Marcus the location of the house. 

Marcus went to the house. It was the same house Marcus lived in the present. He went in and searched all the rooms. And then, in one of the rooms, Marcus found it.

Just then, he heard a sound from the door. He went to check what it was. He looked out the window. Suddenly, someone saw him through the window and was coming into the house.

Marcus rushed to the time machine and went in.




Marcus found himself in his cosy bedroom. He rushed down.

"Mom! Dad!" he shouted.
He found them in the living room.

"They're coming," Marcus said in a hurry.

"Who's coming?" his dad asked.

"Monsters. No time to explain," he added, seeing his father had opened his mouth to ask another question.

Marcus and his parents armed themselves with whatever they could find and stood near the front door, ready to attack. Ten red-eyed people flooded into the house. Marcus recognised some faces. There was the older Marcus, the older Aaria, the guy he saw out the window, the electronic shopkeeper, and six others he didn't know.

A huge battle broke out. By the time all the monsters were dead, the whole neighbourhood had joined in. In a corner, a frozen Aaria was standing, shocked.

"Was that an older, red-eyed version of myself that I saw your father kill?" Aaria asked with a shudder.

"Yeah, it was!"Marcus said, happy to have successfully killed the monsters.

Marcus explained everything to his parents.

"So basically, I might never have come if I didn't get this genius idea," he ended.

His mother hugged him and started crying.

"I thought this was a real time machine," his father said.

Marcus turned to his mother, "I guess you were right about my homework, Mom. I didn't learn much by going to the future. I think I'll use my imagination."

"Glad you realized it," his mother said, smiling.

That is how little Marcus taught the world that no one can predict the future or tell the exact truth about the past. Hence, the time machine can never be invented.





                                The End

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