The beginning of my story
This is it. It is the end of my life, I thought as the full moon reached its apex. Was about to it, The Angel’s Heart, a gem that glows and sparkles in the most beautiful way, and in the clearest pure white the world has ever seen. It is said that if the full moon’s light hits this wonderful gem, it will bless those who see it… or give the person holding it paranormal abilities. Crap is what I call that myth. Just plain old’ crap. That is, until I was instructed, a little over a week ago, to protect this precious gem, I called its myth crap.
“JASPER, GET INTO MY OFFICE NOW!” the Captain yelled.
Someone is going to get fired, I thought. Wow that man sure can yell, I heard him from 3 floors down. I really like my job and the chance of me getting fired is as likely as a fish walking in to this library and borrowing a book about swimming. I am Wolfgang. No, I am not Mozart. After the Time-crash people all over the world started to change their name to either what they wanted it to be, or a famous historic person, or perhaps to a more period accurate name. The Time-crash happened only 5 years ago, it started with books randomly appearing and ended with time being ripped apart and sewed back together in all the wrong order. These books would tell every bit of information a person’s life, even more then the person themselves know. And now no one knows where or when they are. Oh, we are all in the same place physically and in time but everything else are not. I use to live in Toronto, with its tall buildings and cars, now it looks like old London and has the climate of Mexico. We have all the same technology just everything looks like it is from a different time period. Like the internet, computers, medical stuff, and so on and so forth. And all of the most important buildings are either in the same building or connected by underground tunnels. I work in the library, which holds all the books from every house, store, and library from the before the time-crash. I am good at my job and I love it too. I am really smart and really anti-social.
Ring, ring. “Hello,” as I answered my cellphone.
“Get up here Wolf, the Captain wants to talk to you,” the voice on the other end said worriedly.
“Alex? What’s wrong?” I asked. Alex is my one male friend, all the other guys like me for my looks and want me in bed with them. I am not that kind of girl. I am very pretty thou, tallish for a woman, slim figure, no noticeable fat, and womanhood is a prefect size. Not too big to be the first thing anyone notices about me but is still big enough to persuade someone. Alex is also on the police force, which is 3 floors up. This won’t be pretty.
“Fine, I will be right up,” I said a little bit aggravated in to the phone. I clacked my way to the stairs. My heels even made clacks, even on carpet. People kept on telling me I walk so quietly, like a ghost, some people said it is like I float over the ground. So I have heels that make noise so I didn’t scare people as often.
