Echoes of the Past

Echoes of the Past: Ch.23

The sound of the explosion of the gun threw Bobby off his feet into the mud. Pain laced his vision. When he looked up, he saw the deer running away. Annoyed and in pain, Bobby laid on the ground.

"Ugh..." He groaned, seeing the stars.

Lyndon helped him. But not before mockingly adding that Bobby should be more careful in handling a gun. Bobby's hatred of the man grew after that.

He spent the night in the Johnsons' house, his back aching and his ears still ringing from the explosion. He sighed and looked at the celling. He couldn't sleep. And worst of all, Johnson knew too. He knew the future like Jack.

Bobby rolled over on his back and stared at the hallway. He finally fell asleep after an eternity.

Bobby woke up with a massive headache. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He didn't know why.

Bobby went outside and ate some of the crackers Jack had left him. The pain in his head was growing. Bobby couldn't figure out why.

Bobby sat outside. He began to feel woozy.

He couldn't handle the pain anymore. He went inside. "Do you have any painkillers?" He asked Mrs. Johnson. He tried to ignore Lyndon who was also in the room.

Gracefully, she handed him some painkillers. He swallowed them dry, letting them kick in. But they barley did the job. In fact, the headache got worser.

Bobby laid on the bed. He was annoyed when Lyndon came in.

"What do you want?" Bobby snapped.

To his surprise, Lyndon was not going to mock him. Instead, the man stated.

"Your head hurts, doesn't it? Like it's going to burst?"

Bobby scowled. "How'd you guess?"

"I didn't guess it. I know what's happening to you. You're becoming like us. A time travel freak."

Lyndon let the words sink in slowly. Bobby was stunned.

"What?! No! I don't want to be like Jack!"

He had stood up in panic. Lyndon held him back down.

"You're becoming him like him. Don't you want that?"

"Of course I don't want it! What's more creepier then seeing your own brother die? It's knowing the future!"

Bobby rushed past him. "I need to call him."

He almost snapped when Lyndon put his hand on his shoulder. "No," the man growled.

"No? Why not?"

"If you're becoming one of us, it has to be after Jack was killed. You have to be from 1968."

"Even better reason to call him," Bobby spat before finding the phone. He dialed Jack's number.

Jack picked up instantly. "Hello?"

"Jack!" Bobby blubbered.

"Bobby?" Jack was confused. It sounded like his brother was fighting the sobs. "What's wrong? I thought you were-"

"Jack, oh my God....I'm turning into a freak like you." Jack was stunned at that.

"Bobby." He was calm. "Breathe."

Bobby couldn't breathe. "Jack...help...."

"Everything will be fine." Jack cut him off. "You'll see your own future, Bobby."

Bobby wasn't sure. What if he saw something bad? What if he saw something that scarred him for eternity?

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Would you guys mind if for my next story I made a crossover between Star Wars and the Kennedys? I really need feedback on this, so please comment! 💋✨