A Scream Through Time – Sneak Peak

This is a sneak peak of my latest book A Scream Through Time now available everywhere books are sold!

Todd Rungson can travel through time and the multiverse with a single breath. So surprises rarely catch him flat-footed.
When a cry for help reaches his ear from across the multiverse, he rushes to investigate.
It came from a stranger with a familiar face standing on a building’s ledge.
He must do everything he can to save her and redeem himself.
If you enjoy mind-bending multiverse time travel stories then you’ll enjoy the second book of the Endless Breath Saga: A Scream Through Time.

Chapter 1

Gretchen stood in front of me on the roof of her apartment building, precariously balanced on the half wall that ran around the perimeter. The building was downtown, although which town I never learned. Cars passed by the building but they did not honk incessantly so I knew it wasn’t a major metroplex.

I’d followed Gretchen here, not by walking behind her on the flight of stairs, but through time and space. Her bloodcurdling scream called my name, I heard it as soon as I left the younger version of myself and a parallel version of her, to enjoy their coffee at the Light House Café.

The apartment roof was unfinished, designed for maintenance workers to access equipment, not for residents to come and relax. The tension in Gretchen’s shoulders and dark bags under her eyes indicated she hadn’t relaxed in a long time. She was close enough to the ledge that she wouldn’t relax if she valued her life.

Capped metal vents were clustered around the roof like mushrooms. Air conditioners hummed, fighting back the heat of the summer sun. The fire escape door squeaked on rusty hinges as it blew in the breeze. Gretchen hadn’t cared to close it behind her.

The breeze carried gray storm clouds towards us from the horizon. Anything lower than clouds was blocked by a wall of skyscrapers. This apartment was far from the tallest building around. But it was high enough to suit Gretchen’s needs.

Gretchen smelled different from the younger version I’d killed countless times. Her perfume carried hints of orange and lemon instead of cherry blossoms. It was only a perceptible change because I’d spent so much time around her recently.

I tasted sweat in my mouth. My long brown leather coat was not suited for the day’s heat. It rippled in the breeze, but the wind did little to cool me.

Gretchen wore a sun dress. She wasn’t in high school anymore, probably about to graduate college by my best guess. She wore sandals and next to her feet sat a small clutch purse with a bright pink paisley pattern. Her blond hair whipped around her face masking her terrified eyes.

“Get away from me, Todd!” she shouted.

I wondered how she knew who I was. I wore a scruffy face much older than the high school version she knew. But that was a question for another time and place.

I raised my hands in surrender. I wasn’t going to hurt her today, I was done with that. “Let’s step down from there,” I said and offered my hand to help.

She flinched at my movement and teetered on the lip of the wall. Someone shouted from below.

“It’s okay,” I assured her. “You don’t want to do this.”

“You’re going to kill me.” Gretchen sobbed in terror. Her tears caught her hair which slowly quit flapping in the wind. “I’ve seen you do it!”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I assured her. It was true but I felt like a wolf speaking to a sheep. “Where did you see me before?”

“In my dreams. Every night I watch you kill me. I haven’t slept for days.”

Dreams, I hadn’t had them in ages. I hadn’t slept in ages either. Gretchen was tired, people acted silly when they were tired. “They’re just dreams. They can’t hurt you.” Assessing the situation I doubted Gretchen was in my grasp. I could lunge to catch her, but it wasn’t a guarantee.

“Every night, I watch you choose just the right brownie on the assembly line and place a deadly peanut in the batter. I feel my throat constrict and I wake up gasping looking for my EpiPen.”

She was right, that was one of my preferred ways to kill her in order to get the attention of my younger self. However, this Gretchen, the one that belonged to the timeline we stood in, shouldn’t remember that. It happened far away in one of the infinite universes that I traveled through. I could kill thousands of Gretchen, likely did, and it’d be a drop in the barrel of infinity.

“I had to do it,” I said. “I’m done now though.”

“It’s still happening.” Gretchen gestured at the world around us between her sobs. “It’s not over. It will never be over.”

“It is over. They’re just dreams, ” I assured her. She didn’t look like she believed me, so I decided to lie. “You have an exciting life ahead of you! Full of meaningful memories you’ll make with others. Friends, family, maybe kids. They don’t want you to do this right now.” In truth the universe was indifferent to her, it was indifferent to me and I could travel through it.

“I’ll never sleep again. I can’t do it.” She looked over her shoulder to measure something in her gymnast mind, assuming she did gymnastics in this universe.

I took advantage of the pause and lurched towards her to pull her off the wall. Gretchen turned back, her ears must’ve alerted her to my movement. She scampered back. Maybe she forgot she was on the ledge. Maybe she thought what lay below was less terrifying than me.

She fell backwards. My hand passed over her thin dress but didn’t grip anything. She tucked her arms and head in reflexively. While it would’ve helped her when landing on a padded gym floor it’d do little for her now.

I leaned over the ledge. My hand nearly knocked her purse off. I clutched it to save it from the fate of falling. I was infinitely more successful at rescuing it.

The crowd gathered below parted like rippling water. Gretchen landed and the crowd let out a unified scream.

I turned back from the ledge, Gretchen’s purse still in my hand. I started my focused breathing. It was time to leave this universe. There were infinitely more interesting places than this. I could go be a captain on a Star Liner cruise starship again. Those trips through the cosmos were always fun.

Sirens sounded around the corner. Someone would be investigating her death. They wouldn’t get far. It’d likely be chalked up to another suicide due to the stress of college.

That was all it was. She was sleep-deprived, not thinking straight. But how had I heard her scream? How did she know who I was? I quit breathing like I was going to leave. I went to the stairs and looked through her purse on the way down.

It wasn’t a big purse. It had some cash, a few plastic cards, a makeup kit, small pen, notebook, and flip phone. I played with the old-style phone and wondered why it wasn’t more advanced. It was blue and shaped like a river rock. It had an enamel pug looped as a trinket around the stubby antenna.

Maybe she was short on money. I’d bought burner phones like this in various universes. But with the amount of cash in her wallet that seemed unlikely. What college kid carried around this much money? I had a few unsavory ideas but none of them suited Gretchen as I knew her.

I stepped out of the stairwell and walked through the lobby of the apartment complex. I tried to remember my college experience. My home universe, my original life, it was so far back in my past I didn’t remember it. But I could remember more recent lives I’d lived, like the one I lived with Gretchen after saving her from being run over. In that one, my phone had a touch screens and apps to transfer money digitally.

The sun shone in my eyes as I walked out of the apartment lobby. A few people in the crowd looked at me. Police were interviewing others. I turned away from the crowd and walked down the street. It felt strange holding a bright pink purse with my long coat so I stuffed it in the large inside pocket of my jacket.

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