BAM!

"Dammit", muttered the shadowy intruder, as he collapsed at the top of the landing.

The professor stared down at this hands, aghast. He hadn't meant to shoot. He hadn't! His nerves were jangling. His time machine was just completed. He'd turned off all the house lights, conserving power for the maiden run. He was just making sure his revolver was loaded, when he saw the flash of movement at the head of the stairs. His finger twitched. It was nerves. Pure reflex.

Now he'd killed a man. If only he could turn back time and stop himself. If only...

With grim resolve, the professor leaped into his machine, spun the dials and stabbed the button.

Flash! He blinked around in the sudden darkness, confused to find himself in the kitchen. A slight misalignment maybe... a faulty coil... No time! He raced for the basement stairs--

BAM!

"Dammit", he groaned, as he slumped down on the landing, and watched through the growing darkness as his own hand turned the dials back, pressed the big red button down.



just a bit of flash fiction, inspired by ideath's node above and a game of Chrononauts.