The Dimension Travel Trilogy: A Three Part Science Fiction And Fantasy Novel (15 page)

Throughout the years, people have been doomed to repeat their history and the repetition of history could have almost caused Armageddon. Throughout time the world has repeated history and among these are horrible events such as crimes, stupidity, and major acts of belligerence. Repetition of history could have caused small conflicts or world wars. However, one thing that will always happen
is
the repetition of history. But, in some cases repetition can have positive outcomes for one group and negative outcomes for another group or party. In this book, there will be negative results of repetitive history that will later become positive. This is all a fictional story and in part of the story first person point of view was used.

Sometimes people act stupid in order to get their way or their friend's way. Some people even go as far as committing a wrongdoing at the expense of others to help another person. The person doing the wrongdoing might not be intentionally committing the wrongdoing deliberately. However, the gesture for the assistance of a friend may be good for one or bad for another. In this case, it was at the expense of both sides, especially with the friends. Also, fights can occur because one person is belligerent to another and a bigger ruling figure shall step into the picture.

Tom Jackson and Iron Steel have returned home after their daring escape from the Magic Castle. Tom Jackson and Iron Steel were locked in the Magic Castle and encountered an abundant amount of trouble. Here they are today on the one hundred block of Goodluck Street in California, New York. Iron Steel woke up and said, "Where are we? Where have we been? What happened?"

Tom said, "Nothing to be concerned about." Iron replied, "What do you mean nothing to be concerned about?" Iron started to get up from the long sleep and the long return from the Magic Castle.

He started to sit up from his sleep and attempted to get up. All of a sudden, he fell. Iron looked at himself, and said, "What happened to me?" Tom said, "I - I don't know." Iron looked at his arms and screamed.

He said, "Oh my God! My arms have shrunken. What else happened to me!?" Tom answered, "Buddy, you are slender." Iron replied, "That ain't good!" Tom said, "I know. Let me take you home."

Iron Steel lived at one hundred and seventy five Goodluck Street.

Goodluck Street was the main street of California, New York. In the one hundred addresses, there are a bunch of residential homes. The residential homes are predominantly Victorian homes. In the one thousand addresses, there were many businesses, mostly small businesses.

At the end of Goodluck Street, there was Goodnation Hospital which was a small hospital because California, New York was a very small town. Meanwhile, Iron Steel said, "I feel very loopy." Tom said, "How about I drop you off home." Iron said, "No that will be fine."

Tom replied, "What are you going to do? Just sit around here all day?"

Iron said, "What is the sense in going home when I am all loopy?

Besides, you can't carry me all the way home!" Tom replied, "Yes. I can." Iron answered, "I am going to stay here whether you like it or not!" Iron had a very frail body and the frailness increased. Tom said, "I insist that I carry you home." Iron replied, "You are
not
carrying

me."

Tom said, "Okay then, you know what I will do? I will have to commit a crime." Iron couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "What do you mean you have to commit a crime?" To leaned over and whispered "Keep this a secret. I will be right back." He started to walk down the block and to a house. It was a yellow Victorian house that had many carvings in the wood; it appeared very kid friendly. There was a tree with a tire swing and the tire swing was very wide and very high. This was the house of Mark Williams. Mark Williams was a famous businessman in California, New York who owned a drug store. The drugstore was appropriately named
Williams Drug Store
.

William Williams is Mark Williams' son and Martha Williams is his wife.

Mark Williams lives at One Hundred and Seventy Five Goodluck Street, a couple of houses away from Iron Steel. William was playing outside by himself. He is about eight years old, and he was playing with his green Wagon. All of a sudden Tom arrived at the house and asked "May I see that green wagon?" William answered, "Why sure." Tom said, "Can I take it?" William said, "No!" William is a four foot eight-inch, eight year old who has green hair and freckles.

He is not selfish and very caring. He is a very carefree kid. He attends Californiatown Elementary School.

Tom grabbed the handle of the green wagon and said, "Too bad. I am borrowing it." Tom grabbed the green wagon and William started tearing with emotion and ran into the house. Meanwhile, Tom ran as if he were skateboarding down Goodluck Street with the wagon back to the spot where he left Iron Steel lying down in front of one hundred Goodluck Street. Tom told Iron, "Listen, this is what happened. I stole a wagon from a kid. If you see any cop cars or an angry dad, don't be surprised. However," Iron interrupted, "What do you mean you stole that wagon from a kid? How old was the kid?"

Tom said "Yes, I really stole the wagon, and the kid looked to be approximately seven to ten years old. However, he appeared tall for his age." Iron started to look at Tom with anger and disgust and started to say, "What do you mean he was only seven to ten years old?

Why would you steal a toy that an innocent kid minding his own business was playing with?"

Tom answered in a snooty way, "Do you think that I would intentionally want to steal from a young kid? Huh? The reason why I stole from this kid was to suit you!" Iron angrily said, "I won't protect you if anything happens." He was still lying on the ground. All of a sudden in the distance a dad and a crying son were looking in the direction towards Iron Steel, Tom Jackson, and the green Radio Flyer.

The son started to run and Mark Williams said, "Now, who was the one who stole the wagon from you?" William pointed at Tom Jackson and said, "That guy! He was the thief!" The dad and William ran up to Tom Jackson. Mr. Williams looked at Tom and said to him "You are a thief! You donkey!" Tom looked at them and said, "What did you just call me?" Mark Williams said with anger and disgust, "Donkey. What are you going to do about it?"

William stuck his tongue out at Tom Jackson and Tom said, "You're an idiot! Nothing but an immature idiot!" William's father Mark said, "What did you just call my son you thief?" Tom said, "An idiot." Mark Williams was a staggering six foot five and he was a very serious man. He was also a family man and very overprotective of his household and his family. He is very tough also.

He carries in his pocket a message on paper that he wrote a long time ago during his high school years and he wrote, "Mess with me and you will pay the price." He also had green hair and freckles and because that day was a hot summer day, he wore green shorts and a white T-Shirt. However, at the moment he asked Tom his age. Tom Jackson said, "I am twenty one years of age."

After Tom Jackson, stole the kid's bike, he had enough audacity to ask Mr. Williams, "Why are you asking me what my age is?" Mr. Williams said, "Why do you have the audacity to ask me that question?" Tom said, "I don't think you want to mess with me." Mark Williams said, "I need to ask you a question." Tom said, "What will you do
for me
if I answer your questions?" Mr. Williams said, "Hmm, let me think. I shouldn't be doing this but I will not tell anyone that you stole my son's bike." William said to his dad, "Don't you mean my Radio Flyer?" Mr. Williams said to his son, "Yeah. Whatever. It is a toy." Tom said, "Okay, I will answer the questions that you shall ask me." Mr. Williams said, "Let me interrogate you." Tom asked, "What are you some sort of a detective."

Mr. Williams said, "No, but, I will ask you some questions."

Tom said, "Okay. Let's make this short." Mr. Williams said, "I will tell the whole world if you don't answer my questions, and you will end up in the slammer house." Tom said, "I will not end up in the slammer house." Mr. Williams asked, "Do you realize what you did?" Tom said, "Yes sir." Mr. Williams asked, "What did you do?" Tom answered with a smug, "Nothing sir." Mr. Williams said, "I could tell that you are lying. I should tell the whole world that you stole my son's wagon."

Tom interrupted, "No! Don't tell the whole world. The reason why is because of the fact that I will end up in the slammer house."

Mr. Williams said, "Well, if you don't want to end up in the slammer house, you are to make a vow to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you God. Will you do that?" Tom said, "Yes I will. Now, I shall take my oath in order to not end up in the slammer house. 'I, Tom Jackson solemnly swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truths so help me God.'" Mr. Williams asked his first question, "Where were you when my son's wagon was stolen?"

Tom answered in a nervous voice, "I was in front of your house on your lawn talking to your son about borrowing the wagon." Mr.

Williams said, "That sounds more like the truth. However, I am not sure if you're telling the full truth."

William Williams said after Tom answered that question, "Yes, this guy was on the lawn and he took my wagon from me. He is telling the truth." Mr. Williams said, "I am not asking you son.

However, because he stole your wagon from you and you are an eyewitness you can speak up when necessary." Mr. Williams cleared his throat and asked another important question to Tom Jackson and that other important question was, "How come you stole the wagon from my son?" Tom answered, "The reason why is because my friend was loopy and needed help."

Mr. Williams asked "What is your friend's full name?" Tom said, "His first name is Iron and his last name is Steel." Mr. Williams said, "Your friend sure doesn't look like an Iron Steel. Tom Jackson said “He might not now but you should see his family. They do look like true Steels. At one time, he was very muscular. However, now he has lost some weight." Mr. Williams replied, "Interesting." Mr.

Williams asked, "How old is this fella?" Tom said, "Twenty Five." Mr.

Williams said, "What is your full name?" Tom answered, "My name is Tom Jackson." Mr. Williams said, "Now, give me one good reason why I should not tell the whole entire world." Tom said, "My friend is injured and I need to help him."

Mr. Williams replied, "I understand. That is a good reason that I shouldn't tell the whole world about the theft of my son's wagon.

You can return the wagon by tomorrow at my business." Tom asked, "Say, what kind of a business do you have?" Mr. Williams said, "I own the Mark Williams Drug Store. Here is my business card." Mark Williams gave Tom Jackson a business card. The business card was not your typical business card, "It was eight by twelve inches. It was approximately the size of an ordinary blank sheet of paper. However, the business card was not blank. Dominating the whole business card was a blue block that said, Mark's Drug Store in Times New Roman generic font.

From there at the bottom in seventy two size font, it said, Mark Williams and his phone number. Mark Williams' name also had a picture adjacent to his name and phone number. Mark told Tom Jackson, "Goodbye." Then, Mark told William, his son, "Let's get going." Mark and his son walked away and Iron Steel told his friend, "You are so lucky that you didn't get in trouble." Tom replied, "I am very nice. Perhaps, you should be very nice like me." Iron said, "I am a very nice person. You could see that in my attitude. God, you have to start being nice."

Tom said to Iron, "You know what? I am going to put you in the wagon, and bring you home. I don't care who is nice or not nice to you." Iron mumbled, "You should be nice and caring especially to an eight year old and his father." Tom put Iron in the wagon and “drove”

him home. Iron told Tom Jackson, "I am sick and tired of being placed in a wagon and treated like a six year old." Tom replied, "Shut up."

Iron said angrily, "After all of these years that I have been friends with you, I am starting to question our friendship. You know you have a bipolar personality. One minute you can act nice to me and be nasty to somebody else or cause something at somebody else’s expense, or even humiliate me by putting me in such a small wagon!

And prior to today, you were acting very anachronistic. In terms of the technology that you used, for God sakes, you used a
Walkman
which is so out of date that I don't even find it funny. And nevertheless, you look like a bilge rat the way your attire is, especially when you went to that Corporate Headquarters a few days ago." Tom Jackson asked, "Aren't you supposed to be loopy?" Iron answered, "I was loopy earlier today. You know people act loopy and they get over it. However, I am now out of my loopy state."

Tom asked a second question, "How can you get over your loopy state so early and so swiftly?" Iron said, "Oh, it won't be rocket science answering this question." He paused for a second. Tom interrupted and asked in an arrogant and smart aleck manner, "What's wrong? Huh? You can't get the answer?" Iron answered. "No, no, no, and oh yeah. No!" From there, Iron continued, "Some people become normal a little quicker than most people." A sarcastic smirk was shown on Iron Steel's face. Tom Jackson and Iron Steel arrived at one hundred and seventy five Goodluck Street. However, they didn't realize that they have arrived. Tom Jackson asked belligerently and ready to cause a confrontation with his own friend, "Do you wanna fight buddy!?" Iron jumped out of the wagon and his fists were clenched and his knees were bent. Iron answered, "Sure!" Tom said, "Bring it on bub!" Tom turned around. Iron asked, "Why have you turned around? What are you childish?"

Tom answered, "No." From there, a sudden punch was thrown by Tom Jackson's big animalistic hand. Iron Steel has quick reaction speeds and Iron ducked down in perfect timing. Tom Jackson's punch missed by the skin of the teeth. From there, Tom accidentally turned all the way around when he threw the punch at his friend and punched himself in the stomach. From there, Tom fell to the ground and screamed. Iron Steel said, "What are you a baby?" Tom said, "No I ain’t no baby! You're a baby!”