All Chapters of Runner - Book One: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

 Darcy Freeman gasped as air rushed into her lungs. Her throat hurt, her eyes were stinging, and she had trouble standing up. Trying to regain her balance, she grabbed hold of a nearby bench, rubbed her head hoping that these sensations would pass. As her eyes focused to her new surroundings, it was unlike anything she had experienced. Two seconds ago, she was about to be blasted into oblivion, shielding her eyes from a blinding light. Now, she could feel a cold b

Two years ago, Darcy had started her plan. If one thing history had taught her, it was filled with tragedy. After she graduated, she landed a job with a research company working as a historian. The youngest to be hired at only 23. Her job involved studying time fragments as they were called. Technology had made it possible to grab an image of time, manipulate it and see what the outcome would be. None of this altered physical time, it was like playing in virtual reality.  Her role was to grab significant pieces of history, change the outcome and observe what happens.   Due to global warming, greenhouse gasses; whatever you call it, the earth was in a mess. Governments had devoted vast amounts of money to resolve it and make the

What was Darcy going to do? Her heart was racing, pounding hard against her chest. She thought she had the only device capable of sending someone through time. The research company had been working for many years on an actual device in the hope that one day, theory could be put into practice. But Darcy had been impatient and now she was facing the consequences. Slowly retreating away from the counter, she tried to make herself disappear. But it was pointless. The only way out was the front entrance and he was in the way.  ‘Can I help you,’ asked Gina politely? She eyed his outfit. It was strange but th

Darcy walked up the stone steps and entered the Bank to be greeted by a security guard.  ‘Afternoon, Miss,’ he said politely. ‘How can we help you today?’There was not much he could help her with, unless he knew how to freeze time and blast two armed men into oblivion. She smiled to herself before replying.  ‘Hi,’ was all she could say, before casually walking toward the information desk.The man behind the desk was a big beefy man with hardly any hair, and he did have an exceptionally large mustache, which made Darcy smile. Her appearance was thin and she had nearly twice the amount of black hair growing down to her shoulders, which came in especially useful for different hairstyles. He grinned at her and his thin mouth formed a smile

 Before leaving the year 2080, Jones and Williams had been instructed not to interfere or interact with anyone. Especially not to kill anyone. Messing with the past will mess with the future. Killing a police officer might mean that his children were never born if he were to have children. Maybe they would start a revolutionary business in the future or even become President.