Slider General's Warning: Reading this story without reading "Azure
as the Sun Rises" can be hazardous to your continued existence
in this dimension. Also, you may find out what world David Peckinpah's
sick twisted mind thinks it would be funny to stick you on. Remember,
he was the one who wanted Wade on rape camp world for no reason.
P.S. It's okay to read this without having read "Azure".
Really. I was just kidding. Please?
She ran. As the wind that was not actually wind whipped around her,
she gazed longingly at lights ahead that had the slightest possibility
of being a way out. Or it could be just another mindgame they were playing
with her. Her legs ached mercilessly and her lungs threatened to collapse
if she kept up this frantic pace much longer. But she had no choice.
The area around her was small, and reminded the young woman of nothing
more than an old subway tunnel or perhaps a very clean (they were also
very methodic and clinical about everything) sewer. Places of escape
were lethally rare. That was their intention, of course.
She heard the almost psychedelic pounding rhythms behind her. Though
she had scarcely thought it possible, she increased her pace. As the
thing gained ground, the woman spotted something on the ground, it was
still very dark and she couldn't make out what it was for certain. Nonetheless,
she seamlessly reached down for it and flung it back at her most recent
pursuer. A howl of agony proved that it was the right thing to do. She
pushed herself onward. A few hundred yards ahead was where the mysterious
light seemed to be eminating from. As she moved her extremely unwilling
body closer to her chance at salvation, she heard it again behind her.
It now began to hiss and whine rapidly. At last, she reached her destination.
It wasn't much, really. A small duct where supplies were sometimes
transported. Desperate, she crammed herself deep within the small hole
and hoped that its grasp wouldn't be able to reach very far. And that
no shipment of supplies would come soon.
"It'll move on," she whispered, confident the thing couldn't
understand her. "It has to. It just has to."
***
The turbulent vortex erupted on a dismal scene. A flat gray box that
extended far beyond the range of human vision was illuminated by the
swirling blue maw held nothing but a few puddles of murky lifeless water
and stale, recycled air. The uncaring wormhole nonetheless deposited
Quinn Mallory and Professor Maximilian Arturo there, and then resealed
itself, oblivious to their fate.
"What in the world is going on here, Mr. Mallory?" the Professor
bellowed, at the time not caring about how little he really knew about
this particular version of Quinn Mallory.
"I don't know. This is all pretty new to me, too, Professor."
Quinn replied. Standing and getting their bearings, the twosome took
a look around. Deciding their surroundings were too depressing to discuss
at the moment, they moved back to other issues that were still pressing.
"The timer's still reading twenty-four hours and some change.
It didn't bring us here." Quinn pocketed the timer in what would
become second nature to the brilliant young slider in future times.
"I suppose that just leads us to the question: then who, or what,
did? And that would merit some investigation, wouldn't you say?"
the Professor queried, not really expecting this Quinn Mallory to disagree.
Quinn barely nodded his assent. He had already began scanning the perimeter
with his eyes, as they had not had advance warning to grab any lab equipment
from the last world, for information about their new location. The Professor
continued to speak.
"If we're to survive on this world, we'll have to find other people.
We'll need food, possibly some weapons if this is a hostile environment
and," he said with a wrinkled nose and a quick glance at some of
the small water deposits surrounding them, "hopefully better water
than this."
"What kind of a world is this?" Quinn asked. It was a question
that had lingered in the back of Professor Arturo's mind as well. His
sliding skills had atrophied some in the four years that he had been
doing purely theoretical work on Azure Gate Bridge world, but this world
made any he had visited seem like a tropical paradise.
Arturo looked grim. "We have to face facts, Quinn. We have no
inkling of exactly where we are. It's possible we're not on Earth at
all." Quinn turned quickly to face him and began to speak, but
the Professor cut him off. "Yes, we've obviously crossed into a
parallel dimension, but without knowing the exact parameters of the
sliding machine that transported us here, we could have just as soon
landed on the Moon as in San Francisco."
"I hadn't thought of that," Quinn admitted soberly. The pair
then agreed on a direction in which to explore, but not before the younger
physicist decided to leave a marker, a small piece of cloth from his
tattered jeans, so that they could find their way back. Hansel and Gretel
would have approved.
"The other Quinn said he would guide me to the ones I'm supposed
to save," Mallory began wistfully as they walked down the dimly
lit tunnels. "I suppose I shouldn't have expected immediate results,
but it would have been nice if I could have at least met up with one
of them by now."
"Oh, but you have, Mr. Mallory," the Professor replied. As
Quinn gazed at him strangely, they were interrupted by the muffled sounds
of conflict a few yards away. Turning a corner, they were horrified
to see a disheveled-looking man with a gun pointed at a small child
and a woman who was quite obviously ill. The man tightened his gaze
and leveled the weapon at its intended victims. Quinn and Arturo could
only marvel at what happened next.
End Chapter One.
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