A Blast From The Past....

Hey gang, here's something a little different for you today; A prologue for a book idea that I came up with a few years ago. Obviously, i wasn't using the "Xander Grimm" handle back then, but I changed it so that it fits in with the rest of the stuff on here. Also, the idea is geared more towards the young adult crowd, so sorry if it's not quite as spicy as my other material. Never the less, enjoy!

Time in Crisis: Book One: T-Flux

By Xander Grimm

Prologue: July 16, 2006

They say that when something bad is going to happen, the animals are always the first to know. Nate Greenfield wasnt sure if he believed that statement or not, or who "they" was for that matter. What he was sure of was that something very strange was going on, and his livestock were certainly aware of it. What Nate first noticed was that it was incredibly windy for a July morning, even though the weather had been getting progressively worse over the past few years. But what happened next took Nates mind off of the wind. The air in front of him literally ripped open, with a sound that reminded Nate of cartoons where the characters where so fat that when they bent over, the seat of their pants tore open.

Emanating from the hole was a brilliant white light, so bright in fact that Nate had to shield his eyes against it.

"Oops, sorry about that," said a friendly sounding voice, "I always forget that you guys are a lot more sensitive to light than we are." The light quickly faded, and as Nate lowered his arm, he saw that the hole was gone as well. In its place was a man about as tall as Nate was. As a matter of fact, the man looked remarkably similar to Nate, the main difference between the two men was that the newcomer had a lot more hair then Nate, not to mention the white lab coat the man was wearing, as compared to the overalls Nate had on.

"Wh-Who the hell are you?" Nates whole body was shaking, both in fear and complete disbelief. "Where the hell did you come from?"

The man smiled and laughed a little. "Who I am and where Im from is inconsequential. Whats important is that you get this device to Professor Kirkus at the university." The man held up a strange looking contraption, something that Nate hadnt noticed before now.

Nate looked at the man in confusion. "What is it?"

"That is not for you to know, at least not at this point. Just make sure that it gets to him as soon as possible." The mans voice, which had been kind and pleasant just a moment before, had taken on a serious tone. He then handed the device to Nate, who almost dropped it, having miscalculated its weight.

"Damn, this thing is heavy." Nate strained to keep it from falling onto the ground.

The man smiled. "Yes, that it is. Take care Nate, and make sure that device makes it into the hands of Professor Kirkus."

Nate nodded. "Sure thing." The man nodded at him and began to turn away, and as he did, the light from the sun caught on his nametag, allowing Nate to read it. "What the hell?"

The sound of tearing pants bounced off of Nates eardrums once more as the hole in space reopened and the man in the white lab coat stepped through it. "Good luck, Nate!" And with that, as quickly as he had appeared the man was gone.

The last thing that Nate saw in his mind before his eyes rolled back into his head and his body crashed to the ground was the wording on the mysterious visitors nametag. "Head of Research and Development: Nathan D. Greenfield."