Famer's story writing debate Round #2 Draferman VS TUF

Chapter 4 The mission Steve is pushed into the room with a heavily forced shove, and then he lands on his behind. Steve winces through the pain, and tries to ignore it. He stares at Ed in dis-belief, and Ed stares back at him almost just as confused. Ed is wearing the same clothes, but they look a little bit more worn and dirty. His face is unshaven, and his eyes look tires, but sure enough, it is the same Ed he had always known. " Ed... Is that... really you?" Steve says slowly. Ed just nods dumbly. Then he speaks... "How are you alive Steve?" Steve is so taken aback by this, that he feels that Ed must be joking. "Wh-What do you mean? You the one that just had your face blown off not even 5 minutes ago!" Now it's Ed's turn to look confused. "WHAT!? Just last week you and I just traveled back in time, were confronted by those bozo's out there, and when you refused to comply, had YOUR Face blown off! And I have been sitting in here for a week just wishing someone would come in and kill me, and now you run in here with a fresh face like nothing ever happened. Steve. What is going on here! You brought me in to all of this and I demand answers NOW!" The last installment of Ed's words seemed to reverberate off the Concrete walls, and echo in the small room. Steve looks pensive, and starts to think, putting on his familiar curled lip, while he strokes his chin. Finally Steve shares with Ed his conclusion "Okay Ed, if you haven't noticed, we are obviously in deep sh1t here. I apologize for getting you into all of this, I honestly didn't expect for any of this to happen, but it did, and now we need to work on getting out of it." Ed Nods. "Okay so It seems that my Multi-verse theory was correct. Though we have severely altered the space time continuum, Are recent selves will continue to go back to the present (which was technically going into the future). So yes, the only way to fix our problem was to go into the past. But we did not go in the past. Now we have to find our way out of this situation. But first, we have to figure out why me in the future sent us that message. For now I am going sleep, and get my head cleared from all of this." "Right." Ed responds. With that the two take a much needed sleep. -------------- The two are awakened by a loud slam, as a steel door crashes into the concrete. "Gerrup, ya rocks, we've got work to do!" Shouts the big man they first met. Steve rubs his eyes groggily as he attempts to awake from his uncomfortable sleep. His back feels pained from the concrete floor. Him and Ed follow the man with the gun outside and back into the room where Steve was before. As they enter the room they see Avery sitting on his office chair, looking quite comfortable. He beckons the two to sit on the Garbage seat once again. Steve winces as he sits his strained back against the rubble 'chair' which could best be defined as a upturned bucket with a straight board nailed to it, making a "back rest". "Good morning chaps! Nice to see ya up and ready to get workin'! Now after our little conversation last time, I don't think there are any complaints as to helping little ol' Avery out, is there?" Avery says in a cool manipulative tone. Both men shake their head, obviously not eager to see each others face blown off again. "Good, then let's get started." He rummages through his scratched up desk and finally emerges with two lumps of papers that's are crudely stapled. He reaches over the desk and hands one to each of them. Steve looks down at the papers in dis-belief. In his hands is all of his research notes, launch codes, and processes. Everything he has researched over the past 3 years was in this packet. But... How did Avery get this? Almost as in response to Steve's thoughts, Avery explains "These were given to me by you, Steve. You told me that in order to get this machine working, that you would need these." Steve thinks about this. What was the future Steve trying to tell us, what was he trying to accomplish here? "Not without further ado, here is your mission Chaps." Avery begins. "First off... You Steve, with the help of your little friend, are going to repair that time machine of yours. That machine is the leading factor in our little mission. You yourself, informed me that all you would need were those notes for you to begin your work. If you need any specific objects that aren't readily available to you, then you will inform my men, and one of them will fetch it for you. You will inform them when you are complete. Then you will send me into the future, so I can see what needs to be done about fixing our obvious little problem here." Suddenly Steve intervenes. "Sir, with all due respect, I highly recommend you do not do that! By going into the future, you can destroy and alter the time much worse than it already is! In fact, your whole reality being messed up it widely attributed to the fact that me and Ed-" Avery pulls out his 12 gauge and aims it directly at Steve's face. "Are you telling me what to do!? I think you know that I don't like being told what to do." Avery said, and proceeds to cock the weapon. Ed looks to Steve, and shakes is head, implying for him not to respond further. Steve ignores this. " I strongly recommend you do not do that Avery. You see, if you kill me, there will be no more Steve's coming to visit you. In fact, me and Ed will be the last time travelers you ever see alive. Before we came here, we stole the launch notes which I needed in order to travel in the past. The second I did this, I put a block in the Multi-Verse. So prior to me stealing the notes, We were able to visit the future frequently, which explains how you have met our past selves multiple times. But the second I stole those launch notes, I blocked that from happening. You see, according to the multi-verse theory, I havealtered at least two universes so far. This one, and the future. My past self no longer has the means of time traveling. He will have to create a whole new set of launch codes, which will take months for him to do, as he will have to alter the machine. As a human, our thoughts and Ideas constantly change. By the time My past self readies the machine once more, he may no longer have the idea to go into the past so recently. This will then create a whole different dimension. No matter what, you will never see another Steve and an Ed again. So I highly recommend lowering your gun, sir." Avery stays motionless, an expression of anger plastered on his face. He stays there for a few moments not saying anything, seemingly considering Steve's words. Finally he lowers the gun. He starts with a low growl. "...You better fix me my time machine. You have 1 week. After that I blow both of your heads off." ------------------- Ed and Steve had been working on this machine relentlessly for 6 days straight. They are both very tired. Steve fees pressured. They only have one day left, and the machine is no where close to finished. Maybe runnable, barely, but not perfect by any means. Steve looks behind him to see the man with the gun snoring methodically behind a large piece of trash. "You know the plan, Ed, right?" Steve whispers to Ed. Ed nods "Got it." Steve quickly enters the launch codes. "This is it. I hope this works." If it didn't, well then they were dead, simply put. "Umm, where are we going again?" Ed asks. Steve beckons for him to be quiet, and the whispers "Were going in the past. I need to stop myself from creating the machine. I first started working on it, in 1975. Ed, this is where I will need you to come in. I didn't meet you until 1980, so you will have no recognition of me. You will need to do whatever it takes to keep me from building this machine, without disrupting the machine, and I will have to do my best at not being seen." Steve whispers. Ed gulps. "But-" Ed tries, but Steve cuts him off, and shoves him into the egg. He presses the button, and hops in with Ed. The man outside has awoke. Bullets bounce off the egg, and then stop, as they travel back in time.