1. Time: Chapter 2


    Date: 4/16/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Author: OzOlvera, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    look not from around here."` "You are correct, sir. I come from India. That's all you get, now it's time for fun." "Oz..OZ! Wake up!" I am awoken from my forced slumber by an angel. Grace? No, what the hell. "GRACE?!" I sit up slowly and rub my head where I was hit. "Hey, Ozzy." She smiles softly and I check my surroundings. I'm no longer outside. I wonder how long I was out. I'm still a bit dazed. MY head has been roughly bandaged up and I can feel it throbbing. Grace looks beautiful. She's wearing the same style of clothing I got here in. She's dressed like a tom-boy. If I hadn't seen her face every day..I'd have never guessed it was her. What the hell is going on? "Grace..what..what are you doing here? Where ARE we?" I ask with a tinge of nervous excitement. "Oz, I didn't think they'd throw you in so soon. I thought we had more time." She looks down morosely. "More time? Time for what? What are you talking about, Grace?" Her brown beret frames her head perfectly. We're in a bedroom. The bed I'm assuming she'd lain me in after she found me was not comfrotable at all. I stand up and face her. She thinks for a moment. Her eyes darting away from me and up to the right. She's not lying. ""Oz, I'm with Fringe. Your family..the Olveras..The Family. We've been enemies for years. Fringe started me early on. I'm been changing history since I was 12." Her eyes are icy as she recounts her story to me. I sit stunned and unable to speak. My head throbs again. I wince. It is only then ...
    that I notice a shotgun strapped to her back. "Grace, I still don't even fully understand what's going on. You say we're enemies but why are you here? With me?" "My most recent assignment was to secure Jack the Ripper and make him work us. For Fringe. With his accusition Fringe would control London in the night. Assasinations and such." I shudder. "Gramps said my mission was to protect, Jack. I still haven't seen him. Who is he?" Grace sighs and takes off her shotgun and aims it squarely at my chest. "I'm sorry, Oz." She fires the first round and my body moves faster than my mind. I pivot on my right foot and the blast grazes my side and goes into the wall behind me. I yelp from the pain and she looks sad. She pumps it and readies for her next. In that second..that moment her pump comes back down I step inwardly toward her and attempt to position the barrel up. I grab it and push up only to be met by a swift kick to my mid-section. I stumble back and fall onto the bed. I remember the gun I showed up here with and reach for it but it's gone. She smiles and moves her coat aside to show me that she has it. "Sorry, Ozzy. Couldn't have you shooting back now could I?" She pumps again and levels the gun at my chest. The blood from the shot to my side is increasing in flow. I hold my side and hold my other hand up in surrender. She pauses but keeps the gun on me. "Grace, WHAT THE HELL?! First gramps does this weird shit and then you show up and you're trying to kill me?! SERIOUSLY?! ...