The Versatile
Chapter 7's
There was a lot he didn't know about his father. Although Hazel had lived with him for seventeen years, it was still lacking to know her father further. But the thing Hazel remembers about her father and the hallmark of her father is that she never leaves anything for no apparent reason. Her father had made a message through Hazel and she had to know what it was.
At exactly eight in the morning the procedure will begin. They had all gathered in the room of forty-seven. Their faces looked tense. Hazel continued to bite her thumb and showed her sharp lower canine teeth.
Their equipment is ready, just ask for certainty they are all ready. Everyone nodded, they all walked closer to the machine. Sit in their seats in a circle. Wearing things like headphones and then wearing a bracelet. The bracelets were fused with each other.
Once all is ready the engine is turned on.
“Let's start,” said Hazel who then closed her eyes.
The men then started the engine. At first everything looks smooth, until Hazel seeps like electrocuted. Hazel's body shook, strangely the others did not. A few seconds later they were all unconscious.
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Hazel felt a terrible sting. His body felt like he had fallen from a building, but he did not feel dizzy at all. His body fell on the road. The road was quiet and made of iron. He felt pain when he fell.
Hazel looked around, there was no one. His friends are also not there. Hazel walked down this path. I don't know if it's a road or something, because Hazel didn't find any vehicles passing by.
“Carol! Laura! Thania! Rhona!” shout Hazel. But not one of them answered. “Wherever you are, answer me if you hear me!” yell Hazel again. Again there is no answer.
At the end of the street Hazel saw a house. The house looks strange to him. Shaped like a building in a small version. Hazel approached the house, and Hazel turned around. He didn't get a door or a window.
“What kind of place is this? is this really the place my dad went to?” ask Hazel to yourself. Because he's sure there's no human being here.
He approached the front of the place, the part facing the road. Something made him fall, but there was no stuff around. Hazel walks forward to find what made her fall.
“It's so weird, I don't see anything here.”
Hazel was still curious about this place. So he decided to look for something there. He felt his wall, something seemed to be a button or a bell. Hazel presses him, a small hole appears to insert a finger. Hazel hesitantly put it in.
“Aw,” Hazel pulls back her finger. It looks like it stabbed his finger. A few seconds later a door appeared. Hazel opened it and went in there. The room does not look like the outside. From the outside it looks small, while inside it is very broad.
“You! How can I get in here?” someone shows up and talks to Hazel.
“Something out, suddenly my hand felt pierced and the door was open, ” Hazel explained.
A man in black clothes approached her. His face looked old but, if clearly seen the man had no wrinkles at all on his face.
“You put your hand into the hole?”
“Hole? You mean that little hole?” ask Hazel and answer her directly, “ya.”
“Who are you?”
“I'm Hazel Skylar. Where am I anyway? I've never seen this place before. “ Hazel kept circling around the room.
“Try me to see your hand!” the man's orders. Hazel held out both hands. The man grabbed his hand and twirled it around like he was looking for something. Hazel pulled her hand from the man.
“What's up?” ask Hazel.
“I can't find your ID!”
“Oh, my ID might be left behind at home, I don't really remember to take it.” Hazel's face looked puzzled, of course all this time she didn't remember to carry her identification. Who would ask such a thing.
“Lest? All the IDs we give you will always stick to your wrist. How can I be left behind?”
As Hazel's face turned pale, she wasn't sure if her identification was on her wrist. Hazel scrunched her forehead. Trying to clear his mind again. For a moment the man was silent at Hazel. Hazel is also not sure where she really is. From the very beginning when he was in this place, he had not seen at all the things that he thought were ordinary.
“May I ask something Mr...” his speech was interrupted briefly. Hazel doesn't know what to call that person. Because Hazel doesn't know her name yet.
“Bane Armor,” the man suddenly just mentioned his name.
“Mr. Armor, what year is it now?”
Mr. Armor was silent for a while, trying to digest Hazel's unreasonable speech in her opinion. “Certainly year 3045. You're kidding me?” Mr. Bane laughed at Hazel, as if the question Hazel was asking was just a joke.
“3045?” hazel's face turned pale instantly, not knowing that the tools her father had made could carry her into the future. “Do you know my father? His name is Jason Skylar?”
“No, why?”
“It's okay,” just as soon as Hazel answered him. He didn't know this person very well, so it was better that he keep quiet about this matter.
“Alright, now you have to go to my house. Follow me!” Bane's orders.
Hazel followed Bane, her body feeling aching since then. Maybe this is what he needs, sleep for a while, then he finds out what his father left behind.
Red cars are environmentally friendly, with solar panel power can make this car run like a car in his day but the equipment is more sophisticated in this era. Even the lamborgini lost to the car. Of course it's the future.
“My wife is at home, tell her that I told you to stay there,” Bane told Hazel to get in the car. “This car will take you to my house and since your ID does not exist, wear this!” Bane gave an iron bracelet that read E17.
“What is this?” hazel asked as she picked up the bracelet and put it on her wrist. The bracelet did not feel heavy, but it was not light either. Like a Swiss Army watch.
“This is your ID for a while, I will make it for you tomorrow. Now go!”
The car was covered by itself and the car was moving towards its destination. Hazel doesn't really believe in that person, but she doesn't know this place. All he had to do now was wait.
Five minutes later Hazel had reached a house, her car entering the house itself when the door opened Hazel quickly got down from there. The first thing he did was to be silent in his place, without saying anything.
During the journey he could not see anything due to his closed window and invisibility. What he saw was very modern.
With a sophisticated security door, Hazel thinks that she has been in a space of time thousands of years away. If so, then he is the oldest person here.
Hazel approached the door, a sensor shook her hand. The door just opened, probably because of the bracelet he was wearing. He said, this is his ID.
“Who are you?” a man, no, rather a boy his age, was standing right in front of him. Her brown hair looks lovely. Hazel fell silent and then realized that the boy was talking to her.
“I Hazel,” she replied.
“Why are you using my father's car?” the boy looked at Hazel. “Where is my father now?”
“Wait! If your father's name is Bane Armor, he told me to stay at his house.”
The boy suddenly left, and Hazel was still in her place. A few minutes later the boy returned with a woman. His brown hair was just like that of the boy, and his eyes were more like those of a cat, just that blue colored eyes were looking at him anxiously. Hazel believes the woman is the mother of the boy, rather Bane's wife.
“Did Bane have given you ID?” ask the woman.
“Yes, why is everyone here always asking for ID anyway? Is it important to carry our ID at all times?” hazel asked, who then followed the woman and the boy to the living room.
“Of course Hazel, here the ID is like a life for us. If you don't have an ID then you'll be put in jail,” the boy then sit on a couch. “If you don't have an ID then you won't be able to go anywhere. Even out of the house.”
“Really? Meaning that ID is very important?” Hazel was still standing, and the woman went into the kitchen.
At first glance this house looks like a millennium house, but if you look carefully this house looks like a blend of ancient Greek centuries with whether a century when.
With the painting on the wall gives the impression of elegance and luxury. Similarly, the floor is not ceramic or wood, but a mixture of metal and steel. Hazel wonders if at night the floor will be cold.
Not long after that the woman returned with three cups of drink. “So how did you get here? Where are you from?” ask the woman.
Initially Hazel wanted to say that she was from the year two thousand seventeen, but she canceled her intentions. Maybe they won't believe it and assume it's all a joke. Moreover, he did not know what his father was hiding here.
“I'm from Indonesia.” I don't know what Hazel is trying to say that she's from Indonesia. All she remembers is Thania, and she doesn't know what country she's in. What is clear is definitely not in Indonesia, the people of Indonesia have a small body and brownish skin.
“Oh yes? It's an Asian country, why do you live there?” ask the boy.
“My father worked there, but now I don't know where he is. I'm looking for him here, since a few days ago he didn't give me any news. Yesterday he sent me a letter and it said find a father in ..” his sentence was interrupted before he finished it. Everything he said was a lie and he didn't know where he was now. “The last word was torn, so I can't read it.”
“Oh so,” the woman took her cup and thrust it into Hazel. Hazel thought the cup would be heavy and stuffy, but it was empty.
“Please drink,” said the woman. Hazel hesitated a little, whether they were crazy to take a sip of an empty cup, but Hazel followed them and took a sip.
As he gulped it down, a steam gushed out from it and filled his mouth making him feel his warm tea. It feels so good and warm. Even better than his tea.
How can an empty cup create such a delicious tea? But Hazel didn't ask, she knew what year it was, technology was more advanced than her time.
“My name is Josh, this is my mother Madelaine. Nice to meet you Hazel.” Josh put his cup together with his mother.
“Time to rest, Josh will show you your room,” said Madelaine.
Hazel walks after Josh, he looks really big from behind. The hallways of this house are also decorated with paintings. When he got to a room, Josh stopped right at his door. “This is your room. You can rest.”
“Thank you.” Reply Hazel, who then goes into her room and closes the door. The walls of the room were made of the same material as the floor.
It looks like this house is made of steel and metal. With a bed that looks ordinary but very soft for him to sleep on. His face was radiant when he found clothes that fit the size in the closet. Hazel wonders how all these clothes fit her body. Until then he was tired of tracing his own room which was actually quite spacious. Hazel fell asleep in her bed and fell asleep.