Chapters (27)
- Chapter 01:00: Elle
- Chapter 02:00: The Predictive
- Chapter 03:00: MC2
- Chapter 04:00: Oops
- Chapter 05:00: Leap 2048
- Chapter 06:00: Ferrari Forever
- Chapter 07:00: Names
- Chapter 08:00: Undercover
- Chapter 09:00: Cake
- Chapter 10:00: Game
- Chapter 11:00: The Red Hat
- Chapter 12:00: The Understory
- Chapter 13:00: Rite of Passage
- Chapter 14:00: The Law of The Jungle
- Chapter 15:00: Eve
- Chapter 16:00: Mind Over Matter
- Chapter 17:00: To Bake My Bread
- Chapter 18:00: Survival of The Fittest
- Chapter 19:00: 0 To 60 In 1.4 Seconds
- Chapter 20:00: The Predictive
- Chapter 21:00: 2100
- Chapter 22:00: Infinites
- Chapter 23:00: 3-Leap
- Chapter 00:00: Continuum
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Extract from The Time-Thief
I stood up. ‘Doesn’t MC also mean Mixer of Chronology? That’s what it said online. And Master of Ceremonies?’
‘Yeah. Maestro. Elle, isn’t it? And Microphone Commando in hip hop and any other meaning you wannit to mean,’ he said. ‘I don’t wanna confuse no one. But words are my specialisation. I like what they can do.’
‘If you’re a criminal, you are a liar because you don’t want to get caught. So you could be lying to us now.’
I sat down, embarrassed. That didn’t come out the way I wanted. I was happy and scared at the same time. I loved the way he made words sound like music but I didn’t trust him. He was a criminal. He must have told lies to escape the police.
‘I ain’t a crim no more, Elle. An’ I never told lies. When they caught me, I told the truth. I had to go back in time and replace everythin’ I’d stolen so I didn’t mess up history and vice versa.’
By messing up history, he meant you had to be careful when you went back in the past in case you swatted a fly and Hitler ended up winning World War Two. We did that in Sixth Year. I stood up again.
‘Is it a poem about vices like greed and gluttony?’ My voice was speaking before I could stop it.
‘No.’ He blinked. ‘Vice versa’s same as the other way round. I also had to find all the watches I’d sold in the past and bring them back to the present.’
‘Did you kill anyone?’
Mrs C Eckler brought her eyebrows down to her eyes. I think she was cross. But I had to know whether he was bad or mega bad. He smiled.
‘Never killed no one. Live by the knife, die by the knife.’
I remember wishing he didn’t talk in riddles. What had knives got to do with it if he never killed anybody? Big Ben put his hand up.
‘If you killed your dad in the past, will you die?’
‘As I said . . .’ He scrunched up his eyebrows. ‘I never killed no one. But you’re right. You wouldn’t exist if you killed your dad. Your dad wouldn’t meet your mum and hatch you. It would be a time paradox. Heard of the Grandfather Paradox? Same thing. Don’t think it’s ever happened.’ He looked at Mrs C Eckler, who cleared her throat.
‘Could you say something about the work you do NOW?’
But before MC2 had time to respond, Jake said: ‘Did you ever steal watches from the future?’
Trust Jake to ask this. He’s always in trouble and I think he was asking for criminal tips rather than to learn from someone else’s mistakes.