1973
July 5th, 1973, New York City, Earth 11052.
A figure clad in a heavy winter coat in the middle of July sped down an alley, a kid trailing him. The kid panted, not really sure what was happening but okay with that. He didn’t need to know what was happening, all he knew was that he was getting a thrill better than roller coasters.
The figure on the other hand was not having fun. He refused to look behind him for more than three seconds to make sure the kid was still there. He was focused on the task at hand - stay away from the asshole who’s been a real thorn in his side for the last month.
The kid started to slow down. “Can we take a break?” He whined, stopping in his tracks.
The figure huffed, grabbing the kid’s hand. “C'mon, kid.” 25 year old Toddrick Mortimer Toynbee-Tolansky dragged the 7 year old version of himself behind him. The 7 year old moved as fast as his small legs could carry him, trying to keep in time with the slightly taller man. Neither of them were made for this much walking, not that either would admit it. Especially not the older to the younger.
“Are we almost there?” Todd whined, “I’m tired.”
“Just a few more steps.” Mortimer picked the kid up, holding him close in his puffy jacket. “Ready?”
He waited to feel him nod before tapping the back of his shoes with the front. The bottoms light up blue, power humming through the shoes. Older him picked up speed, turning to a run. The shoes sparked, lightning arching around the two.
“Stop!” A voice thundered from behind. “You better stop, Sparks!”
Mortimer kept running, ignoring the small zaps of lightning hitting him. Todd curled in on himself, hiding from the lightning.
“Stop!” The voice thundered again.
The lightning ripped a hole through the concrete, a swirling void rimmed by blue lighting right under their feet. Mortimer fell in, holding younger him close as they fell through time.