[ WP ] A time traveller is investigating the murder of his future self . His primary suspect is his past self .

A bright light illuminated my workshop suddenly, causing me to drop my tools on the table in front of me. A figure appeared at the opposite side of the small room, encased within a surreal shadow in the middle of the blinding light. Slowly the light faded, as I made out the visitor. It was me. 
 
 `` Wh-what are you- what am I...?'' I stumbled, unsure if I could even blink anymore. 
 
 `` I'm you from the future,'' the other me said. He appeared slightly older than I remembered from my mirror that morning. 
 
 `` So it works?'' I ask, wondering how else I would be there. 
 
 `` Yes, it works,'' he answered, obviously wondering why would I ask such a thing. 
 
 `` But why are you here?'' I asked, just noticing I was n't as happy as I would expect from meeting myself. Not me, the other me. I was dazed but ecstatic. The other me seemed like he had been crying. `` Are you ok?'' I asked myself. 
 
 His eyes widened, but then quickly relaxed. `` It's fine, but I just came to the wrong time.'' 
 
 `` You did n't mean to meet me here?'' 
 
 `` No, this is too late.'' His voice became cold. `` My work can still be recovered if I do it here.'' 
 
 `` Do what here?'' I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer. 
 
 The other me just stared as he pulled out a handheld device, much smaller than my phone. Upon pressing some buttons on the screen, the bright light returned enveloping him again until he quickly disappeared from the room. I'm not sure why, but I ran into the area of his departure before the light faded and everything went black. 
 
 I came to what seemed like hours later to find myself in my workshop, but I was n't alone. The other me- or some *other* other me was lying on the ground by the table, gasping for air. 
 
 `` What happened?'' I asked running to my side frantically. `` Did... *I* do this to you?'' 
 
 `` It's all wrong,'' he said, clutching his chest. Blood trailed around him, seeping through his closed fist. `` None of this makes sense.'' 
 
 Before I could speak, I noticed something odd. He did n't look younger than me. He was older. `` You're the *me* that I just met, are n't you?'' 
 
 `` Yes,'' he started, spitting up some blood. `` I pulled out my knife, but he grabbed it out of my hand and stabbed me before I could get to him.'' 
 
 `` But why?'' I yelled, desperate to understand why I would attempt to kill myself. 
 
 `` You try to fix one thing,'' he trailed off, his eyes losing focus. He became still and my mind turned into override. 
 
 This was me. I go back in time to kill myself, but my past self kills me instead. That's my future. But wait, where am I? The first me? 
 
 `` Do n't even try it,'' a voice called behind me. `` I do n't know why you guys came back, but I'm not letting you kill me'' 
 
 I turned around to see a much younger version of myself standing in the doorway, wielding a bloody knife in one hand and the handheld device in the other. He pushed a button and the light filled the room once again. A few moments later, I was alone.
