[ WP ] You are brought forward in time by freedom fighters , in order to stop an evil dictator from taking over the world . When you ask why they chose you to help them , they explain that the dictator is your future self .

“ Holy shit this is just like The Terminator! ” I thought to myself as my new masked friends hurried me through a sparsely lit tunnel. Their appearance out of the blue while I was sitting in my apartment was definitely a shock, to be sure, but their argument was convincing. They needed my help. I couldn ’ t possibly believe WHY they needed MY help, but I figured anyone who had the ability to just appear out of thin air either knew what they were talking about, or had made one HELL of a mistake and I was in for the ride of my life! 
 
 Low rumblings could be heard from time to time coming from above the tunnel, the lights flittering back and forth in the aftermath. Dust was falling from the ceiling like tiny snow flurries. Ever forward we moved, my abductors steadily making a fast but not uncomfortable pace to keep up with. Two of them were in front, leading the way while one was behind me. I still had no clue as to why I was here, but my eyes were drinking up everything they fell on. Finally, I had to ask. 
 
 “ So, guys, this is neat and all, but could you tell me why you happen to need me? ” I looked behind me and dared a glance at the man keeping up the rear. His eyes locked with mine, and a shadow of something, although briefly, swam across them. Doubt; that was doubt. Obviously this one didn ’ t believe I could help them with whatever it was the two in front believed I could help them with. Hell, I didn ’ t either! I flashed a wide smile in his direction. His eyebrows furrowed, and that shadow once again passed over them. Obviously, this man hated teeth. The rumbles from above sounded like they were getting louder, possibly a little more violent as well? 
 
 “ This may come as shock to you, but this is the future. ” The woman on the left in front of me said. Her voice was horse and raspy, but not unpleasant. It also sounded a bit stressed. She seemed like a Holly. I usually like Holly ’ s. I wish I could see her face though, I bet it was pretty. Probably smudged with dirt. 
 
 “ THE FUTURE!? ” I exclaimed, “ Well, that actually doesn ’ t shock me too much, given how I was acquired. ” The man on the right in front of me grunted. I took it as an acknowledgment. So far Holly was the only one to speak to me, but I didn ’ t mind. I had the feeling they all felt that I was important. Not just like, a little bit important, but HUGELY important. The two men were probably just in awe. Probably never met someone important like me before. Although, I still had no idea WHY I was so important to these people. 
 
 “ Sooo, being whisked away to the future to scramble through a hallway is pretty neat and all Holly. ” I began. 
 
 “ Who? ” the woman asked, bringing the party to a stop. “ Why did you call me that? ” Her eyes now flashed that same brief shadow that the man in the rear had shown, except hers seemed to contain more fear than doubt. 
 “ What? Oh, sorry, you just seemed like a Holly to me. I didn ’ t even really realize I had said that out loud, to be honest. ” I wasn ’ t being honest, but I didn ’ t want to come off as a complete freaktard. “ What is your name, by the way? ” 
 
 “ Holly is fine, just call me that. ” Her eyes seemed to relax at that point, and she started us walking again. Strange, there was definitely a brief, palpable moment of uneasiness that had happened. But whatever, I was in the future, and important. And being showered in dust now apparently! Those rumbles are definitely getting louder and more violent! Our pace seemed to be quickening as well, the straight hallway lending itself to more turns at this point. 
 
 “ Anyway, as I was saying, why did you bring me here? ” I said as another rumble from above made its presence known. I could swear I now heard faint shouting from behind us, a long ways down the tunnel from where we had come. 
 
 “ As I said, you can help us. Now quickly, come in here. ” Holly said as we came upon a large door. This was seemingly the end of the hallway. The two men began twisting the large wheel that was on the front of the door, the gears squeaking rivaling the now ever present rumblings. That was also definitely shouting that I heard coming from behind us. The door swung open exactly like a heavy door should. Funny how in the future everything still seemed so low tech. 
 
 We made our way inside. The room was dark; as dark as pitch. I had never really seen pitch before, but I knew it as a literary term. The door closed behind us with a satisfying thunk, and the unmistakable sound of it locking. The rumbling that was ever present in the hallways could not be heard from in here, the giant door seemed to muffle out most of the sound. All that was audible, besides the shuffling of my companions feet, were what sounded like far away fire-crackers from the outside of the door. 
 
 “ We must do this now. ” A male voice sounded softly through the dark. That must have been one of my male companions, although I could not tell which. I was filled with excitement. I wondered what my adventure would bring. 
 
 “ Yes, now! ” Another male voice joined the conversation. That one sounded younger. It had a hint of urgency in it. The fire-cracker noises from outside the door were, unbelievably, getting louder. Although I was excited, I began to feel a little uneasy, as I guess I should have from the start. 
 
 “ All right you guys, can you tell me now why I ’ m here? ” I asked, hoping I conveyed the proper mix of excitedness and trepidation. A hand lightly came to rest on my left shoulder. Judging by the weight, I guessed it was Holly. I was glad it was Holly, I kind of liked her. 
 
 “ Yes. ” She said, as the lights came on. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the light, but when they did, I couldn ’ t speak. The room was smaller than I thought, and barren. One chair sat facing the wall directly opposite of the giant door. On that wall was a painting. A GIANT painting. Of, me? The me in the picture was wearing a black uniform with an armband that contained a tilted swastika made of scythes. The look on his face, my face, was pure anger. In the background, a city was razing, endless dead strewn about. This couldn ’ t be real, could it? Although given what had happened so far, could it? 
 
 I hadn ’ t noticed that I had moved closer to the painting until Holly gently guided me into the chair, her hand still on my shoulder, her grip just a little surer of itself then it had been moments before. “ I don ’ t…I don ’ t understand. ” The words were barely able to form inside my head, never mind my mouth. 
 
 “ This is you, thirty years from now. ” She glanced at that grotesqueness hanging on the wall. When she did, her grip tightened a little more. “ We don ’ t have the time to tell you exactly everything you did, but I can tell you this; you are Evil. Pure, unadulterated EVIL. ” The words left her mouth and entered my head like the foreign objects they were. I couldn ’ t say anything. I couldn ’ t BELIEVE anything. I tried to stand up on legs made of uncertainty, but the now firm grip on my shoulder kept me in place. I couldn ’ t help but stare at him. He stared back at me. A sudden noise from the door behind me brought part of my mind back to the present. It sounded like a harsh, metallic whirring noise. 
 
 “ Now! We must do this NOW! ” The older gentleman roared. The words were flung at Holly. While I was involved with the painting, the two men had produced weapons, and were nervously casting glances between Holly, me, and the door. Holly was obviously in charge of this situation. I looked up at her, noticing that her eyes no longer had a shadow in them, but were full on telling their emotions like a bad poker player. Anger, hatred, some pity, but mostly malicious thoughts were in those eyes. Holly no longer seemed nice. In her left hand resided a pistol, gently twitching against her leg. The whirring noise pierced through the air. 
 “ Wait! You said I could help! I ’ ve seen movies; I can stop this somehow, right!? That ’ s why you came to get me? Talk to your superiors! Talk to your scientists! Hell, talk to anyone! ” I bawled at the lady beside me. I would give anything to stop this from being my fate. To stop whatever HE had done. 
 
 “ Yes. Yes you can help us. ” Her voice came softly. It was hard to hear over the noise. 
 
 “ How?! ” My words were desperation incarnate. 
 
 “ You can die. ” With that she raised her pistol. 
 
 And I did.
