The Three Ages of Gwen - 1
"Come on, you dweeb Grandpa will be waiting for us."
Gwen Tennyson laughed as she ran after her cousin towards the Rustbucket, the old camper van that her grandfather had been using to drive them around the country all summer. When she had first heard about the trip, two things had upset her more than anything. Firstly, been stuck in a vehicle that looked like it was been held together with duct tape and not much else. Secondly, having to spend the entire summer not just with her grandfather, but also with the idiot that was her cousin, Ben Tennyson.
She was dressed in her usual clothing a light blue top with darker blue sleeves that came to just over her elbows, white Capri pants and trainers, with her red hair held back by a single clip. The top had her favourite cat motif on the front. As for Ben, he was wearing that shirt and shorts combo again.
The holiday had started badly, and had threatened to get w
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Gwendolyn looked over at the same time as young Gwen was looking at her, the quizzical look in her eyes that she remembered so well from her youth.
"Ysshs," Gwen said as she looked down at herself. She had no idea how all three of them had ended up in the same place at the same time whenever that was but she had recognised Gwendolyn the moment they had carried her into the room. It may have been six years, but some things still stood out in her memory.
Gwendolyn turned to her and mumbled "nidewhsdngts?"
"Nnn," Gwen replied as she shook her head. She watched as her older self started to wriggle her upper body, trying to work loose the bands of tape that were holding her arms in place, but with little success.
"You can keep struggling all you want," she heard a voice say as a door silently opened, "but you won't break free and so long as you are silenced, there is not a thing you can do about
The Three Ages of Gwen - Part 3Gwendolyn stepped back, frozen as she looked at the older version of herself. She didn't even notice as two of the guards approached and pulled her arms behind her back, cuffing them together as her younger selves were grabbed.The Three Ages of Gwen - Part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Tsntpsble," Younger Gwen said as she struggled to get free, looking at her sixteen year old self as she was also held. "It just cannot be possible," Gwendolyn finally said, "We cannot all be mmmdgsmdgm" Her voice was silenced as a thick cloth was tied into her mouth, pulled back so that the corners of her mouth were pulled against her cheekbones.
"Get the three of them out of here," Eon said as she stepped forward, "I will decide what to do with these three doppelgangers of myself in due course." The three redheads were led off, struggling as Eon turned back to a monitor.
"Who was right?"
Ben looked at his grandfather as they both backed out of the Rust Bucket, having reverted to his human form,