Dream-Less

--I wrote Time-Less for the sci-fi competition, so this is the follow on from that. xx--



I have Dreams. Dreams which I can't explain. Dreams that feel so real, it's as if they are memories. Sometimes I feel as if I am awake, and it's happening in front of me, other times, I just dream of nothing. It's either The Dream, or just a blank. Something happened to me in reality. Something I can't remember when I have my eyes open; but when I sleep, relive it in flashes.

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"Hide nothing, for time, which sees all and hears all, exposes all."

Sophocles

I've been careless already today.

The human almost saw me again, not that it would be a problem, seeing as how she does not recall meeting me.

That is the beauty of being Time.

I can change the world in a moment; I can prevent something from happening with a single thought, a click of my fingers.

Mostly, I cannot be bothered to expend the energy required for something such as that, but with this particular human, I seem to be saving her several times.

It is out of character for me.

All of the Unseen know it.

I myself do not understand my own deviation in behaviour and demeanour towards this simple human being who has nothing of subsequent interest about her, other than the ability to see the Unseen, she's a normal boring human.

She has a job, she lives in a flat, she breathes and eats and wastes me as though there is no consequence to her actions.

I pull the long dark cloak up further, to cover my face with its hood, and stepped in front of the window.

It was midday, so the bar was full of people, and the human was busy serving them. She wouldn't notice me if I was careful no human walked through me.

Now I look at her properly, she is quite fetching for a human; dark auburn hair, deep green eyes, a slim figure.

Yet these features which are found attractive to mere mortals are not appealing to those of the Unseen. Supposedly. 

Jason seems to find leering at human women in revealing clothing rather interesting.

I find it vulgar personally, and when he pointed out I was "stalking" Amelia Warren, I annoyed him for a whole month by rewinding and fast forwarding his days. I found that amusing.

I love watching people run to keep up with me, especially Jason, also known as Light. It punishes them for wasting me.

I stared through the foggy window, standing stock still in the rain. It fell straight through me, as though I wasn't there. I didn't feel wet, cold or was in the least bit distracted. The human was bustling between the full tables full of men, jovially shouting at each other and drinking a human liquid that reduces their awareness. 

Another wast of me.

These humans have no comprehension of what they do to me.

Right now, I was changing. Slowly but surely, changing.

I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop the pain. I couldn't stop what was happening to me.

It was the only thing I couldn't stop.

The one thing, even Time cannot control.

Yet I continued to watch her.

She was an enigma to me.

She raised her head, laughing at something a man said to her, and she placed a hand on his shoulder before turning to face the window.

Her eyes met mine, and I froze this moment. I just froze everything and stared at her as she stared back. It felt as though she could see into my soul.

Not that I have one of course.

But being seen at all was so... liberating.

I wondered what the other Unseen thought of me, Time, the epitome of all power, as I stood here, raindrops frozen in mid air; prevented from committing the suicidal dive to the ground, people running to escape the inescapable rain, frozen as they stamped through the puddles, the mucky water ceasing movement micrometres away from their clothing.

Yet, I do not care for their opinions.

They are lesser beings than I, and they know it.

Though I know both Grim and Jason despise me. However, both Elaine and Veronica, also known as Wind and Darkness, seem to not dislike me particularly. Though Elaine pesters me. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was experiencing the human emotion of worrying.

That is something we of the Unseen were also denied with the granting of our powers.

All of our emotions and physical embodiment was taken.

That was the price we paid for power.

Of course, we had no choice. The Creator just made us. I was the first, and am the oldest of all.

The First Creation. The most powerful of all.

The most cold hearted.

I deserve all the names I am given by the Unseen and the Lesser Unseen.

I closed my eyes, and opened them again, taking one last look at the human girl who was causing so much trouble.

I walked through the window, the people, tables and chairs until I was standing directly in front of her.

Her face was animated with that emotion called laughter, yet in her eyes I could see puzzlement, confusion and a small amount of fear.

I was the cause of these emotions in her eyes. Yet, if it wasn't for me, she would have died several times over.

I lifted my hand to her face, and touched her cheek. I felt her skin, yet couldn't feel the warmth. 

I sighed, and walked back out of the bar, unfreezing time as I disappeared from the window.

My destiny was to remain Unseen by all.

It is unfortunate this girl has managed to destroy that, I thought as I walked down the street, human couples striding through me under a single umbrella, business men holding newspapers over their heads as they ran to get under cover. They all ran through me.

I was invisible, intangible to these people. That's how I must remain.

I stared at the pavement and walked straight ahead, closing my eyes to the people walking through me and the foreign thoughts flowing through my mind as I left the bar where she was far behind me.

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