Ever since I was born, no one saw my eyes. Not my parents, not the doctor, not a friend, family or loved one. Because whenever I open my eyes. Time stops.
My name is Gregory, currently seventeen years old, I am currently sitting in class. A red blindfold covering my eyes, my weapons, my secret that no one knows of. The teacher is talking and talking and talking, I could hear the board slowly fill up with words and information. My classmate next to me will tap on my shoulder and tell me when the board is full. I'll time stop and write everything down when I get that signal. That's how I study in school.
I am overwhelmed by noises, students at the back chatting, the ones on my right enjoying a snack, trying their best not to alert the teacher. A student near the door is tapping her foot nervously, waiting desperately for class to end.
I feel a finger press on my shoulder, I take off the blindfold, my classmates lean in trying to take a glimpse of my eyes. But the moment I open my eyes they freeze.
Everything does. I look at the board and sigh ,"I already know this."I mumbled to myself and left the class. I did know it, I read many books, did so many activities. It is very easy when you have the time, of course the
only problem is that I do need to rest. I am but human after all..Right?I step in the class next to mine and smile at my girlfriend, I sit on her desk and gently feel her beautiful black hair move between my fingers. She is beautiful, mind and body. I only wish that I can look at her in the eyes, and tell her that.
I left school, and headed down the street. I went to our local library and went through the shelves, checking if they added anything new. I found a book containing some short Chinese fairy tales. It was an interesting quick read.
I went out to the street and walked. I did not have a specific destination, I just walked. I passed by a bakery, I paused and looked at myself in the reflection of the very clean and shiny glass. I took my sweet time to look at my own eyes. My
hand gently sits on the glass, slowly moving over near my eyes' reflection.
"I..Why are they so beautiful?"I stared at my own light blue eyes, tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. I shook my head and walked in the bakery, I took a loaf of chocolate bread. I checked the prices for today then paid the baker.
A while later I got tired and sat down near a potted plant at the street, I closed my eyes. "One...two.."I counted slowly, time would continue after I have closed my eyes for a hundred units. I don't have a name for it, but I am
sure it is not seconds or any conventional time unit.
I stretched looking at the latest landmark, a woman watching her boyfriend and dad having a rap battle. Beautiful.
"One more area. It won't hurt."I stretched my legs and kept walking, I found a street dog sitting around, perfect to be pet. I sat on the dirty road and gave the dog a few pets. Feeling his soft fur flow between my fingers. What did I
have to worry about? Flees? bites? Bacteria? None mattered. None moved. "What is that?"I saw smoke from the distance, I headed over to it almost running. Then I saw it, a paused car crash, a beautiful picture painted by flames, smoke, and metal. I stood there amused by its horrifying but charming beauty. I did that.
As I moved closer I saw the people, no one seemed too injured, the air bags worked, and for others they were wearing seatbelts. No serious injuries.But then I saw it, a car with three people. A father and his two daughters, I
suppose. The father threw his body in front of his daughter, a sharp piece of metal impaling him.
I am not a doctor, but I read tens, maybe hundreds of medical references and books. The hit is fatal if he does not get to the hospital urgently...
Not my problem.
I walked away sighing, the nearest hospital was far away. I cannot do anything. After a few minutes, I gulp and run back to that car. I take a closer look at the people inside. The father's hair turned white with only a few black strands remaining, his first daughter looks about my age. I look at him for a moment, and imagine if my father was there. Throwing his life away for mine, would I hesitate to time stop for my own father ?
I don't know.
I look at his other daughter, she was gripping a letter in her hand, acceptance to a job, it looks fancy.
When I look at the father more I notice many oil stains on his clothes and sun burns on his skin.
A hard working father, so happy that his daughter got accepted into an amazing job. Probably going to celebrate.
"Why am I doing this?" I wondered as I walked down the street, dragging my legs as the weight of the time-frozen man was resting on my shoulders.
Why does gravity has to work on objects I touch? Oh right, so food won't float in my throat
"I can't believe I am doing this, stupid , stupid!" I yelled at myself. I carried the man for a while, I would take a break every now and then, placing the man gently on the ground whenever I was too tired. I would lie down or sit down if there was some place to rest my back.The sun was scorching, I did pause time at noon after all. I would close my eyes and count in my mind, making sure I do not zone out or resume time by accident. I stood up again and put the man on my shoulders, I huffed and groaned, my back hurt, my shoulders hurt, my legs hurt, and my feet hurt.
My heart was beating like an energetic child with drums.
Will this man even survive? I wondered as I moved forward. My legs moved in a stable pace, my thoughts on the other hand were running around aimlessly.
I began wondering about my own death, when I die will my powers disappear? If I die with my eyes open, will time remain frozen forever? Will I curse humanity?
After that I wondered about life, will there be a way to alter my condition? Will anyone know about my powers? Will my
loved ones be able to look into my eyes? Will my children inherit my powers? If they do..Doesn't that mean
I cursed them?
"whoa!"I fell down on the cold, harsh road. The man on my back did not help the situation either. "Shit!" I grunted and cursed loudly, gently sliding from under the man, I feared that any sudden movements in stopped time might worsen his
I could feel something warm on my arm, I injured myself on fall and I was bleeding a little. Only a few scrapes on my arm As soon as blood stopped being a part of my body it froze in time as well, making droplets, floating in
It was not the first time I hurt myself in this condition, I was prepared. I bit on the rag which was my blind fold, I used antiseptic, the liquid floated, but I grabbed it and rubbed it on my skin. I grunted in pain then applied a band-aid.
Why am I doing this? If time stopping is some sort of method my specie uses to protect itself, why is my survival instinct not kicking in? Why am I allowing myself to use it in something that can lead to me getting hurt and exhausted?
Is the sympathy I feel to this man my humanity? Or is it something else that wants me to believe that I'm human?
No point in thinking too much. I should focus on the matter at hand.
I could see the hospital if I squinted. I am close, just a little more. I carried the man, at this point my feet were burning, it hurt a lot.But I am so close. If I am so close, is it fine if I leave the man here? Someone will find him. But what if they don't? By passing by I was merely someone who knew. But when I dragged him out of that car, this became my obligation.
I shouldn't have done it. I will collapse on my way back to school. Then people will know, even if they didn't know about time stopping. Disappearing from school suddenly and appearing on the street somewhere. No, I do not want to be experimented on, I do not want to live running away from mad scientists either.
The hospital is in sight now, "You have to be kidding me." There was heavy traffic near the hospital. I was about two hundred meters away.
I took a deep breath then gently put the man down. "I don't have a driving License. And I doubt that the cars would move
anyway." I looked at my options. And then I got an idea. The lanes were separated by a stone barrier, I would switch lanes whenever I did not have enough space to move freely.It was a struggle having to carry the man between lanes, but It would hurt a lot trying to squeeze the two of us between cars.
I shouldn't get too hurt in stopped time. And I have no idea what might happen to him.
"Finally."I smiled and entered the hospital, I gently placed the man on a wheel chair and pushed him inside, I put him near a few doctors and nurses drinking their coffee. They should know what to do."I don't think I can do any better." I said, and left the hospital.
On my way out I could swear, that someone was watching me. smiling at me, showing gratitude.
"Must be my imagination.".
I barely returned to school, I sat down on my chair, resting my body on my desk, panting like a dog.I drank two liters of water, I took a very long break, I went to the bathroom because I drank two liters of water.
And after what I would assume is thousands of time stopped units, I resumed time.And went on with my day as usual.
And here I am, sitting on the beach side, hearing waves crash against the rocks roughly.
I could also hear rumors, how a man magically teleported from the claws of
death to the gentle embrace of life.
People wondered what magical power or mysterious creature saved the man.
I think I know the answer to that.
What I did was stupid, had no survival benefit to me, it was irrational, reckless.
Haha that settles it.
What saved him was a human, and his name is Gregory.