JohnSmith
09-19-2014, 08:10 AM
I'm basically living a Gods life
I'm special, not genius special, nor am I short yellow bus special.
No, i'm a very special type of special, a special special if you
will. you see, I have the power to stop time. I first discovered
it when I was around thirteen. I noticed that when I concentrated
hard enough on something that everyone around me would stop and I
would be the only one left moving. I controlled time.
Having this talent was quite fun at first, you know, things like
cheating on tests and sleeping in the middle of class for hours on
end and then picking back up where I left off. Nowadays it's still
amazingly fun but it has it's drawbacks. Whenever I try to really
think about things, things like work problems or relationship issues
i'll find that hours will pass without even noticing. this
leads me to have three week days. life goes so slowly now that I
can think about everything I do and say before doing or saying anything.
I have determined I don't age while in this state so technically I am
immortal. Anyways that's beside the point of this story.
It was a typical morning for me. I would wake up and unfreeze time to see
the sun rising outside, just where I left off as normal. I would then get
up and get dressed and ready for work. Shower? check, Breakfast? check, brush
teeth? check, Suit? check Keys? check wallet? check, Rifle? check Oh? Did I
mention what the job actually was?
Technically I work for the government. When I was sixteen
I sat down and thought about who had the most authority in my
town, then I made the decision to tell the local police chief about my certain abilities.
In hopes I could get a job in some way. At first he laughed, as would any sensible person.
I decided to prove it too him by stopping time, taking his gun and then proceeding to go
stand in the corner twirling it cowboy style around my finger. Of course this
almost got me shot, I say almost because as soon as the deputy drew his gun I
proceeded to clear the entire station of weapons and drop them all at the
poor police chiefs feet. It was stupid, I know but I was sixteen and absurdly
immature with my abilities. S.W.A.T was called, Detectives showed up, people
went crazy. They even called a HAZMAT team. I was quickly transported to an
interrogation room, at my consent of course. Some guys in suits showed up just
like in the movies and In six years I was working as a special operative. I went
anywhere they wanted me too and killed anyone they told me too. And then, at the
end of the month, I would get payed 216,000 for my troubles.
This case wasn't very special. find this Chinese politician, set up shop across the
street then take him out with one well placed bullet. After that retrieve the
bullet, bleach the DNA and get back to the plane. all in the blink of an eye.
The only time that I would spend in real time was when the bullet was flying.
So I did just that. as soon as I got off the plane I stopped time And started
walking towards my target 2.4 mile south south east into the bustling city. not to bad. It took me
forty five minutes to lug my rifle case to the building opposite of the man's
hotel. Once there I sat on the roof waiting to see the face that was ingrained
in my memory from Briefing. 0800 hours that's when he was scheduled for pickup.
0757 0758 0759 There! He was one minute early but I saw him anyways. There he
was, in the crowd. I stopped time and began setup of my M110. I unzipped the case
to reveal all the parts of my instrument. I grabbed the cold black stock and barrel,
threading them together. Next was the scope, I clipped that on with a click and dialed it
to the correct distances. I set up my bipod on the concrete ledge and threaded my silencer
onto the end before setting it into position. I looked into the scope, My finger
lay next to the trigger, numb. I aimed. Moved my finger onto the cold steel of
the trigger. That's when something caught my eye, something glimmered.
"everyone is frozen" I thought to myself That's when I aimed up and saw on
the rooftop adjacent was someone else. moving, waiting, aiming. That's when
I realised that the glimmer was a scope and that I was going to die.
I'm special, not genius special, nor am I short yellow bus special.
No, i'm a very special type of special, a special special if you
will. you see, I have the power to stop time. I first discovered
it when I was around thirteen. I noticed that when I concentrated
hard enough on something that everyone around me would stop and I
would be the only one left moving. I controlled time.
Having this talent was quite fun at first, you know, things like
cheating on tests and sleeping in the middle of class for hours on
end and then picking back up where I left off. Nowadays it's still
amazingly fun but it has it's drawbacks. Whenever I try to really
think about things, things like work problems or relationship issues
i'll find that hours will pass without even noticing. this
leads me to have three week days. life goes so slowly now that I
can think about everything I do and say before doing or saying anything.
I have determined I don't age while in this state so technically I am
immortal. Anyways that's beside the point of this story.
It was a typical morning for me. I would wake up and unfreeze time to see
the sun rising outside, just where I left off as normal. I would then get
up and get dressed and ready for work. Shower? check, Breakfast? check, brush
teeth? check, Suit? check Keys? check wallet? check, Rifle? check Oh? Did I
mention what the job actually was?
Technically I work for the government. When I was sixteen
I sat down and thought about who had the most authority in my
town, then I made the decision to tell the local police chief about my certain abilities.
In hopes I could get a job in some way. At first he laughed, as would any sensible person.
I decided to prove it too him by stopping time, taking his gun and then proceeding to go
stand in the corner twirling it cowboy style around my finger. Of course this
almost got me shot, I say almost because as soon as the deputy drew his gun I
proceeded to clear the entire station of weapons and drop them all at the
poor police chiefs feet. It was stupid, I know but I was sixteen and absurdly
immature with my abilities. S.W.A.T was called, Detectives showed up, people
went crazy. They even called a HAZMAT team. I was quickly transported to an
interrogation room, at my consent of course. Some guys in suits showed up just
like in the movies and In six years I was working as a special operative. I went
anywhere they wanted me too and killed anyone they told me too. And then, at the
end of the month, I would get payed 216,000 for my troubles.
This case wasn't very special. find this Chinese politician, set up shop across the
street then take him out with one well placed bullet. After that retrieve the
bullet, bleach the DNA and get back to the plane. all in the blink of an eye.
The only time that I would spend in real time was when the bullet was flying.
So I did just that. as soon as I got off the plane I stopped time And started
walking towards my target 2.4 mile south south east into the bustling city. not to bad. It took me
forty five minutes to lug my rifle case to the building opposite of the man's
hotel. Once there I sat on the roof waiting to see the face that was ingrained
in my memory from Briefing. 0800 hours that's when he was scheduled for pickup.
0757 0758 0759 There! He was one minute early but I saw him anyways. There he
was, in the crowd. I stopped time and began setup of my M110. I unzipped the case
to reveal all the parts of my instrument. I grabbed the cold black stock and barrel,
threading them together. Next was the scope, I clipped that on with a click and dialed it
to the correct distances. I set up my bipod on the concrete ledge and threaded my silencer
onto the end before setting it into position. I looked into the scope, My finger
lay next to the trigger, numb. I aimed. Moved my finger onto the cold steel of
the trigger. That's when something caught my eye, something glimmered.
"everyone is frozen" I thought to myself That's when I aimed up and saw on
the rooftop adjacent was someone else. moving, waiting, aiming. That's when
I realised that the glimmer was a scope and that I was going to die.