The bright lights of Manhattan shine from across the bridge from Queens to the island. It beckons me forward as I walk along the side of the bridge. I'm not even sure if I'm supposed to be there, but if I don't get stopped it shouldn't matter.
The river is a dark green, such a vivid color contrasts the silver and metallic flavor of the city. Every path we take we must cross a river.
I have no idea where I am supposed to go. I don't have my phone, I know Manhattan decently, but I'll have trouble finding my way around. I know their was a subway around here, it could still be there.
Oh yeah, I keep writing in the first person. I just realized that. It's kind of odd, isn't it? I can almost see the memories replaying themselves in my head as I write. It could be something to do with the jacket, maybe it's giving me a photographic memory.
As I walk through Manhattan, I constantly have the feeling that someone is trailing me. It could just be that I'm back in the place where their was the attack. Maybe their out to get me.
It's a chill on the back of my neck. Like someone is striking it. I turn around. It's him. The white man. He's sitting on a bench, a black and white magazine sitting in his gloved hands. He looks up at me, his purple eyes staring me down. He slowly shakes his head. He knows where u am going with all this.
Then, he's gone. I see it this time staring ton. It's not a flash, he just whisked himself away, leaving purple smoke where he was sitting. And a newspaper.
No one seems to care. Their aren't a lot of people on the street, but nobody seems to care that a strangely-dressed man just vanished into thin air. I walk over to where he was sitting. What? The newspaper is from a month into the future.
I knew now I was getting into something much bigger than myself. I don't know anything about time travel, and I don't want to be involved in it. But something was calling to me. My heart was poisoning inside my chest, pulsating like a dying star.
I have an impulse to read the paper, but no. It's a bad idea. I could create a paradox or alter the version of the universe or something insane. I just wanted to try and help some people out, not alter the outcome of the universe.
Of this person, this man, has powers similar to me. Will I be able to teleport like that? Or will I be confined to blink a few inches. I focus my mind. Trying to find it in me. I want to go to a diner. I recall one near my Dad's studio; moonstruck diner.
Yes I see it now. I open my eyes. Their is a sound, the air turns to most around me and I feel like I'm choking, my body thrashes, then it ends, the mists fade and I appear in fort of it. The perfect location.
No one cares. No one seems to notice that I can move as fast as light. It comes at a cost. I feel starved. Like I had walked the entire way. Like I would vomit if I had food in my stomach.
I out my hands in my pockets. I have no money on me. I could try to use that mind control on the waiter, but these powers seem so inconsistent...
I realize I need to take the risk. In starving and high and dehydrated and that I would die if I didn't sit down and have some food. I bring walking forward, taking slow steps towards the diner. I open up the glass door, and wait at the front desk.
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The Man in the White Jacket
Ciencia FicciónLance was never an average kid, but after he's granted strange powers from an outside force, his life is turned around as he confronts the world around him, trying to change it for the better.
