Infamy

The Sandman

Cole was glancing at the glow of the city, he stood at the top of his parents hotel, staring at the city lights that illuminated all around him. In about two months, his dead body would be found at the bottom of the building he stood on. He looked all around with a look of melancholy, he let out a sigh in disappointment, in himself, in his life and in this world. He heard a door open behind him, he turned his head to see who joined his company. It was his best and only friend, Sam Wells.

"Looking gloomy again?" Sam jested as he greeted his friend.

"Can't help it," Cole replied sullenly, "Sometimes I am just...tired..."

"I feel you," Sam answered, "What are we doing with ourselves?"

"I don't know," Cole replied, as he looked at his ginger friend, pale and scrawny, just like him, but he had a mass of orange freckles scattered about him.

"It sucks," Sam started, "We are both in the same situation, in community college, with no aspirations for the future..."

"Living with our parents," Cole continued, "no friends..."

"Except each other," Sam chimed in, "Everyone else sees us as losers."

"Well they'd be right," Cole commented, "No future, no friends...no hope..."

"Hopefully," Sam spoke up, "we will find our purpose soon."

"It better be soon," Cole answered, "I'm getting tired of this mundane, hopeless life."

"Keep holding on dude," Sam smacked Cole on the back, "I think there is something out there for us."

"You think so?" Cole inquired.

"I do," Sam nodded happily, "I bet the right thing is waiting for the perfect duo to arrive and own the show."

"Perfect duo," Cole chuckled, "We aren't very cinematic in any way, but I like the sound of it."

"Let's keep going," Sam said as he hooked his arm around his friend's neck, "we will find it one day and we will rock it."

"Yeah," Cole nodded back enthusiastically, then he changed the topic, "So how about the game yesterday?"

They bantered for awhile until Sam made his leave, he went back to his house and Cole went to his room.

Cole jumped into his bed, he was very tired, he had not slept well in days, he slowly closed his eyes and slumber followed almost immediately.

Cole was in a room, sand was pouring down like water, all around him, the sun was shining above him. Suddenly, two large arms made of sand, both larger than Cole, reached their hands towards Cole. Cole was scared, but he could not move.

"You have been chosen," said a deep voice that echoed all around Cole, "bear the power."

"Power?" Cole said, blinking in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"From here on out," the deep voice continued, "sand will be your greatest asset, not the sand on beaches, or the sand of the dessert, but the sand within the mind."

"Sand within the mind," Cole uttered to himself.

"Dreams are made of this sand," the voice stated, "you will learn, coincide and control this sand to your will...it is a great power...it is a limitless power..."

"Limitless power..." Cole whispered, "I don't understand."

"Your life is about to change, Cole Braxton," the voice resumed, "With a hand to the head, you will unlock another's mind to your desires..."