Soul Thought

Of Dreams

                                                   Of dreams

 

I don’t remember falling asleep – or passing out for that matter.

I also wasn’t sure if it was my thought producing skills or his telekinesis which brought us into the dream together, all that I was sure of was that I now had to deal with an intruder into my only place of solitude.

How? The voice questioned, before I could feel his eyes land on me warily.  You?

He didn’t expect an answer to his question, for which I was thankful because I couldn’t give him one. I concentrated on the white expanse in front of me and changed it to a loose rendition to a garden courtyard. With an elegant white terrace table in the centre, I concentrated a moment more and he was sitting in front of me.

I thought I had the better of him, but when I looked, I saw that he had configured a golden mask to cover his features. I sighed deeply, but allowed it, knowing I couldn’t pressure him to reveal himself – especially considering he was the only person I knew so far.

I collapsed on the chair opposite him, leaning forward and placing my elbows on the table, mentally preparing myself for the answers I needed.

Are you sure?

He asked, the words forming above our heads, and I wondered whether it was me or him who had made them real. I nodded in answer and he leaned back into his chair, surveying me momentarily before spreading his arms in an invitation to ask him what I may. 

“Who is he?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral but knowing I was failing. 

The man…

“Winston” I interrupted and the boy smiled in concession.

“If that’s what he called himself.” The boy supplied and I suppressed a cringe.

I had made a mistake by interrupting him, one I wasn’t planning on doing again if the look in his eyes was anything to go by. I motioned with my hand for him to continue.

Winston as you know him is a poisoner and a thought disrupter. Any power that has to do with the mind he can disrupt.

“Like your telepathy” I concluded and the boy smiled as though I had won some great prize by figuring it out.

“How does he find us?” I asked, motioning between the two of us, and a haunted look crossed his face.

One of his poisons allows him into our minds, and from there he traces our link to our soul-mate. He tracks the second part of the pair and voila.

“They end up here.” I summarised and he nodded gravely.

“Were you the first or the second?” I asked quietly, almost regretting it when pain flashed in his eyes.

The first.

He answered curtly, and I subtly moved away from any question regarding him and his past.

“And I?” My voice wavered, betraying the fact I wasn’t sure whether I really wanted to know.

I don’t know.

His answer floated through the air, but his eyes were hard and unforgiving. In that moment I knew he knew but he just couldn’t bare telling me. It would explain why there was this building feeling of connection to someone in one of the cells. It had started off as an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach and had grown to a nauseous feeling.