Thanks to all those who have commented on my previous stories. I promise to try and continue the more popular ones, my mind sometimes struggles to stay in one world and not get sidetracked by different ideas so my appologies. Here is another such sidetrack, hope you enjoy...
Is anyone truly good? Or do you just have to hope that people chose to focus on the good you did rather than the bad? As someone who's greatest and worst acts will likely go completely unknown, it makes me curious to think of what I might be remembered for, if at all.
I first discovered I could stop time when I was sixteen, hiding from a bully who had punched my friend before I started shouting insults at him. After fleeing and hiding as his attention turned to me, all the noise in the school fell silent. Thinking a teacher had arrived, I stepped out from the cupboard I had chosen to hide in and found my bully, his two mates and a couple of other students unmoving. At first, I thought they were playing a joke. Then I noticed one of the bully's mates was literally floating in the air mid run.
My bully's feet were slightly closer together and so I quickly tied his shoes together. I returned to the lunch hall where everyone else was frozen and my friend was being attended to by an inanimate teacher. I quickly realised that whenever time does unfreeze, my appearance would freak everyone out and I go hide behind the door and wait. Almost instantly time had restarted, I came out from my new spot and went back to my friend.
I had taken him with the teacher to one of the first aid trained staff and found the bully there too, with a very bloody, very broken nose. While he was blabbering on about his laces somehow tying together mid run, I replayed what had just happened, trying to find a logical explanation. Over the next two years, I slowly learned how to stop and release time. I also realised that as I get tired, I can't hold it, and I tire as quickly as if time was flowing.
As time went on, I got better at stopping and starting quickly. The most challenging skill was remembering my starting position so that I could stop time in front of people without anyone noticing. By the time I was eighteen, I was getting top grades as I could read everyone else's answers, take as much time to think as I need. On a couple of occasions, I even went out and read my notes or textbook to find the right answer. Certain things didn't work such as the internet when time was frozen. I got really into playing poker as I could see everyone's hands. A bit of tactical losing is required to make it work effectively.
Last night, while clubbing with some course mates at university, I had got too drunk though. I had started exploring the bodies of some of the women in the club with time frozen. Even pocketing a pretty lace bra from a particularly busty young woman. Before long, I was reposing different people as I wondered around the partying statues. Sliding one person's hand into their own nether region in front of their friends. Or putting a hand of one woman down the trousers of a guy dancing with a second woman.
I had rejoined my friends before restarting time and all hell had broken loose. Three different fights broke out, and soon shouting and brawling swept across the entire dance floor. The main lights had come on, music stopped, and everyone was kicked out.
Now, lying hungover on my bed, the world spinning, I wondered if I might have been corrupted by this ability. I force myself to get up, have some water and a shower. The hot water feels amazing, as though it's washing all the mess of last night from my mind. I need to change otherwise I will just leave a line of chaos in my wake.
I grab some food and go for a walk to get things straight in my head. And to get the hangover to pass. Eventually, I decide that aiming to be purely good is a delusional and impossible target. Instead, being predominantly good should be my target. I have ended up at the shops and decide to go grab a hot drink. After getting a tea, I am just passing the large food hall when an idea comes to me.
There are about eight tills open at the moment. I pause time and walk along them; I spy quite a few people who look far from wealthy and two who clearly have more than enough. Surely being a modern-day robin hood counts as good. So, for the next hour I use one of the wealthy people's cards to pay for each less fortunate person's monthly shop. Each time I do, I also add something to the foodbank box and collect my own bag of things for the numerous homeless on the high street. Numerous rich and poor have passed through before I decide to move on.
As I walk home, I hand out some of the items to my bag to each homeless person. I'm already feeling like a better person than first thing this morning when I notice one of my house mates' ex-girlfriend. I had never liked the woman. She is beautiful but clearly knows it and acts as though everyone should worship her because of it. I still have a couple of items in my bag, so I decide to have some fun.
I stop time, walk over to a convenience store, grabbing a pack of condoms and a chocolate bar and a Twix. I leave some cash on the counter as I leave, more than enough for the items I'm taking. I pocket the chocolate for later. Two things I have noticed when frozen are things, like chocolate, don't melt when frozen and breaking frozen things is challenging. This is annoying as it stops me from being able to cook when time is frozen but is good right now because I can slide one of the Twix sticks up this pompous woman's ass without fear of snapping it.
It takes a bit more effort to slide the second one into place, using her frilly underwear to hold them in place. I then grab on of the remaining two bananas from my bag, slide a condom over it, giving me flashbacks to sex ed at school. I don't think this is what they were meaning for us to do though. I kneel before the frozen woman and slide the banana slowly up inside of her pussy. I get about three quarters of it in before I stop as I want to embarrass, not injure the woman.
Satisfied with my work, I return to where I was stood before and release my hold on time. I force myself to keep walking as she lets out a squeal of surprise. I glance back as she babbles some excuse to her friends before hurrying, her legs clamped together, back the way she came. Her change in directing means she is now heading towards me giving me a great view of her squirming ass as she rushes past.
I smile and eat the second stick of chocolate as I picture her face of pure shock. Oh, how sweet revenge is. I hand the rest of the bag to the last homeless person, barely regarding them as I contemplate if she will ever tell anyone what happed to her.
That night me and my mates go to a bar for a slightly more chill evening. The chaos of the night before comes up and the weird synchronicity of the different fights. Some amusing ideas are thrown about, none as out there as someone stopping time and causing havoc though.
As the night continues, between conversations about sport and university, we comment on the different women walking in and out. Just as we're discussing a beautiful and petite young woman, a large, bulky man who would fit in on a rugby pitch walked up behind her, almost trapping her between the bar and the group of people stood chatting at the bar. As we watch, she clearly isn't interested yet he rests a hand on her shoulder.
My mate suggests we should do something. Him and I are on the edge of the booth, and probably combined would still weigh less than the man as he is very thin, and I am very short. As my friend stands up, I stop time, walk over to the man and tap the back of his knee. He doesn't fall but I know he will once time restarts. I lift his hand from her shoulder, so she isn't taken down with him. One final touch, I go behind the bar and get some ice and water. I pour both down his trousers before returning the glass and retaking my seat.
By the time my friend is standing, the big oaf's body has hit the floor, shaking the entire bar and making enough noise for everyone to stop their conversations and look at him. The wet patch in his trousers is evident as he moans in pain and his hands go to his sodden crotch, clearly not enjoying the ice down there. Laughter spreads around the room as the man is picked up by two bouncers and escorted out of the building. I doubt anyone other than the people on my table and hers notice the woman using the distraction to retreat to her friends.
Despite the plan to have a chill evening, we are soon all quite drunk and dancing. This bar is like most, the toilets are grim, and the doors don't lock. What makes it worse is that they're also unisex. I walk in and instinctively stop time, so I have privacy. There are four, two are locked, the next is filled to the brim with loo roll and as I open the final one, I see a woman sitting on the toilet. She's a slim, Asian woman. Her dress is pulled up around her waist revealing her long legs and shaved pussy.
