Carter sat on a wooden bench in Velderado park, observing blurs, that represented people, speed across his vision, only to slow down to the point where their movement was almost imperceptible. He smiled, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back. Feeling the power of a Greek god felt good, but also unnerving. It was midmorning on a Saturday and people walked their dogs, jogged, or sat on other park benches consumed by headlines and text on paper.
Carter watched the world go by him. He wandered through his thoughts as time slowed down, and time moved by faster than imaginable. He watched the birds glide effortlessly through the air, listening to the gurgle of a fountain behind him and the chatter of human conversation.
After what seemed like a few minutes he returned to a speed that was more comfortable, raising his wrist to check the time; the screen flashed 2:00 pm. His eyebrows raised, then a cunning look crossed over him as he realized he was getting better.
He stood up, briskly walking down a path; a woman pushed a stroller just a little ahead of him, and three bicyclists were heading toward them. Carter saw what was happing instantly, the woman with her head down didn’t see them coming, and the lead bicyclist was going too fast. Carter slowed down his perception of time, struggling against his body. Regardless of his ability to alter the way he perceived time, he still couldn’t alter the laws of physics.
He opened his mouth, remembered why he hated moving when time was slowed down. He felt his vocal cords shift, and a rumble creep out of his throat; he saw the woman start, turning like a snail, Confound it! he yelled in his mind. He was only a few feet away now, but the bicyclist was moving much faster than he was, even though he was at a dead sprint. The bicyclist’s eyes opened, and he began to swerve. Finally, Carter reached the woman, still unaware as to the danger she faced. He grabbed the stroller, jerking it off the walkway and the woman with it.
When it was done he sped up time, the woman, now having realized what had happened thanked him profusely. In a moment, he was moving again, glad to be free of people. While they made interesting case studies, until he met someone who understood reality the way he did, Carter found no use in human interaction.
He stood at the bus stop, he got on, and in one second for him or thirty minutes for anyone else he was off. In an instant he was at his flat, overlooking the city which he called home. He sat down, speeding up time till sunset. A few minutes later he stood by his window, time almost frozen as he prolonged the picture of heaven glazing over the skyscrapers below. After hours of staring at the sunset, he climbed out of the abyss of his mind, beckoned by a ring from the doorbell.