The Creative

The Creative "he fell into the land of tomorrow but not through time and not in dream but by walking from today to when he always were meant to be" the words clouded his mind as Fred tossed and turned in a state of being that was not sleep but not awake. His temples throbbed with a numbing gnawing pain. "in this new world, the new time his mind was still out of place but accepted for this is where he belonged" more words clouded his mind. Fred knew he was sleeping and pushed at his dreams to free him but to no avail. Instead more words flashed in his conscious mind as a greater portion of his mind was deep in dream. He saw visions that his mind couldn't or wouldn't hold on it. It was like his mind was seeing things and was being translated to his conscious mind as words that he was hear even though he was deep in a dream. He was partly sleep and some what wake and felt that made he was dead or dying and this state of being was how the mind dealt with death. "he stood upon white sands and looked out to the sea that was tomorrow, beyond- future stretched out unto forever and he stepped boldly into the seas lknowing that he made it against all odd to where he was born to be" Fred's eyes shot open. He got up out of bed and started writing. Fredrick Corbel Wallace at age 27 had written 24 book with none being published. At 25 he gave in to the wishes of his parents and got a job at a book store and though it pained him he refused to write. Then he saw a girl and she invaded his dreams. When he first fell into deep sleep he walked up to her at the bookstore's coffee shop and asked her out. He looked her deep in the eyes and she into his and then everything went off. Words, and sounds and imagines with no words to describe, than lights and pain then he woke with the need to write with no words in his mind but when he put pen to paper words formed. All night Fred wrote and by 8am he was done. He put the finished product in sheet protectors and put the papers in a binder. "Now what" he thought to himself but something in him forced him up, in the shower, in cloths and out the door to work, even though he was off. He got to the book store and just like in the dream that he experienced prior to whatever happened after there was the girl, in line waiting to buy coffee. With binder in hand he walked up to the girl "take it" he said and when she did he walked away and found himself at home not knowing how he got there. He thought that maybe he was still dreaming. Than the door bell rang. It was the girl; hazel eyes, long brown hair and glasses. She to Fred's surprise was crying. "This writing. It moved me. I didn't understand the story and yet somehow it moved me, made me need to find you. I asked your manager where you lived and she gave me your address. My name is Rose-" she said as she unexpectedly fainted into his arms. When she woke he told her about the dream and of the parts of it that there were no words to describe. There was a long moment of silence and then, without warning she kissed him, deep and passionately. The two retreated to his room where he drifted into that half sleep partly awake state of being as the Rose made love to him unaware of the state he was in. "to the skies he did ascend as darkness formed to shadow and with wings of monster took flight after him" he mumbled. Rose more and more intensely moved and moaned and gave into to the words. "and with the sun as fire ran the darkness was put out and so was the sea. He cried and bled and his tears and blood remade the seas of and to the future forever." he said barely audibly. "And he fell into the sea and drowned on reality but fought death with dreams and fought fate with mind and froze the seas and walked forever knowing the future- tomorrow forever more was shaping in his shadow" he said and at the sound of Rose teaching the peak of passion his eyes shot open. He gently laid her on he bed and ran to his desk to write. Still word by word unable to piece meaning together. From 2pm to 7 am he wrote and then returned to his bedroom to find that Rose was gone. He went to his cell phone so to her to see that she had texted him saying: You were in some kind of trance. I tried waking you from it but you were unmovable. You stated at the all in front of you as you hand wrote. You didn't even look down at what you were writing. It was eerie but even more unsettling as I read what you were writing I could feel something in me open, like the blooming of a flower. I was inspired to go out and do something great. So I went to an open audition and though I didn't get the part I was offered a leading role in a blockbuster drama. I want to think you for your help though I don understand what happened in me. Fred's mind opened as his eyes closed and he saw indescribable visions and felt that somewhere his hands where moving. When his eyes opened again he discovered that a week had passed and sometime between the day his eyes closed and now when his eyes opened again he had sent Rose a letter of word that made up sentences that made no since. The letter was sitting unfolded on his desk with many other papers that were written on. He rushed to his room to see Rose sleeping. When she woke she told him that again he was in and how when she found him he was collapsed on the floor, hand still writing on papers that fell when he did. She explain how she had to force food him and give him water. He hugged her. The two went to sleep and for the first time in weeks he slept but didn't dream. Morning came and with it the ringing of the door bell. Fred opened he door to see a man in an all white suit, white tie, and white shoes. "Morning Mr. Wallace" the man said in a flat tone. "Ah morning" Fred said. "We, me and those I work with was sent a page of words you wrote and want to offer you a book deal" the man in white said. "Is this some kind of joke" Fred asked. "No, not at all. We have a limo here for you to take you to the office of my employer" the man in white said. Fred wanted to ask more questions but decided to just go with the man in white. "I have a press conference babe but you go on" Rose said when Fred looked at her as if to ask if she wanted to come. Fred decided not to take his manuscripts with him. Something told him not to and since he had gotten this far letting this feeling take over so he might as well let it do as he deems right. The limo ride was silent, Fred not wanting to say the wrong thing and messing up his chances. 45 minutes after leaving his house the limo was pulling into a parking structure. Fred barely noticed as he was focusing on the pain in his head. He felt as if he was going to pass out. The door opened and Fred accompanied by the man in white who came to his door walked across the parking structure to an elevator. The two went up 8 floors. The door opened to an outer office with a desk and behind the desk was a girl; Blonde hair, grey eyes and a infectious smile. Behind the girl and her desk was a set of double doors made of oak. The double doors parted to reveal a grand office with high windows that showed a wide view of the city. A man, also dressed in white sat behind the desk. Where the first man in white faces was unremarkable, and forgettable the man had eyes that were piercing, and so brown that they seemed almost red. Then the words came, as the skied out the window turned black. "and they will come, the men clad in white, and they will come like angels. They will present blessings in the form of wings but they will crave to eat of you, for they are monsters" The man behind the desk contorted as his body twisted and reformed. The white suit melded into skin as the man's head became elongated and distorted. Fred woke, his head hurting, his vision dimmed, the his temple feeling as if someone was drilling into the sides of his head. He heard the door bell, walked to it and opened the door to a man in a black suit. "I am here to save you" the man in the suit said. "save me? Save me from what?" Fred said confused as to if he was dreaming still or not. "you had a dream about men in white suits, have you not?" the man asked. "How would you know that?" Fred said partly astonished and partly fearful. "as I said I an here to save you" the man in the suit said. Fred was trying to figure out if he was dreaming then noticed that he was aware of the worlds around him. In dream he didn't. Only the things that he was meant to see was seen. "Whats going on?" Fred said as he started to feel faint. "Have I finally lost it" "no. I can't go more into it hear as they are close and surely can sense my presence-" the man in the suit said as he stopped talking and looked out the window. Fred followed The man in the suit's gaze to see the two men in white standing there. Their faces were contorting as the man in the suit yelled "run!" just as Rose walked from the back room to the living room. Fred took her by the hand and started running for the back door in the kitchen with the man in the suit close behind. There was the distinct sound of glass breaking. Fred looked over his shoulder to see a beast; Face similar to that of a bulldog but with horns like a demon, leathery white skin, muscular arms, and legs and it was on all fours. It had a tail like that of a dragon, fangs were visible in his mouth and it had wings like that of a bat but bigger and leathery white. Fred wanting to scream but he ran all the more. Fred and Rose made it out of the door when they heard a scream. Fred and Rose turned to see the man in the suit being pulled by his leg by the winged beast. "Run!" the man in the suit said "There is ano-" the man in the suit said to say when from the roof of the house was another beast; a hairless slightly elongated human like head, piercing red eyes, smooth white skin, claws hands, werewolf like posture and no cloths but no intimate parts. "There is no where you can run" a voice said but to heard by hears and not heard in mind but understood by a deep part of Fred's mind. Fred knew this beast to be the man in the office from his dream. "Who are you!" Fred yelled out but before The beast man could speak there was a stream of yellow, and white light with blue energy arcing off the stream. It hit the red-eyed-beast-man square in the chest knocking him through the wall of Fred's house. Both Fred and Rose eyes follow the direction of the stream to see the man in the suit with a smooth metal orb the size of a baseball. The man in the suit limped over to Rose and Fred, eyes locked on Rose. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and looking down at her, he being a head tall than her spoke "You must leave now girl" he said. Fred found himself taking in the mans features; greenish blue eyes that seemed sunken, and too old for the young face, eyes aged by experiences, short black hair, and soft facial features. He looked to be in his late twenties. He wore a black suit, black tie and a white shirt with the top button unbuttoned. "What? Some kind of monster is trying to kill the man I love!" she yelled out. "You were the catalyst that opened his mind and in return he gave you the future" the man in the suit said hauntingly and cryptically. Rose simply nodded as if in a trance. She turned to look at Fred as if trying to commit to memory his face. Than she ran. "What have you done!" Fred said. "It's for the best" The man in the suit said as he grabbed his hand and the works whet blurry. The sense of blurriness fades as Fred looked around realizing that he was no longer in his backyard. The man in the suit, as he waved the baseball sized metal orb around the room periodically looking at the orb limbed around the dimly lite room. A closer look around revealed to Fred that he was in some kind of seemingly long abandoned warehouse. "We are alone and can now talk." the man in the suit said. "what the heck is going-" Fred started as his head started to hurt beyond the ability to describe. Fred fell to the ground and rived in pain. He saw glimpses of the red-eyed-beast-man approaching Rose. He was in too much pain to even scream. No words came just broken and shifting images. "Listen to me Fredrick." Fred could hear distantly "you must listen or you will surely die" The man in the suit was saying in a soothing tone. Fred nodded as best he could. "Right now your mind is trying to cope. Your perception has opened and is evolving, reshaping. You mind is at war with itself. You subconscious mind is connected to a high state of being while you conscious mind, not knowing how to handle it is fighting to stay dominate. You must hon your gift or you will die." The man in the suit said. Than another voice could be heard "I want you to see what you are responsible for by running" the voice Fred knew to belong to the red-eyed-beast-man which was followed by a clear image of the red-eyed- beast-man holding Rose up by her neck. The winged dog like beast was circling around the red-eyed-beast-man, eyes locked on Rose like a dog eagerly anticipating a treat. "her blood is on your hands" the red-eyed-beast-man said as he, with his free hand pieced through her chest holding her heart on the other side of her body. He pull his hand back through her body, tossed her lifeless body to the winged beast who brutally tore her apart and with a grin on his face the red-eyed-beast-man ate Rose's heart. Fred could hear a distant scream as he felt the sensation of falling "he held the future in his hands, with blood pooled underneath. He held the future in his mind and war all around it, he lost hope in and with her heart as the monsters, the beast of the seas rise up and challenge his, hoping to break him but he stands" Fred noticed that the distant scream went from one of great pain to a war cry like roar as his eyes shot open. He was screaming, and with balled fist standing. Then after he could scream no more he felt his legs give way and the world around him went black. In the deep black, floating as if in water Fred spoke words that he understood "like a butterfly murdered by fire just to rise as a bird of fire I am anew" he said as his eyes opened. The man in the suit was standing above him. "Whats going on with me?" Fred asked. Fred ask, panic showing clearly in his tone. "You are a Creative" The man in Suit said matter-of-factly. Fred started speaking in spite of himself and in a distant tone "The forces of white shadow gather and gaze upon us, but not with their bodies. Eyes in buildings, eyes in cars, and eyes in shadows they gaze, gather and wait to destroy the force against them that will rise up and in its had carry the means to a future" Fred said than copping his hands over his mouth. "What am I? What are they, those things in white" Fred said as tears welled up in his eyes. "there must you must be told but they, the men in white are closing in on us" the man in the suit said. "How do you know that?" Fred ask, his voice trembling. "You just told-" the man in the suit started to say but was knocked off his feet by the winged dog like beast.