Time is a fickle thing, forever going at a pace that suits itself, almost always on the wrong occasion. Sadon wasn’t fond of time, and time didn’t seem to like him either. They had always been at odds with one another. He remembered occasions when time had simply stopped, the clock in the corner of the classroom had simply ceased to tick and he had spent an eternity watching the teacher drone on.
On another occasion time had tricked him in a different manner. He was out in the park, walking around a frozen lake with his hearts desire, a beautiful woman named Trinity. They had met recently and had continued to see each other, and on this occasion Sadon had worked up the courage to make their relationship a more intimate one.
They had stopped under some trees, their breath misting in the cold, crisp air and simply looked at each other. Sadon had planned what he was going to say, but now, faced with Trinity’s curious look, the way her full, dark lips twisted into a playful smile he found his voice had jumped ship and abandoned him. Instead of speaking her took her hand, and pulled her close. He recalled their lips coming together, warm in the cold morning, but then time toyed with him once again. The next thing he remembered was the next dawn’s first rays of sun peering in through the window, and Trinity’s naked figure pressed against his chest, sleeping peacefully. Time had deceived him again, this time passing him by.
On this particular occasion it seemed that time was prepared to be forgiving. It was his execution he could understand, and the entire world has slowed down. Perhaps this was time’s way of saying farewell, granting him some spare moments in the world before he would leave it forever. It was times parting gift, he supposed.
He watched the axe rise, the sun blinking off its menacing, metallic edge. The executioner stood poised above him, muscles tense, prepared to bring the axe down on Sadons exposed neck. He was an ox of a man, with wide shoulders and huge arms muscles. The executioner had dressed for the occasion, wearing a black hood that obscured his features and a bloodstained white apron.
A huge crowd had gathered to witness Sadons death, hundreds of them standing in a mob. A sea of jeering faces looked at him, the hate clear in their eyes. He watched foul words form in their mouths, angry spittle flying and clenched fists rose in fury.
Sadon could see them shout harsh insults but could hear none of them. His world was filled with the sad singing of a woman, her enchanting voice carrying brilliantly across the masses, silencing them all without an effort. The source a woman standing alone in the crowd, they were oblivious to her and had unwittingly parted, giving her a wide berth. She was wearing a white dress that contrasted sharply with her raven black hair. Her hair was lush and fell below her shoulders in a mass of curls. Her skin was pale white, looking soft and sensuous to touch. Her expression was one of sorrow and pain, it make Sadons heart twist, made him struggle against his bonds in an attempt to reach this woman.
Sadon knew her well, knew the curious raised eyebrow and the quizzical look that followed. He knew the most intimate parts of her, knew her love and her anger. He had spent the last three years with this woman and she meant the world to him now. It was, of course, none other than Trinity.
A tear rolled down her cheek and the last notes of her song echoed then stopped, fading to nothingness. Time and sound came back with a vengeance. The sound of the jeering throng destroyed the sense of harmony Sadon had felt before. Similarly time seemed to feel it had been generous enough, and ceased to give him any more.
A smartly dressed man, wearing a black shirt, a black suit, black shoes and a black bowler hat walked towards Sadon. His face is predatory and he smelled of fresh meat. The man got on his knees, bringing his face close to Sadons. He was breathing heavily, his breath smelled of blood.
“So you see, all things must come to an end, even you Sadon.” The man told him, and then kissed him suddenly before standing up. The man nodded to the executioner and stood back to watch the decapitation.
The executioner didn’t hesitate, bringing the axe down expertly. Sadon looked around one last time and caught Trinity’s eye. She looked at him, her ice blue eyes staring with such intensity and pain that it made Sadon oblivious to his impending death.
Then she closed her eyes and the axe fell. The world ceased to exist; Sadon was enveloped by the cold waters of oblivion. A dull ache pulsated at the base of his neck; thoughts were getting harder to form. Then… nothing, and Sadon was gone.
So that sets the stage for the Chemistry of Dreams. And don't worry, he's just dreaming :P
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