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An Introduction of Sorts

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There is so much that I have done. So much that I would undo. But, I suppose that is natural for any living being—the regret of choices made, things done. However, there is always a striking distance between the regret of the living who see their own end and the living who understand that there is no end—at least not for them. I have been alive for centuries. So many so, that I believe I have forgotten them. But in those memories lost, I trust there are only things better left forgotten. I don’t stir what is dead; I merely attempt to join in that restful peace.

I am never successful.

Ever since I can remember, which is still a very long time, mind you, there has been this voice in my head. A voice of reason, a voice of sanity. A voice that enjoys life—and that aggravates me. It is not of me, I know, simply from its passion for living. Too often, Voice encourages me to enjoy life, create new memories, do things that will bring joy to me… and I all too often sit through these encouragements and wait for Voice to quiet itself.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy having a friend. Being alone and immortal in a world that you are tired of inhabiting is truly a hell that would be unbearable to even the strongest souls of the world. However, sometimes I wish that Voice were more somber. But perhaps that is what keeps my life interesting, nowadays.

As of right now, my days consist of wandering the streets of New York, at night more often than not, and even taking to the skies with the wings given to me by Voice. As for sleep, I don’t do so but once every few days, unless I’d like to. So I am left with a lot of downtime, during which I try to track the source of power that will eventually end me.

I know. Depressing, isn’t it? Bear with me.

I have to stay away from people who are inquisitive. They are the ones who just have to know who it is I’m speaking to. They just have to ask about the gelatinous substance that swarms up and down my arms like a tide. And if I told them that it was the physical incarnation of the Voice in my head, what would they say? Oh, and then there are the people who see me as I’ve been seen for the many centuries past. Helpless, young, and alone. I’ve been attacked many times, but of course, I wouldn’t have survived this long if I didn’t have something protecting me, would I?

Anything in this world that is tangible is vulnerable to me. Everything intangible can become malleable to me. And none of it can harm me. My secret? Inter-dimensional gateways. I don’t know where I came from, or whether I was made with these powers, but I can’t ever remember not having them. In essence, I can create or destroy anything. I can create memories, take them away. And kill.

Yes. I’ve done a lot of killing over the course of time.

Oh, but don’t imagine me heartless, here. I don’t do it for fun. Rather, I do it out of necessity. If I am attacked, it is basically an instinct. A reaction to a stimulus. However, the creative way they can be cut up when entering the Void is entirely up to me. After losing their arm, I usually give them a choice to retreat before destroying them outright, anyway. Okay, maybe not.

There are infinite dimensions. I do mean infinite. And they are fun to traverse, really, with the exception of two of them. These are practically inaccessible unless you seek your end (in my case, it doesn’t work, but that is a story for later). One is the Creation realm, and the other is the Void. The Void we’ve already gone over. Basically, think of it as a bottomless pit. And the closing of the gate acts like blades—meaning that if I shut the gate between this realm and that, it will cut through essentially anything. That is how I artistically cut my victims… or attackers, per say.

The Creation realm is a bit more lenient, however. I’ve been in it a couple of times, and was stunned by how amazing it truly is. Perhaps, if I ever access “heaven” I will find it to merely be the Creation realm. It would make sense. My reasoning for that is that when I am in the Creation realm, or even have it open, it is possible to pull something into this field of existence that existed in neither place. Be it tangible or no, the Creation realm can make it—however to plant memories and other such things, the target must be in the Realm, which is too much for regular people to handle. They decay quickly, and there’s nothing to take back to the “real world” which is very unfortunate. I even feel a bit of pain when I stay there for too long.

Now. As for invulnerability on my part. I can run myself through with any manner of weapon. I can shoot myself point blank, or be shot by others. I can drown myself. And all I will feel is pain, which is most likely mostly psychological. Injuries don’t bleed, and drowning just provides the inconvenience of vomiting water when I finally surface. Death flees from me, no matter how I chase after it.

I wonder sometimes what I would do if I found something that would kill me. There is only one thing that can, really, and it only kills me for a century or so, and then I’m back, seeking it again. Also, it’s harder to find than this “Waldo” creature that I heard about. Oh, but what is it? I, myself, don’t really know. All I know is that I am drawn to it. I fear that one day when I wake up from that long slumber, it will have disappeared, or be destroyed. I wonder how I will find death again, if that were to happen.

And then there are the cryptic remarks that Voice leaves me, that lead me to wonder, just what happened in my past that I don’t remember. The night was full and young, and the air was brisk. I was sitting and staring out, thinking about those remarks. And then Voice began to prod at me with its raspy, wind-like vocals...
Yes, I deleted the original story arc that was here because I got to thinking that it was pointless, really. Zetty has no reason to shop for clothes, and I was just really trying to make her meet someone while Voice was absent. This is what the story really is-- and there is more to it. Try to get past this, and the story itself will actually be worth reading. Actually, if you want to be totally honest, I don't think this introduction is entirely necessary-- unless you're reading another part and have a question about her powers. Yeah. This is actually pretty useless.
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