Never Alone
I hear them, but I can't see them. It's only them, though. The rest I can see. I see them make their mistakes, leading them into situations they can't get out of.
I, on the other hand, make no such mistakes. Some may say I interfere, but what I truly do is save. I unite. I lead them together, drawing them to one place, one destiny.
I am bringing them to me, not merely because I am a collector of the amazing, like these paintings on my walls or the sword in my personal museum. I see them, and wish them the best.
The politician who denounces his own dark self, whose father was a good friend of mine. His brother, who can do anything. The cheerleader, who has died more deaths than anyone ever should. The painter whose eyes can see things yet to come. The construction worker whom no cell can hold. His wife who took an imaginary friend one step too far. Their child whose skills with technology surpasses any normal human. The woman whose fire burns brightly in all who know her. The officer whose mind can do what his eyes cannot. The hero whose power can take him wherever and whenever he wants. The worker who can keep others from thinking the way they should.
There are also the wireless woman and the exploding man. They run, but they are being tracked. Not only by my roaming eye, but by others.
And, of course, the shadow. He wants to cover this third eye of mine. He wants to tear me open and rip it out. He can't see me, like I can see him, but he knows I'm watching him. He wants to kill all of us. He wants to keep us from seeing, but I can never stop.
They aren't the only ones I can see. I can see all of them. I always see them. And there are some who see me. Yes, that's right. I see you too.
-Mr. Linderman
