A blob of flesh writhed in pain as it ran as fast as possible.
On four legs it was a man made meat animal.
With Mr. N riding the back of it he attached a stick to its forehead.
You told me to buy a pony but all I wanted was you.
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contd
Singlehandedly opening the door he laid eyes on him. Chained and enslaved. His hair burning red, burning with so much intensity it could burn the entire world to the ground. But his spirit? Long extinguished.
The seven-foot "monster" didn't move a muscle. His dead eyes met the gaze of Mr. N, as the "monster" thought to himself,
'The air of madness is strong with this one, he's powerful.' The monster whispered.
'He's just like Mother. '
'M-my MOTHER–'
The chains rattled — the ceiling cracked, the walls shattered, the ground split beneath him.
In a desperate attempt to fight it, his chains shook harder as his heartbeat quickened.
" No… no more, please…" panicked.
His breath came short and frantic as he began to hyperventilate.
Mr. N saw the panic set in as he threw a suspicious liquid on the man, a sedative, it quickly calmed him down. Mr. N calmly and gently put his hand on his shoulder adapting to the situation saying quietly, "I'm here to help you."
The man breathed slowly, in and out, steadying himself.
"What's your name?" Mr. N asked gently, hoping to humanize him, to learn more.
"You already know," the man replied. "_"
"No," Mr. N said softly. "Your real name."
… No response.
Mr. N already did his research and he knew who he was.
His biology, his lineage, but he wanted conversation as a means to further his understanding of this "Monster" named "Liam" he heard so much about.
So Mr. N gave his speech.
"Three times."
"When I was twelve years old… I ran into oncoming traffic. Three times."
"The first time, I got hit."
"The second, I destroyed his windshield."
"The third…" He paused, eyes distant. "
The third time, I got sent over a bridge. An SUV ran me over."
He exhaled slowly. "And that's when it happened."
"Something broke — not in me… but in the world."
"They followed. Hundreds of them."
"One after another, running into the road as if pulled by something unseen."
A layer of madness.
A baphomet
An abomination.
A "dream"
His voice fell to a whisper "I was casted out of my kingdom and over three hundred people died that day."
"I was always born different." A tear ran down Mr. N's face. "And I don't want to be alone trapped in my head."
He quickly wiped the tear that escaped his pysche.
"Why are you telling me this?" Liam felt disconnected, slowly realizing. 'Hes speaking in metaphors?'
Pointing towards his head, smiling Mr. N said.
"It's because I have a GOD living inside my head."
"And you do too" Mr. N held his hands out expressively, his medium lengthened hair falling over on his face a little before he pushed it back.
He smiled crazy looking. Giving an offer that would change the course of reality forever.