They say absolute power corrupts absolutely, shame whoever came up with the saying never crossed paths with me. There was not an iota of corruption in my being; I am just a guy reaping the benefits of so many dark years.
They hailed me a hero of war, but their adulation grated harshly on raw wounds. Nothing seemed to help until I discovered the gift, thanks to the nuclear explosion, I could have anything I wanted.
Desire recognised. Source identified. Mind control activated. Desire satisfied.Victim left haemorrhaging from every orifice.
A scarred face was a small price to pay for the ability to control other homo sapiens.
Back to the list:
Luxurious home by the water … check.
Private yacht …. check.
Owners disappeared without trace.
Present need: re-constructive surgery. Best surgeon identified, shame he won’t live to appreciate his best work ever.
As with war some died, some came home …. this was my life now.
Hi everyone, had to rewrite this again for better clarity, it’s my first/second attempt at writing this so would love to hear your thoughts.
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Thank you Louise for the picture, thank you for stopping by.