Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170530194819/@comment-5543592-20170531005252

"See you, Tim." A nearby Y-17 trauma harness said, the machine with it's skeleton inside approaching him. "So long and thanks for being my friend."

William's nap took an unexpected turn. The nightmares plague William, unrelenting. Night terrors, invoking irrational terror and fear. They aren’t his own but they may as well be for the responses they provoke. A fourth finds him, leeching its way into his mind.

The boy is a man now.

He has reached his thirtieth birthday. He is a father himself. He has two daughters and son. His wife is madly in love with him. His children respect him.

The man is not mayor. He started a mining business outside his family’s farm, in an old cave by his home. The father of the boy who is now a man asks him if he remembers all the time spent outside that one cave, all those years ago. The man laughs and says he does, he admits to his father what a strange child he was. His father laughs too and claps him on the back.

The man still pretends. But he wants everyone to be like him. He has grown tired of pretending now. He wants them all to understand, to understand just how great his friend is. The man knows he can accomplish this. The man can do things. His friend has made him strong. People listen to him. He can make them do things. Even when they don’t want to.

The man doesn’t visit the cave anymore. He used the mine to find a new one. He hid his friend from people, saying certain parts of the cave were dangerous to mine in. People praise him for being safety-conscious. But the man did it because he knows where his friend lives and protects him.

His friend lives in more than one cave. The man learns his friend lives in many caves, that his friend can be anywhere and everywhere. The man wonders why he isn’t. The man knows the world would be perfect if his friend was everywhere. If everyone was like him. He talks to people. He uses the gift his friend gave him to control them. He kills the first one on accident, and nearly dies himself. The gift is dangerous, the man realizes. But he does not feel guilt over the death. The guilt left with the fear.

The second one works better. The third better than that, then fourth, and the fifth. The sixth one is perfect.

The people listen to the man. They do what he says. They become his. The man knows he controls them. It is like the touch his friend has on his mind. Except he is autonomous while they obey him. At first the man finds that challenges his philosophy, but soon decides that it’s okay, they’re free in a different way. The man smiles. They are like him now. He is happy.

He controls them all. His mother. His father. His wife. His children. The man turns them into an army. He must change the world. He is not a general, he is not a king. He is a liberator. A champion. He wants to make everyone as perfect as he is.

He takes the name Kheiro for the Hecatonkheires, the Greek giants with a hundred-hands. He learnt of them from his friend. The people are his hands and Kheiro must use them to help his friend. His friend’s touch on his mind is strong, and Kheiro welcomes it more and more.

Kheiro has a good friend. The only friend he needs.