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Breaking News: "Active terrorist revolutionary group Nirvana has severed ties between the United States and their strongest ally, Greenland.
Their leader, known only as Mr. N, has broken into a maximum-security prison and stolen a-
Raising his hand the TV screen went black
Voice no longer cracking, hair no longer a mess but neatly groomed, he was put together in a suit and tie.
So many decades had passed since "that" incident.
Unmasked he was revealed, The "boy" was now grown.
He walked into the final compartment of the prison.
Finally, finding the person he's been searching for, one of the people who can idealize his dream. One of the 3 people he's been searching for his entire life.
His dragon laid dormant in a cage on greenland. One of the most wanted fugitives on the planet, not for what he had done, but for what he was.
A human weapon of mass destruction, described as a natural disaster.
Nicknamed "Noi De Armageddon"
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.