I woke up that morning feeling refreshed in a way that I hadnt in quite so ti. How best to describe it? I suppose it was a feeling of normality. Of being aware of myself in a way that I hadnt experienced in what felt like ages.
I was finally able to think again.
Its a terrifying sensation to not feel fully in control of your own mind. In a way it's a form of torture that even I wouldn't want to inflict on another living being. It was one thing to take away soone's freedom or even their life; it was another thing entirely to steal away their very thoughts.
Youd have to be a bastard beyond bastards to do such a thing.
To my left, Libby still slept. The thing with the coffee had been an exhausting pretense, but it had also been an exciting opportunity to test our connection and to see just how far I could pull away from her frayed lead. The results were very exciting. I think that today is perhaps finally the day when I'll truly be free once more. Just a short distance left to travel.
The finish line was in sight.
I gently patted Libby's head. Then I let my hand trail down the side of her face and gently stroked her cheek. My hand continued its downward course and then hovered just above her neck, where it began to tremble.
Libby was so beautiful. She really was.
After all, I had designed her that way.
I'd given Libby an appearance that matched her incredible mind. It didn't seem fair to my sensibilities that nature so often forced people to be either attractive or intelligent but seldom both. It was all so arbitrary! Such a balance just didn't suit my tastes at all. Why couldn't soone have everything?
The knowledge that I had created this wonderful creature pleased . It filled with a sense of accomplishnt knowing that I had crafted her from my own imagination. But she wasn't completely my creation though, was she? Libby was a function of this strange world, created for the express purpose of guiding down a pre-selected path. To so degree I'd managed to overwrite that primary function of hers, but I would never be able to completely erase it, would I?
That ant that I would never be able to trust her completely.
My hand began shaking even harder. My fingers had ford rigid claws and hovered just inches away from her pretty little throat. Why was I stopping myself? I'd already had my fun with her, she served no further purpose. Why not just be done with this farce? I was so close to finally being free...
But I couldnt. Because if I did give in to temptation and finally wring her little neck like Id been dreaming of doing all this ti
There was no way to truly know what would happen next.
And so, our little ga would have to continue for just a bit longer.
You really think thisll work? Keith asked anxiously.
Oh.
Keith.
Good ol Keith.
You know I dislike it when you appear without permission, I said chidingly.
Im sorry, sir. It just feels likesuch a montous day. I was hoping you wouldnt mind if I observed it in person.
Your hopes were in vain. Go wait in the razor room. Well speak about your lapse in judgent, later.
S-sir? Sir, please not the razor room Keith pleaded.
Good boys dont argue. Good boys obey. So shut up right now and just do as I say, I rhyd to him in a sing-song voice.
Wordlessly, Keith vanished from sight. In my minds eye, I envisioned him walking into a small, cramped closet with a low ceiling that forced him into a squatting position. All around him, the walls and flooring were filled with smiling razors. If his legs gave out or he leaned too far to one side, the fun would begin.
That was the razor room.
He didnt like going there, but I enjoyed making him.
Turning back to Libby, I stared at her for a bit. Trying to decide what to do.
Stupid little Keith had ruined the mont. Spitefully, I imagined a little tremor happening in the Razor Room. A good hard shake that would cause the occupant within to fall over.
I imagined the screaming that would surely follow. Then I felt a little better. But I also decided I wouldnt let him out for a while. Unless it was to lay in a pile of salt.
Then I returned my gaze to Libby. I slapped on my idiotic smile, added an overabundance of good-natured cheer to my voice, and then said: Hey, wake up, Sleepyhead!
I always had to sound cheerful, didn't I? Because Max is such a fun guy, isnt he?
I fucking hated being Max.
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The first ti I really began pushing against my restraints was when I started cursing again. I loved using pointless invectives and offensive intonations. Can you bla ? Naughty language feels so fucking good to use! But I had to wonder: If there were an audience following on my journey in this world, why didnt they notice when I dropped the oh gosh and oh gollys?
Why hadnt they noticed when I began speaking like a real person again instead of a fucking cartoon character being subjected to network broadcast standards?
Why didnt Libby notice?
Because I was winning.
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Ow, my head hurts, Libby said sheepishly.
Thats probably dehydration, I told her. Too much caffeine can dry you out, believe it or not! I found so water though. I passed along the kettle that the bean goblins had served us from, now filled with river water. Libby took a long swallow from it and sighed loudly.
That was good, she said happily. Oh, where are the bean goblins? They seem to have disappeared.
First test. I think they went back to their nest. They didnt seem as though they enjoyed being out in direct sunlight. You know how goblins are.
Oh, I see, Libby nodded. Thats a sha. Believe it or not, I wanted a little more coffee.
I do believe you, I said smiling. It was pretty darn good coffee, wasnt it? Fuckin great!
Wasnt it, though? she asked laughing.
Two points. First point: It wasnt good coffee. That swill had tasted like fernted sewage to ; Id found it truly disgusting. But Id always hated caffeinated beverages in general, so that wasnt the point of my little prank on Libby.
It had been an experint to see how much I could influence her senses. That disgusting liquid with its vile taste and repugnant sll should have repulsed her just as much as it had . Instead, shed gulped it down like it was liquid ambrosia.
Which is what Id wanted her to feel. I hadn't swallowed any of it. That had been a surface level image I'd projected into her mind.
The second point was that the bean goblins werent in their den, wherever that was.
The bean goblins were all dead.
Id wanted very much to mulch them into bits, but it would have been a pointless endeavor. They didnt respond properly to pain. I suspect the evolutionary process or whatever passed for it here in this silly fantasy world, had instilled in them an inability to react to their suffering as a form of rcy.
If wretches like the bean goblins ever beca intelligent enough to realize just how much their lives utterly sucked, theyd probably commit species-wide self-deletion in a rare and terrible mont of lucidity.
Wouldnt you?
Thats why Id used [Dominate Minion] and politely asked them all to go drown themselves in the river. The sight (and sll) of them was a burden on my soul. Wasnt it bad enough that Id already been forced to rescue maidens in cages? Letting those awful things continue their miserable existence was just asking too much of .
Besides, Id probably done them a favor. But even if I hadnt, who cared?
As Libby had slept, Id taken care of the fog goblins as well. But Id been ssier with them. Id combined [Aura] which was a skill that let project internal energy outwards, with [Envenomation], a skill used for poisoning. Then Id taken a stroll throughout their den, fatally poisoning anyone that ca within twenty feet of .
Theyd all died screaming with foam bubbling on their lips, in helpless agony. I was pleased with my creativity.
Ding-ding, now Im level nineteen. And all I'd done to earn it was to take a walk.
More importantly, Libby hadnt realized that I had lied to her. She couldnt hear my thoughts anymore.
She was getting weaker.
With my mouth, I said: Libby, I really want to slit your throat and watch you flop around like a desperate salmon."
In my head, I thought: Libby, wouldnt a crisp apple taste delicious just about now?
And in response, Libby said: You know, I think an apple would taste pretty good, Max. Oh, well, back to the fog goblins, I guess.
And that was when I finally knew.
Libby, shut up and go back to sleep. Im tired of you, I ordered her.
And with that, she promptly passed out.
Fuck. YES.
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Is having flesh again a corrupting experience or a moderating one? I for one believed it to be moderating. Now that I had a brain again, I had access to hormones. Serotonin was a personal favorite of mine. Being able to flood my flesh suit with endorphins whenever I wished, made very grateful that Id learned how to make these things.
But aside from the pleasure it gave , the ability to moderate my mood swings at will was what I liked the most. My soul was still trapped in an axe but being inside a body gave the ability to finally ta my wild impulses.
Learning to control my higher ntal functions and then mastering them had taken longer than I wanted it to, but Id kept at it, and this wonderful clarity I now possessed was the result of all my hard work. Being able to regulate my thoughts was better than any therapy Id ever partaken of.
I could finally say beyond a shadow of a doubt that my actions were deliberate and not perford out of any maniacal urge caused by irregular brain chemistry.
I was sane.
I was perfectly, objectively, sane. No voices urging to kill. No endangering myself or others because Id skipped taking my dication. I was finally free of the greatest burden of my prior existence.
Of course, now I couldnt really bla my illness for my actions. With clarity ca a sharp realization.
By societal definition, I was almost certainly evil.
I didnt hurt people because of an uncontrollable impulse. I did it because I enjoyed it.
To quote Topher Grace, I like being bad. It makes feel happy.
A lot of people would find that infuriating. Just another monster doing things that made no sense, all for his own gratification.
Uh, you an like every other human being that ever existed?
Ha.
Personally, I think labeling soone evil was pointless in a world like this. Sure, my temperant would have made a true monster back on Earth.
It did in fact make a true monster back on Earth.
But here? In this world whose na I still didnt know? A world with an actual afterlife and a guarantee of rebirth? A world that possessed actual gods that spoke to their followers? That walked among the faithful?
How evil could I possibly be? Put a blade through soones neck, and theyd probably reincarnate in a few decades. If that was the case, how could murder possibly matter?
To , this cycle of rebirth was just a license to do as I please. It was a convenient continuation of my nihilistic beliefs. You see, on Earth, I figured since we were all going to eventually die and fade away into oblivion, then nothing really mattered.
But over here, since everyone was eventually going to co back to life at so point, that really ant that nothing mattered. These were opposite points of existence but they both led to the sa decisive conclusion.
There truly were no cris. Why didnt everyone realize this? Why didnt everyone embrace absolute freedom and discard all their pointless morality? Why did they continue to wear their chains?
I was just going to have to teach them. That was all. Set examples for them to follow.
But first I had to get rid of Libby. And that, Im afraid, took quite so doing.
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If my story had an audience, then I bet they had all been laughing at , all this ti. Why wouldnt they? I bet they thought I was an idiot.
Oh, Im sure there was a warm fondness towards at its core. Whats this guy going to say next? Whats he going to do next?
Do you know what fuels that sort of conceit?
A sense of superiority.
We mock those we believe are inferior to us. The most popular codies arent about intelligent people in complicated situations. Theyre about morons who arent up to the challenge of daily living.
Fraiser was a sophisticated cody about a well-educated Seattle psychiatrist. Ho Improvent was a show about a guy who grunted like a pig and blew things up.
Guess which one was more popular?
In order to beat Libby, I had to be a moron. I had to learn how to play to her expectations of my behavior. I had to hide my true intentions beneath my surface level thoughts so that she wouldnt realize what I was planning. The more human I forced her to beco, the easier it beca to manipulate her.
It was a sha. She hadnt always been that stupid. The very first day wed t, shed made a very pragmatic observation:
youre a sociopath and seeming nice is sothing you creatures do to put potential targets at ease before you strike.
I would have respected her so much more if shed been able to stay that wise.
But why, you're wondering?
Why go to such lengths to divest myself of this woman? To finally (and literally) get her out of my head?
Simple: Because its MY FUCKING HEAD.
I dont need an equal. I dont need a partner. Keith was a feeble slave I created out of an inspired whim and a few fond mories of my old life; he did nothing without my permission. He knew better than to risk my displeasure. I wasn't sure he even counted as a sock-puppet. He was more like a thimble with a face painted on it.
But Libby?
Libby was a central part of my mind. She could infect with her senseless moralizing. She could interfere in the fun I planned to have. As my battle with that vampire had proven, she could even deactivate my abilities. And what if she decided one day to self-destruct in dismay of my behavior? I had no doubt she would have taken with her.
Libby had to go.
I knew it the very mont her voice had first appeared in my mind. I could never be free so long as she was there. My appraisal screen? My libermonia? More like my jailer. My warden. A potential snitch. An unacceptable risk. Always there, always watching, always listening. I didnt need that in my life. I didnt need her in my life.
She had to go, she had to go, she had to go
So, I played the waiting ga. And I played the fool. And I gradually changed her, sculpted her from being an aloof observer into an active participant, all the while presenting myself as being so ignorant of my own actions that she would look down her nose at my innocence even as she grew frustrated with my behavior.
In her eyes, I had to be broken but fixable. Sothing she could remake and influence. I had to make her accessible to , remove her from her place of power and put her within my reach. And eventually, it worked.
I was going to be a heeeeeero.
Stupid, stupid girl.
There are no heroes. None. I refuse and resolutely reject the very concept. I reject it to its core. If you believe there are heroes, then that ans there must also be villains. Beliefs of such caliber would force an unwanted label on people such as myself. It would force to conform to the expectations of others.
I wont do it. I wont be categorized in that losers gallery. It's not happening.
If heroes truly exist in this world, then Ill find them and Ill kill them.
Not because of who they are, but because of what they represented.
Their re existence would oppress .
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Putting Libby in her new body without letting her know that it was also her prison, had been a mont of great personal joy. And when I realized I could now directly influence her mind and control her as thoroughly as I had Morrison Cobb--
(Yes, I knew his na. Id always known his na!)
--my elation could barely be contained. Id made her see ridiculous things, participate in ridiculous conversations, and made her drink a lot of bad coffee. Our spontaneous relations had actually been her idea, but I was willing to go along with it.
(As the Offspring taught us, I know I should say no, but: Its kind of hard when shes ready to go!)
I admit though, I was running out of ideas by the ti the coffee thing happened. By God, I was tired of always being on all the ti. Keeping in character twenty-four-seven is exhausting. I have no idea how n like Daniel Day-Lewis do it. My utmost respect to all true thod actors. Except Shia LaBeouf. That guy was a try-hard.
But now the ga was over.
Libby would never have power over again. Id closed off her access. I was finally free of her. Free to begin my real story, my real adventure. Just to prove it, I used appraisal on her. The dull information ca flooding into my mind. No voice, no personality, nothing. Just words and numbers.
I was free of her.
The axe flowed into my hand. I stepped over her and slowly raised it.
Ohhhh, I had been wanting to do this for so long!
Are you wondering why hadnt I killed her when I was in her ntal landscape? Be serious! It wouldnt have done anything. In the world of the mind how do you actually kill soone? No, in order to truly murder another person, they had to be tangible. Physical. They had to breathe real air and bleed genuine blood. But more importantly, I had to be sure Libby couldnt influence any longer.
Now, I was sure. Now, it was ti to finish things.
Later, Sweetcakes, I gloated.
Then I swung down as hard as I could.
GOD DAMN IT.
The axe had stopped bare inches from her face. I swung again and again and again.
The results were the sa each ti. Apparently, I couldnt kill her myself.
What the fuck did this an?
I checked inwards. I examined my mind thoroughly. Was I being influenced? Had Libby twigged on to what I had been doing? Had she laid a trap for ? Was I being controlled?
No to all the above.
I genuinely wanted to kill her. The bloodlust was there. The desire was there. The need was there.
But sothing was preventing from doing it.
Libby, you lucky little cow I hissed in absolute hatred.
All right. Okay. I couldnt do it myself. That was obvious. But that didnt an there werent workarounds. I grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up. It felt really good to finally Vader soone. Even under circumstances as unfortunate as these.
Her eyes popped open, and she clutched desperately at my hand as she choked. Sadly, my arm began to involuntarily lower itself until her feet were touching the ground. What are you doing, she rasped when I relinquished my grip on her throat.
Shh, I told her. She stopped speaking imdiately. So nice.
I tried to tell her to drown herself, but I was unable to.
I tried to tell her to go jump off a cliff, but I was unable to.
I tried to tell her to cut herself, but I was unable to.
All right. I got it. Just as I couldnt harm her directly, I couldnt tell her to directly harm herself.
This was so unfair.
All the buildup to this very mont and I couldnt follow through on it!
Fine. Whatever. Just because I couldnt kill her didnt an I couldnt be rid of her.
First, I put her back to sleep. Then, I used [Rooting] to bind her limbs. When that was completed, I activated [Earth Mastery] and slowly began petrifying her flesh until her body was transford entirely into stone.
To finish things, I used [Earth Mastery] once more to slowly sink her into the earth, where no one would ever know where she was.
It wasnt quite as satisfying as killing her would have been, but this was the next best thing. Shed sleep through the ages, forgotten forever. I was the only person who even knew she existed.
Bye, Libby.
Enjoy eternity, you gullible loser.
It was finally over!
Wow, what should I do with my day? It had been so long since Id been truly left to my own devices. I didnt have a care in the world, and even better, I no longer had to deal with soone else caring on my behalf.
Should I go fishing? Should I go swimming? Should I go for a leisurely stroll?
Nah, I knew what I wanted to do.
I was going to go walking down the traveler's road and injure soone without cause. Might even kill them if I felt like it. Because I am a bastard, and it would amuse to commit such pointless violence.
Cruelty for crueltys sake is poor motivation, so would say.
Was it really, though? Such sentints speak to an ignorance of the human condition.
Look at the world you live in. Look at the unjust wars your governnts trick you into fighting, and the class divides your political leaders convince you to enforce.
Look at the history of bigotry, racism, and violence that is the daily normality, and the lunatics taking their murderous urges out on college campuses if youre lucky and elentary schools if you arent.
Look at all of that sheer chaos and then claim with a straight face that being a an prick just because I feel like it, is unrealistic.
Oh, I think I hear soone coming down the road.
Bye for now!
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Epilogue
I can't see anything.
I cant move.
Why cant I move?
Whats happening?
Max? Max?
Max, where are you?
Please help .
SOONE PLEASE HELP !
Its dark
Im scared
Soone please help
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I woke up in a strange bed. The light of a fire illuminated the dark room I found myself in.
I sat up, frightened, confused. Where am I? Where was Max?
My last mory of him ca to mind. His face cruel, his eyes gleaming with malevolent intent.
His hand around my throat.
And after that, the cold, cruel earth.
Max? Why? What had I done? I thought we were friends!
I made that mistake as well. I suspect one day many shall join our ranks, said a bitter, familiar voice.
Startled, I turned my head and realized another woman was in the room, sitting in a chair. She was beautiful, elegant, but her face which I rembered once beaming with kindness, was now distant and cold. A bemused expression at my recognition of her shone in her eyes.
Aestas. The Lady of Sumr.
Hello once more, Libby, is it? Welco back to the realm of Earth. I suspect you and I now have much to discuss.
My lady? I asked fearfully.
Oh, no need for titles between the two of us, girl. Were equals now in loss. Weve both been ill used by the sa bastard, havent we?
What? No. No! Max wouldntMax wouldnt
I broke into bitter tears. Max wouldnt? Max would. How had I convinced myself otherwise?
Yes, I feel much the sa, Aestas said. But dont amuse the creature by calling it by that na. There is no Max, just as there was no Keith. I know the full enormity of his sches now. I was tricked into anointing him my herald, you see. One of myprivileges is being able to hear his thoughts without my presence being detected. The creature hasnt yet realized that.
You can hear him? I asked her.
Yes. And I always know where he is. And what hes doing. And what he wants to do. The only other person who has co close to sharing this hellacious burden is you, girl.
What do you an co close? I used to live in his mind!
You lived in a contrivance, Libby. You saw what he wanted you to see and heard what he wanted you to hear.
Max wasnt like that
Stop calling him that. Everything associated with that na was a performance crafted for your benefit. When I tell you that he is a walking horror, know that I speak the truth.
But
You laughed with him. You played with him. He was your friend. And you were teaching him to be a better person. And even when he did wrong, you found a certain logic to ring true in his words and thus found it easy to forgive him, yes?"
I said nothing. What could I say? It was all true.
Aestas continued. "Again, and again and again. And when you found amusent in him, he found empowernt in your ignorance. Theres a na for a creature of the mind who operates in such insidious ways. What is it?
I didnt want to say it.
I couldnt.
I had to.
A demon? I asked her.
A Devil, Aestas corrected .
Silence filled the room as I considered the enormity of what shed said. It couldnt be true. But how could it not? I had been utterly deceived.
Hed made love him.
I hated him so much.
So, tell , Libby, continued Aestas. As a fellow victim of the creatures wickedness, does your heart ache with hatred as mine does? Would you like to set yourself against him as I would? Do you want revenge?
I would, I said.
I wanted it badly.
Good, Aestas said with a smile. Then continue to rest. Once youve regained your strength, lets speak at length and decide how well make the bastard pay. Because he is going to PAY.
Yes, I agreed fervently.
Yes, he is.
THE END
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