part 19
Full Circle
He dido call, that little mouse did not call. Damn, it, I should have gone in their myself. I can't believe I trusted Lucy to do it, she probably botched it up. I heard her talking in her sleep, calling out that little mouse's name. So, what I am assuming, is he somehow got her to blow her cover.
A situation where he was in charge. He never should be in that position, that is why he is a measly little paper pusher, because he doesn't need power. I can't believe I even thought he would be a good operative. Little egotistical mouse, he probably is plotting to take over the agency as we speak. I believe I hate him now more than I do Fawkes. Little Prick. How dare he not call me, how dare I be in a position where I have to wait for him. I do not need him. Little punk. I should have killed him when I had the chance, and I had the chance, long before I sent the little torture tape to Borden, but damn it. I had to gloat, not that their is anything wrong with gloating. I forget sometimes, I am a terrorist, and terrorist never trust people.
I don't really need the agency, but I will strike them back for all this crap. I am an invisible man.I don't really need their files, I never realised before the possibilities I have. I could conquer the world, and I don't even need that fake latex skin. I don't even need a visible person to help me. I can be a dark menace, unseen, and totally dangerous. The agency will be brought down by me, just because they need to be. They really have no power. I don't need them, I just could have lots of fun with them. I don't need Eberts, I don't even need Fawkes. I can just rule over them. Place them in terror, for the rest of their lives, for trying to overtake me, and mess up my plans. They deserve that. They will cower every time, they even think of the name Arnaud. I am far more powerful than them, no matter how many people they put against me. I am the music maker, the dreamer of dreams, I will be their god. Wait, not their god, but their devil, the one who torments them for their sins. I will stab them with my mighty invisible pitchfork, and make them regret ever being born. I don't need them.
I am free, I don't need anyone. I will survive, and I will conquer!That stupid little mouse, believing it would hurt me if he didn't call. Bwhahaha!!!! He has just gained my wrath, before he was just a pawn in my game, but now, he, and Fawkes, and that stupid Official are my puppets. Maybe not right now, but soon, I will convert them to the wood they were made out of, and like the little puppets in Pincchio, they will dance for me, for my amusement, and I will rule them with only one command. "DANCE, PUPPETS, DANCE!!!!!"And they will not be able to do anything about it, because I will rule over them, and they will pledge their allegiance to me.
I turn on the radio, and almost laugh as a Monkeys song came on.
"I could ride 'neath the wings,
Of the bluebird as she sings,
The six o'clock alarm would never ring,
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes,
The shaving razor's cold,
And it stings."
I laugh happily, the last few days have come full circle, and it all revolves around me.
The End (-or- is it?)
Full Circle
He dido call, that little mouse did not call. Damn, it, I should have gone in their myself. I can't believe I trusted Lucy to do it, she probably botched it up. I heard her talking in her sleep, calling out that little mouse's name. So, what I am assuming, is he somehow got her to blow her cover.
A situation where he was in charge. He never should be in that position, that is why he is a measly little paper pusher, because he doesn't need power. I can't believe I even thought he would be a good operative. Little egotistical mouse, he probably is plotting to take over the agency as we speak. I believe I hate him now more than I do Fawkes. Little Prick. How dare he not call me, how dare I be in a position where I have to wait for him. I do not need him. Little punk. I should have killed him when I had the chance, and I had the chance, long before I sent the little torture tape to Borden, but damn it. I had to gloat, not that their is anything wrong with gloating. I forget sometimes, I am a terrorist, and terrorist never trust people.
I don't really need the agency, but I will strike them back for all this crap. I am an invisible man.I don't really need their files, I never realised before the possibilities I have. I could conquer the world, and I don't even need that fake latex skin. I don't even need a visible person to help me. I can be a dark menace, unseen, and totally dangerous. The agency will be brought down by me, just because they need to be. They really have no power. I don't need them, I just could have lots of fun with them. I don't need Eberts, I don't even need Fawkes. I can just rule over them. Place them in terror, for the rest of their lives, for trying to overtake me, and mess up my plans. They deserve that. They will cower every time, they even think of the name Arnaud. I am far more powerful than them, no matter how many people they put against me. I am the music maker, the dreamer of dreams, I will be their god. Wait, not their god, but their devil, the one who torments them for their sins. I will stab them with my mighty invisible pitchfork, and make them regret ever being born. I don't need them.
I am free, I don't need anyone. I will survive, and I will conquer!That stupid little mouse, believing it would hurt me if he didn't call. Bwhahaha!!!! He has just gained my wrath, before he was just a pawn in my game, but now, he, and Fawkes, and that stupid Official are my puppets. Maybe not right now, but soon, I will convert them to the wood they were made out of, and like the little puppets in Pincchio, they will dance for me, for my amusement, and I will rule them with only one command. "DANCE, PUPPETS, DANCE!!!!!"And they will not be able to do anything about it, because I will rule over them, and they will pledge their allegiance to me.
I turn on the radio, and almost laugh as a Monkeys song came on.
"I could ride 'neath the wings,
Of the bluebird as she sings,
The six o'clock alarm would never ring,
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes,
The shaving razor's cold,
And it stings."
I laugh happily, the last few days have come full circle, and it all revolves around me.
The End (-or- is it?)