Control Freak
You may be wondering why the hell it took me so long to get this here. Well, I had written this up, and then revised because the original was absolute crap, then I decided that the revision was terrible as well, so I ditched the story and started again, then when I had finished, I had written enough for a small book, so I had to revise the hell out of that, and now here is the watered-down version of that revision, which I decided was too violent. Definitely not my best. I'll have to try something like this again sometime, but now, school has started.
You'll notice that despite my minimal swearing policy, there are quite a few curse words in here. Not every other word, like in some stories, but far more than I usually use. This was for character development.
Szlius was lying on the couch, watching television, like he did every night. The old leather couch smelled odd to his draconic sense of smell, and made a creaking noise every time he moved. He had finally found a comfortable position where he wouldn't have to move for a while when his cell phone rang. He held up the phone to listen to the "Ride of the Valkyries" tone for a few seconds, then flipped the phone opened.
"What?" He asked in a gruff voice.
"Hello, is this Zleeahs Fruse, son of Dreznik Fruse?"
Szlius sighed at the mispronunciation of his crappy name, the one he had always had to correct among friends, teachers, strangers.
"No, this is Szlius, pronounced siz-lee-oose,' son of the jackass who apparently never expected his son to go to high school. Who's calling?"
The voice on the other end stammered for a second, the responded. "Mr. Fruse, I'm calling on behalf of the Golden Years Retirement Facility on account of your father. I'm afraid that he is slipping in and out of comas every day and our doctors estimate that he only has a few days to live. He would like to see you before he passes."
Is she serious? He thought to himself.
"So now he wants to see me, huh? Tell him I'll play his favorite song when I dance on his grave."
Szlius almost hung up, but the woman on the other end said "He also wishes to tell you something about your family legacy. He says it's very important."
Family legacy?
"What do you mean, family legacy'?"
"He wouldn't tell it to me, sir. He wishes to tell you face-to-face."
Szlius thought for a moment. On the one hand, it was probably nothing but a sappy history lecture. On the other hand, it could have been some old, priceless antique he could pawn off for some spending money. But with his luck, it was probably AIDs. But he knew that if he didn't go to see and find out, the question would eventually drive him nuts.
"Fine, I'll be there in an hour," he finally said.
"Thank you Mr. Fruse."
And the woman hung up.
Szlius cursed the wrinkled asshole. He knew that Szlius would go just for the sake of knowing, and trapped Szlius into going to see him by playing on his own weakness. Conniving asshole.
Szlius put on an old T-shirt and a pair of jeans. The shirt was originally made for bears, but Szlius liked it, so he cut two large holes in the back to accommodate his wings. The pants came with a hole in the rear just big enough to fit his tail through without exposing his anus to the world. They were a pain in the ass to get on; it was like maneuvering three legs into a two-legged pair of pants, but all tailed creatures had to do it.
Once his clothes were on, he went outside and winced at the bright sunlight. His draconic eyes were more sensitive to light and color, and he often needed sunglasses when he went outside even on cloudy days, but his only pair broke just the other day and he didn't have the money for new ones. When his eyes adjusted somewhat, he looked to the house on his left, and saw his neighbor, James, trimming the hedges that separated the two yards, most likely so he could make his place look as presentable as possible to the many women he brought over. James was a nice guy, but he was the horniest creature Szlius ever laid eyes upon. The bull lifted the large hedge-trimmers and sliced at the hedges carefully, an anticlimax to his large, well-built physique. He had apparently been working for a while, as he was sweating. He'd be attractive if he weren't so annoying.
Ah, shit, get going before he sees you, Szlius thought. He unfurled his wings and began to take off, but a call from James stopped him in his tracks. He grumbled to himself, knowing that now he would have to play the silly courtesies that prevented him from being a total social outcast.
"Hey!" James shouted again. "You goin' somewhere, Siz?"
Siz. That was the name most people called him. Szlius hated it, but it was better than his actual name.
He turned to James and put on a normal face. "Just going to see someone," he said. He unfurled his wings again, hoping James would take the hint and end the conversation.
No such luck. "Really? Who you gonna see? A boyfriend, perhaps?"
Szlius rolled his eyes. He didn't want to tell him that he was seeing his father for the first time in over fifteen years, as the bull would never shut up.
"Yeah, you got me. And I'm on a bit of a time limit, if you catch my drift, so I really have to go."
"Oh, well don't mind me. Enjoy your time with your guy."
Szlius noticed James staring at his yellow wings. The sinewy limbs stretched from his back and had a wingspan of about 20 feet, give or take, and thin veins could be seen through the leathery skin in the sunlight. Szlius was proud of his wings, as not only were they well-toned even for dragon standards, but they also saved him a ton of money. Winged creatures tend to be higher on the socioeconomic hierarchy due to the fact that they never have to drive; they just fly wherever they need to go -- No airplanes, cars, trains, buses or bicycles necessary. As such, they also never had to pay car insurance, gas, tune-ups, traffic tickets (unless something happened in the sky, which was very rare), repairs or any of the other cash-guzzling hassles that came with cars and even bikes. It also saved time and stress, as you can't get road rage in the air. He knew good and well that James and every other animal without wings envied him, and he loved that fact.
"Yeah, I will. See ya."
And before he could waste any more time with his neighbor, he took off. He flapped his wings hard against the air, and they propelled him higher and higher with every flap, until his house and neighbor were far below him. Still, his keen eyes could make out most of the details of the area, such as the failing shingles on his neighbor's roof or the stray dog taking a piss in Szlius' back yard. He resolved to kill that dog when he got back.
As he went higher and let his worries stay on the ground, his mind wandered. The only time he felt truly happy was in the air, looking far down onto the ground where a bunch of ants mingled about in their daily routines, completely unaware that they were being watched from high above. He saw a wolf playing with his cubs in his swimming pool in their yard as his wife sat in a chair and read, and he saw a couple of lions making out in their fenced-in backyard, thinking they were totally private, and he saw a red dragon washing his blue sports car in his driveway, which meant that either the dragon was incredibly stupid, unable to use his wings for whatever reason, filthy rich and a collector, or some mixture of the three; why else would a dragon buy a car? Judging by the place he lived in, it looked like he was rich. He would have to remember that place; perhaps the red dragon was gay, and Szlius could use a rich boyfriend for once.
He didn't have to fly very far, but he took his time, enjoying the sights in the sky and just relaxing. The air fluttered in his ears with every beat of his wings, and he tasted moisture from the thin wisps of cloud he flew near.
Once he saw the retirement home, he leveled out his wings and began his gliding descent. He flew over the honking cars of people in a traffic pileup, and resisted the urge to show off his ability to fly to them as he giggled at their frustration.
He landed in the home's parking lot, setting down gently on all fours before standing on his two back legs and walking in. The facility was like any other: boring and smelling of old and death. He shuddered as he saw the wrinkled skin of old animals in wheelchairs and canes, many holding a tank of oxygen connected to a pipe in their noses so they could breathe. He wanted out of there as soon as possible.
He walked to a desk in the wall and peered inside the glass window that held an opening for talking and passing out daily medication. The uninterested nurse looked his way.
"I'm here to see Dreznik Fruse," Szlius said.
The woman looked up at him. "Name, relationship to patient and reason for visiting?"
"Szlius, son and because he called me."
The woman wrote something down on a clipboard and handed him a key. "He's in room 135, down the hall on the left. You have fifteen minutes before his nap time."
He took the key from her. Fifteen minutes, huh? More than enough time to get in, get the secret and get the hell out.
He walked down the long hallway and passed by doors to patients' rooms. Some doors were opened and appeared empty, but some had patients inside watching television or sleeping or eating. One man looked up at him with hope in his eyes, only to drop his head back down when he saw a stranger instead of his family.
God, they were so creepy.
Szlius finally made it to room 135, which was closed up and locked. Szlius slid the key in the lock and took a deep breath.
"Just pop in, get the legacy, and get out."
He opened the door.
The room looked like every other room. It was dark, with the only light coming in through the single window, which was covered by drapes. The small television hanging from the ceiling in the corner was off, and the only bed held an old dragon, his scales long-since lost color and his breathing controlled by a bunch of tubes and machines.
The dragon looked at Szlius. "So you came after all, eh?" He coughed. "Nurse said you were reluctant."
Szlius swallowed. The last time he saw his father was fifteen years ago. He revealed to him that he was gay, and Dreznik in turn threw him out. Because of this, Szlius was barely able to muster the funds to finish high school, and college became out of the question. He spent the years in dead-end jobs and run-down apartments, often sleeping on the street. When Szlius first heard that his father had suddenly suffered a mental breakdown and was put in a nursing home, he sent him a box full of gay porn, along with pictures of his naked self giving the finger. He told the nursing home never to contact him except to tell him of his father's death, of any inheritance and of any diseases he may have genetically gained.
"Reluctant? No, I was outright refusing. But you know why I'm here; you planned it that way, didn't you?"
Dreznik made a wheezing laugh. "Yeah. I know you go nuts when you don't know something curious. But before I give you our legacy, I want you to know something: I am not giving this to you out of love or for forgiveness. The one and only reason I'm giving this to you is because I have to. I still think you're a good-for-nothing faggot, and I have no regrets throwing your ass out. Clear?"
"Whatever you say, you decrepit, piss-in-a-tube bastard. So what is it? Your teeth?"
Dreznik sat up with a groan.
"Come here."
Szlius stepped closer, and Dreznik grabbed his hand. The old fart's grip was stronger than one would expect. Dreznik looked straight into Szlius' eyes and Szlius felt instantly uncomfortable. He felt as though his soul was being scanned, that every aspect of his mind and memories were under the piercing gaze of the old dragon in front of him. Then he saw a bright flash, and the old dragon let go of his son's hand.
Szlius staggered back, feeling light-headed. "What the hell"
"That's it," Dreznik interrupted. "Our legacy is yours now. Now get the hell out of my sight."
Szlius looked at the dragon. "What did you do?"
Dreznik had closed his eyes and didn't respond. The monitor by his bed that gauged his heartbeat flatlined, making a shrill and constant noise that filled the room.
His father was dead.
A bunch of people in uniform came into the room. One of them pushed Szlius out, saying that he couldn't be in there while they tried to resuscitate his father. He didn't resist. He left the nursing home, not caring if the bag of scales was alive or dead. When he got outside, he immediately noticed that something was very different.
He still felt dazed, but it appeared to wear off. He looked up. What was so strange?
The light. His eyes didn't hurt. His eyes always hurt in the bright daylight. There were no clouds covering the sun. What exactly did his father do?
He sighed and put his hands in his pockets. Something rustled in his left pocket. He didn't put any paper in there, did he?
He pulled his hand out, and in it was a rumpled piece of paper. He opened it up, and there was something written on it, like instructions.
"The power of mind control. "
"Stare directly into the eyes of the one to be controlled and command him. The receiver of the command will do the controller's bidding without question and will be at the mercy of the commander until the commander dies, releases the power, releases the commanded from his control or becomes otherwise incapacitated."
"These rules must be followed by anyone in the chosen family who wields this power."
"Rule one: The power does not work on any younglings."
"Rule two: The power must be passed on to the next generation before death, or the power and family line will be eradicated."
"Rule three: The power must not be abused, lest the abuser face dire consequences."
Szlius stared at the paper. Dreznik must have slipped it into his pocket during the. . . whatever the hell it was.
"Mind control, huh? What a load of shit," he said out loud.
Still, Szlius looked at the paper. "Does not work on any younglings." Okay, what did this magical power consider to be a youngling? Under thirteen? It could at least be specific there.
"Must be passed on to the next generation or the bloodline will be eradicated." Szlius laughed out loud at this one. His bloodline didn't stand much chance anyway due to the fact that males didn't get pregnant.
"Must not be abused, lest the abuser face dire consequences." This one was obviously made up. The other rules were faded, like they were written many years ago, but this rule was written recently in a different ink, most likely by Dreznik who didn't want Szlius doing anything Dreznik wouldn't want.
That is, if the power wasn't a load of shit.
Still, Szlius pondered the possibility. Something had definitely happened in that room; that much was obvious. And he felt different. Not better or worse, but different, and he couldn't identify what was so new.
He stuffed the paper into his pocket and began his fly home. He wasn't as relaxed as he usually was in the air. He felt tense and nervous. He could see some of the same things he saw in the air before: the wolves in the pool (though now the mother had joined the rest), the couple of lions making out, who were now full-on humping in the yard. He saw that red dragon finishing up his car in the driveway and had an idea.
Let's see if this guy's interested, Szlius thought.
Szlius flew down to the dragon's driveway. On the ground his house appeared even bigger than in the air. The dragon wore no shirt and a tight pair of swim paints; good sign. His chest was muscular and his body was wet from the water he used to wash his car. Szlius made out a distinctive bulge in the big dragon's pants.
Szlius looked up and down the driveway, pretending to be a simple passerby. He looked at the car and whistled feigned astonishment, calling out to the owner.
"Nice car!" He said. He despised cars, but he had to start the conversation somehow.
"Isn't she though?" The red dragon called back. "1960's vintage. I've been looking for this baby for years."
Szlius had no idea why it was so damn cool for a car to be old. "Really?" He said with a happy face. "Must have cost a fortune."
"Yeah, but I managed to haggle the guy for a decent price. Wanna have a look?"
No, Szlius thought. But if he could garner the dragon's interest, he might be able to get him to go out on a date. He still had to determine if he was gay or not, but he didn't appear to be married.
"Sure," he replied. He went up close to the dragon and pretended to admire the heavy hunk of useless metal in front of him. "You drive?" Szlius asked.
"Nah, I just collect. An old habit of mine," the dragon responded. "I'm Crayne," he said, and extended his hand.
Szlius took it. "Zee," he said reluctantly. He hated introducing himself by his real name, so he used the nickname "Zee" whenever he could. Crayne had a strong grip.
"Where you from, Zee? I haven't seen you around here before," Crayne said.
"I'm from a few blocks away. Never been here before, so I was just taking a walk."
"Really?" Crayne looked at Szlius. Szlius suddenly had an urge to test that power, just to be sure. But how? If it was just a load of shit and he ordered Crayne to do something, he'd look foolish. He decided to say something jokingly, so if nothing happened then Crayne would just laugh it off and life would go on.
Szlius put on a joking demeanor and looked right into Crayne's blue eyes. "Hey, I got five bucks; just sell the car to me!" He immediately laughed, but Crayne kept staring. At first he thought he didn't pull it off, that Crayne was going to dismiss him as an idiot, but then something happened.
"Sure," Crayne said. "It's all yours." His voice was lower and more wooden than it was minutes before, and his face was devoid of emotion. He kept looking at Szlius, and Szlius felt very weird. A strange feeling overcame him. It was a feeling of dominance, like he could make anyone do anything he wanted.
He didn't know how he knew, but he knew without a doubt that Crayne was under his control.
He felt himself begin to shake. The power was real. The possibilities for this power were endless. He felt invincible, like he could do anything he wanted. And he could, couldn't he? And while Szlius pondered all the ways he could use this to his advantage, Crayne stood there waiting for his command. It was euphoric.
"Crayne," Szlius said as though he were still making idle chit-chat, "Are you gay or straight?"
"I'm straight," Crayne replied in the same voice.
"Not anymore," Szlius said. "From now on, you're attracted to males only. Oh, and you may call me Master.' Now, Crayne, are you gay or straight?"
"I'm gay, Master."
"Good boy," Szlius said. "Now let's go inside."
"All right, Master." Szlius shuddered at being called "master." It felt so good. Crayne walked to the front door and unlocked it, allowing the dragons to go inside.
The inside of the house was huge. The living room was as big as two of Szlius' unused garages put together. There was a stairway at the south end of the house that led up to the second floor. It was that stairwell that Szlius was interested in.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he said to his new slave.
Crayne led Szlius to the master bedroom on the second floor. The bed was covered by very expensive sheets.
Szlius was about to take off his clothes, but he had another idea.
"Crayne? Undress me. We're going to have some fun in here."
"Yes, Master."
Crayne took Szlius' shirt and maneuvered it past his wings and the horns on his head. It was a hassle, but the shirt soon came off, exposing Szlius' chest. He was no stud, but he was by no means unattractive.
Next Crayne moved to Szlius' pants. "Kneel down and unzip my jeans with your teeth," Szlius commanded.
Crayne obeyed, getting down on his knees. He took the small zipper between his sharp teeth and slowly zipped downward, unfurling the pants. When the zipper was completely undone, he pulled Szlius' pants down, moving past the tail. Szlius lifted his feet so his servant could get them off completely.
Now Szlius was wearing only his underwear, a pair of boxer-briefs. Crayne stood in front of him, awaiting orders.
"Now, take off your pants slowly, slave, and make it look good."
Crayne obeyed. He took his tight, wet swim pants with one hand and slowly removed them, jutting out his pelvis and turning so Szlius could see his slowly emerging tailhole. Crayne smiled an inviting grin and winked at Szlius, doing just as his master commanded. His pants fell past his waistline, and he showed off his large balls to Szlius, who felt himself begin to grow hard at the sight of the muscular red dragon's stripping. When his pants were off, Crayne raised an arm behind his head, stretching his chest, and he placed his other hand on his hip, posing for Szlius.
"Does this please you, Master?" Crayne said. His voice had gone from wooden and monotonous to soft and lusty.
Szlius removed his underwear, exposing his black, growing member. Crayne looked at Szlius, staying in the same pose, and his own member began to emerge. Szlius realized that he had not only controlled Crayne's mind, but also genuinely altered his sexual orientation; slave or not, Crayne was enjoying this.
"Yeah, my good servant. That makes Master very pleased." He approached Crayne. "Now get on your knees and suck your master's big dick like a good little whore."
"Yes, my Master." Crayne obeyed, and knelt down and began to suck Szlius' hard penis. Szlius felt Crayne's tongue gliding against his skin as Crayne bobbed back and forth along his hard shaft, and he noticed that Crayne's penis was fully erect and emerged from its sheathe. He was enjoying this just as much as Szlius was.
"Oh, yeah, you like that, don't you? You love sucking Master off, huh?"
Crayne stopped his sucking just long enough to respond: "Oh, yes, Master. I love your taste in my mouth. I want more."
"Well, continue doing what you love, pet."
"Yes, Master."
Crayne resumed sucking Szlius, who was edging closer and closer to orgasm.
"Rub my balls," Szlius ordered. Crayne did as he was told and reached up to caress Szlius' dangling testacles. The feeling of having his nuts being moved around pushed Szlius over the edge, and he felt his climax explode from his penis.
"Ah, ah," Szlius shouted with his orgasm. "Drink my cum now, fag!"
And Crayne obeyed, swallowing every spurt that erupted from Szlius. Not a drop went wasted. When he was finished, he ordered Crayne to stand.
"How did you like your first of many, many times drinking my jizz, slave?"
"I loved it, Master. Your cum is so delicious. I cannot wait for more."
"Oh, you want more? Well then, get on your hands and knees, pet."
Crayne obeyed.
"Now raise your tail and beg Master to enter you."
Crayne's tail slowly went up, and he moaned. "Oh, Master, please do me; I want it; I need it! My ass needs to be filled with your cum, Master. Please, please hilt me." He spread his ass cheeks apart as he moaned, opening his ass as wide as he could. His begging was so genuine and sensual that Szlius couldn't speak for a moment. The sight of the desperate dragon's tailhole was the single sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life.
"Good little slave," Szlius said. He got down on top of the dragon and entered him, fast and hard. Crayne gasped and moaned under his master's thrusting, begging for more every second. Szlius pushed into him harder and faster, feeling his inner walls tighten like a vice on his dick, sending waves of pleasure up his spine. It wasn't long before he released his contents into the red dragon's ass, filling it as much as he could.
When he was done, he exited the panting and moaning dragon on the floor.
"Now, I have to go and get some things so I can come here. This is no longer your house, as you're giving it to me. Isn't that great?"
"Yes, Master. It's all yours. It greatly pleases me to know that I serve you well."
"Yes, that's a good slave. You stay here until I come back, and then we can have some more fun."
"Yes, Master."
Szlius put on his clothes and left the house ecstatic. He had controlled the mind of a dragon, changed his sexuality, made him give him a blow job and had made him give him his huge house. He couldn't get over himself. He had the power to make anyone do anything he wanted without question! He could finally have money, a nice, hot boyfriend, food and security for the rest of his life.
"Haha, thanks for the gift, you old bastard." Szlius spoke to his imagined father. "Maybe I'll only shit a little on your grave."
Szlius headed home to gather his things. Time to change his address.
When he arrived home, James was out there to meet him.
"Back already! How was your date?"
Szlius looked right at him. "Oh, it went great, actually. Could you come and help me with something? I need help lifting some stuff."
"Sure, but I need to be quick. I got a lady friend on the way, if you know what I mean." The bull winked.
You're about to not care, Szlius thought with anticipation boiling up inside of him. When they got inside Szlius' house, Szlius looked into James' eyes. "From now on, you are my slave. You will do whatever I tell you. I am your master."
James stared back for a few seconds, then his face went cold. "Yes, Master. I am yours to command." He spoke in the same monotone voice that Crayne had spoken with before. Szlius felt that same rush, the same feeling of power he got when he controlled Crayne, and he loved it.
"There's a good bull. Now go get your car and park it outside my house. We're going to be using it to move from here to my new place."
"Yes, Master." James went out and returned five minutes later in his car.
Szlius worked him all day. Every order he gave, James followed. It was like he didn't get tired or hungry, and he never used the bathroom unless Szlius first gave permission. It felt so good to be in control, to have others inconvenienced for his sake for once. They took things to the new house and came back for another load again and again the entire day. When James' prostitute showed up, Szlius took control of her and sent her off to prison.
At the end of the day, Szlius had James stop working. He was sweating profusely, coating his muscles in the liquid. Szlius felt himself get hard again, so he took James inside and changed him like he changed Crayne.
"From now on, slave, you're gay. You are attracted only to males." Then Szlius had another idea. "And you're not just gay, but a complete cock slut. You love sucking other males off and taking them up your ass. You want to be filled in both ends more than anything, and you dream of being covered in cum. It is your reason for living, the only thought on your mind."
"Yes, Master." James replied. His pants were already bulging with his rapidly growing member as his thoughts were completely replaced with Szlius' orders.
Szlius spoke again. "What do you want most?"
"To be filled with and covered in cum, Master."
"And who's cum do you want the most?"
"Yours, my Master."
"Good boy. . ." Szlius had just begun to undress when the doorbell rang. Angry at the interruption, he threw off his shirt and opened the door. The intruder was the mailman; a nice-looking horse that would make a very good addition to Szlius' growing following.
"Hi, I'm here to drop off. . .a. . . package. . " the mailman saw James in his horny state, and appeared awkward. No matter.
Szlius stared into his eyes. "Well, you certainly do have a package. Come inside and unwrap it for us."
The horse stood for a second, his mind visibly slipping away at the behest of his new master.
"Yes, I think I'll do that," he said in the same monotone voice as the rest of them. Szlius again had the sudden burst of energy and feeling of dominance that appeared to accompany every mind he took, and once he closed the door and looked upon his two newest servants, he had another idea.
"We're going to wait a little while," he said. "Let's go back to my new place and we can all have some fun with our other friend. James, you and. . . what's your name, horse?"
"Steven," the horse immediately replied.
"Yes, we'll have to change that later. The two of you get in the car and meet me at the house."
Szlius gave them the address and they drove off in a hurry in order to fulfill Szlius' orders. He inhaled and gave a tremendous laugh; he couldn't believe this was happening to him after all his life, and he loved every second of it. He loved the blank looks on the faces of his slaves, he loved changing their sexuality to whatever he desired, and most of all, he loved turning creatures into his personal toys. He could very well take over the entire country if he wanted, and the thought sent shivers up his spine. But first things first; he had to deal with his new house.
He took to the air again and flew a beeline to Crayne's old estate, and was surprised to see his slaves waiting for him there. They all stood in single file, like soldiers awaiting orders from their officer, and Szlius didn't disappoint. He stood before the three and proclaimed in a loud voice his superiority.
"You all belong to me. I am your master, your god, the only thing you have ever known and will ever know. None of you have names unless I give you one, and none of you have identities unless I give you one. The only exception to this is you, Crayne; since you were my first, I will be gracious and allow to keep only your name. You will all obey my orders, and my first order to you all collectively is to fuck like you never have before. Get on the floor and pleasure me right now."
Then all three slaves fell to the ground, the horse undressing as fast as he could and the bull already starting to suck Crayne. Szlius watched the whole thing, laughing and pawing himself.
"Yes, my good sluts. Screw eachother into the next timezone! Make your master cum!"
The bull was in the middle of the horse and Crayne, sucking one off and getting hilted by the other. One of his free hands fondled the dragon's balls while his other hand rubbed his own hard cock. Shouts of pleasure sounded from the fucking machines every now and again. When Szlius felt his orgasm peaking he stood over the bull and let loose all over him, his jizz splashing onto the bovine's sweaty chest. The bull kept taking the horse and Crayne in his ends with Szlius' essence running down his pecs.
Szlius took a step back. The sides of his head throbbed a little; probably from too much action that day. But it wasn't over just yet.
"I'm going out," he said to the fuck machines he controlled. "Keep going until I get back."
He left the trio to their spooge and exited the house, locking the door behind him. It wouldn't do for someone to come knocking while he was away just to find three males going at eachother. He spread his wings and took off into the air again. Next stop: the bank.
Szlius already knew exactly what he'd do once he got there. Walk up to a teller, control him, order him to transfer an assload of money into his bank account, and then walk off without anyone being the wiser. The teller would be fired and Szlius would be rich.
He arrived at the bank. The structure was small as far as banks go. It had been there for many years. He went inside. There were creatures of all species bustling about, doing whatever people did here. The teller had just called him next. Perfect.
He went up to the teller, a female sheep, who looked up from her papers on her desk. "How are you doing," she asked monotonously.
Szlius looked into her eyes. "Oh, just fine. I'm here to make an account transfer."
He winced as he felt his headache intensify.
"All right, sir. Please fill these out," she handed him a few papers full of legal nonsense and went back to work.
What was this? She should have been his new robot. Maybe Szlius didn't maintain eye contact long enough. He tried again.
"Um, tell me what the date is," he thought up.
The woman looked on her calendar and said "April 17th," and then she went back to work.
Szlius head throbbed again. He had had migraines as a youngling, but never anything like this.
Snap.
What was that sound? Szlius thought to himself. It sounded faint, like the snapping of a twig.
Snap.
Louder this time.
Snap.
Louder.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.
The noise was unbearable. Each sound came in rapid succession, louder than the sound before. It echoed throughout his mind. He looked around; everyone else in the building appeared not to hear it. But that was impossible.
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.
He gripped his ears and screamed as loud as he could. He roared and fell to the ground, slamming his ears against the marble floor of the bank; anything to drown out the agonizing noise in his head. The others in the building looked at him in fear. Why weren't they helping him? Where was Crayne? Where was James? Where was Dreznik?
Dreznik. Through his pain a needle of understanding pierced Szlius' mind. This was the power. This was what happens when the power is abused. And Dreznik knew. He knew the entire time that Szlius would abuse it, that he would use it carelessly, and that this would happen to him. The understanding only made him hurt more; even from beyond the grave, his father still managed to make his life miserable. He screamed and thrashed; someone called 911, people gathered around him in a circle, trying to make sense of the flailing dragon on the floor. The last thing he felt before he passed out was the warmth of his blood on his hands that covered his ears.
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Joney Kirreh walked into the quiet hospital room, holding the patient's chart in her hand. The chart held all the patient's known information. A John Doe when he came in, blood gushing from his ears and a look of pure horror glued to the dragon's yellow face, his wallet identified him as Szlius Fruse. Age 30, unemployed. Father passed away the day before, mother missing.
Joney looked at the bed of the patient. He laid there as he did every day and night for months. The doctors said he wouldn't wake up from the coma, but since he never filled any forms permitting that he be euthanized, they had to keep him alive. He had suffered a psychotic episode while at a nearby bank, and passed out. But as for why his ears were bleeding, none could figure that out. He'd never hear again; at least, if he ever woke up.
Joney put the chart down and changed the patient's excrement bags. She checked the monitor by his bed; heart rate was stable. Blood pressure was 180/20. Breathing was stable. She wrote all this down on her chart and exited the room, putting the chart in a nearby basket. Time to sign out and go home to rest.