# Eric Talon: Bodyguard

Author: TY951
Tags: Gargoyle, Mind Control, Mind change, Muscle Growth, Petrification, RP, Roleplay, Statue, Transformation, tf

#1 of Eric Talon

Another RP turned story. This time showing my amoral reality altering character Eric Talon.

One&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;things&nbsp;one&nbsp;needs&nbsp;in&nbsp;order&nbsp;to&nbsp;be&nbsp;the&nbsp;best&nbsp;is&nbsp;to&nbsp;be&nbsp;protected&nbsp;from&nbsp;ones&nbsp;enemies.&nbsp;Wealth&nbsp;and&nbsp;connections

are&nbsp;ruined&nbsp;if&nbsp;you&nbsp;end&nbsp;up&nbsp;being&nbsp;killed by&nbsp;an&nbsp;enemy&nbsp;or&nbsp;a&nbsp;rival,&nbsp;or&nbsp;even,&nbsp;an&nbsp;act&nbsp;of&nbsp;nature.

-&nbsp;To&nbsp;Be&nbsp;the&nbsp;Very&nbsp;Best,&nbsp;Unknown

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Eric&nbsp;Talon&nbsp;is&nbsp;a&nbsp;man&nbsp;of&nbsp;many&nbsp;talents.&nbsp;The&nbsp;sciences,&nbsp;the&nbsp;arts,&nbsp;the&nbsp;occult,&nbsp;he's&nbsp;quite&nbsp;well&nbsp;versed&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;knowledge&nbsp;he&nbsp;has

accumulated.&nbsp;This,&nbsp;of&nbsp;course,&nbsp;is&nbsp;not enough.&nbsp;He&nbsp;is&nbsp;wealthy,&nbsp;powerful,&nbsp;influential,&nbsp;but&nbsp;it's&nbsp;never&nbsp;enough.&nbsp;He&nbsp;knows&nbsp;of&nbsp;things

that&nbsp;would&nbsp;help&nbsp;him&nbsp;in&nbsp;his&nbsp;plans,&nbsp;but&nbsp;first,&nbsp;he&nbsp;needs&nbsp;a&nbsp;protector,&nbsp;a loyal&nbsp;protector&nbsp;who&nbsp;follows&nbsp;without&nbsp;question.&nbsp;While&nbsp;he's

looking&nbsp;at&nbsp;the&nbsp;cash&nbsp;he&nbsp;made&nbsp;from&nbsp;a&nbsp;recent&nbsp;sale&nbsp;of&nbsp;a&nbsp;statue,&nbsp;he&nbsp;looks&nbsp;at&nbsp;a&nbsp;stone&nbsp;grey&nbsp;flower&nbsp;in&nbsp;a display&nbsp;case,&nbsp;and

then&nbsp;an&nbsp;idea&nbsp;hit&nbsp;him.

&nbsp;

"Perfect."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;twisted&nbsp;grin.&nbsp;"This&nbsp;needs&nbsp;some&nbsp;experiments."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;takes&nbsp;the&nbsp;stone&nbsp;flower&nbsp;with&nbsp;his

gloved&nbsp;hands&nbsp;and&nbsp;heads&nbsp;off&nbsp;to&nbsp;his basement&nbsp;laboratory.

&nbsp;

Barrett&nbsp;Carver&nbsp;is&nbsp;busy&nbsp;reading&nbsp;his&nbsp;favorite&nbsp;book&nbsp;one&nbsp;late&nbsp;afternoon&nbsp;when&nbsp;his&nbsp;phone&nbsp;begins&nbsp;to&nbsp;ring.&nbsp;Irritated&nbsp;at&nbsp;the&nbsp;interruption

of&nbsp;a&nbsp;rather&nbsp;peaceful&nbsp;day, he&nbsp;picks&nbsp;it&nbsp;up.

&nbsp;

"Hello,&nbsp;who&nbsp;is&nbsp;this?"&nbsp;He&nbsp;asked&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;places&nbsp;a&nbsp;bookmark&nbsp;on&nbsp;the&nbsp;page&nbsp;he&nbsp;ended&nbsp;up.

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"It's&nbsp;me&nbsp;Eric!"&nbsp;His&nbsp;friend&nbsp;shouted&nbsp;at&nbsp;the&nbsp;phone&nbsp;in&nbsp;an&nbsp;enthusiastic&nbsp;and&nbsp;childish&nbsp;voice.

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"What&nbsp;is&nbsp;it?"&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;asked&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;closes&nbsp;his&nbsp;ear&nbsp;from&nbsp;the&nbsp;noise,&nbsp;"I&nbsp;doubt&nbsp;it's&nbsp;just&nbsp;for&nbsp;a&nbsp;chat."

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"Well,&nbsp;are&nbsp;you&nbsp;busy&nbsp;now?&nbsp;I&nbsp;need&nbsp;you&nbsp;for&nbsp;something."

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Barrett&nbsp;looks&nbsp;at&nbsp;his&nbsp;book&nbsp;and&nbsp;sighs,&nbsp;"No,"&nbsp;He&nbsp;answered,&nbsp;"Where'd&nbsp;you&nbsp;want&nbsp;me&nbsp;to&nbsp;go?&nbsp;And&nbsp;what&nbsp;is&nbsp;this&nbsp;something&nbsp;exactly?"

&nbsp;

"Just&nbsp;come&nbsp;to&nbsp;my&nbsp;place&nbsp;and&nbsp;I'll&nbsp;ex-"&nbsp;Then&nbsp;the&nbsp;sound&nbsp;of&nbsp;an&nbsp;explosion&nbsp;cuts&nbsp;the&nbsp;phone&nbsp;line.

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When&nbsp;met&nbsp;with&nbsp;the&nbsp;beeping&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;phone,&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;can&nbsp;only&nbsp;feel&nbsp;tired.&nbsp;"What&nbsp;on&nbsp;earth&nbsp;is&nbsp;he&nbsp;planning?"&nbsp;He&nbsp;muttered&nbsp;to&nbsp;himself

as&nbsp;he&nbsp;puts&nbsp;the&nbsp;phone down.&nbsp;He&nbsp;then&nbsp;rubs&nbsp;his&nbsp;temples&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;remembers&nbsp;who&nbsp;he&nbsp;is&nbsp;dealing&nbsp;with.&nbsp;"Eric&nbsp;has&nbsp;always&nbsp;been&nbsp;a

rich&nbsp;eccentric."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;fixes&nbsp;himself.&nbsp;He&nbsp;then heads&nbsp;towards&nbsp;Eric's&nbsp;large&nbsp;home,&nbsp;which&nbsp;itself&nbsp;is&nbsp;far&nbsp;away&nbsp;from&nbsp;the&nbsp;city.

The&nbsp;sun&nbsp;is&nbsp;already&nbsp;setting&nbsp;when&nbsp;he&nbsp;reached&nbsp;the&nbsp;front&nbsp;gate.&nbsp;He&nbsp;lets&nbsp;himself&nbsp;in&nbsp;as&nbsp;he walks&nbsp;up&nbsp;the&nbsp;circular&nbsp;road&nbsp;towards&nbsp;the

porch.&nbsp;"He&nbsp;definitely&nbsp;needs&nbsp;to&nbsp;hire&nbsp;a&nbsp;guard&nbsp;or&nbsp;two&nbsp;around&nbsp;here."&nbsp;He&nbsp;commented&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;notices&nbsp;an&nbsp;empty&nbsp;pedestal right&nbsp;in&nbsp;front

of&nbsp;the&nbsp;gate.&nbsp;As&nbsp;he&nbsp;reaches&nbsp;the&nbsp;main&nbsp;door,&nbsp;he&nbsp;knocks&nbsp;on&nbsp;the&nbsp;door&nbsp;using&nbsp;the&nbsp;brass&nbsp;knocker.&nbsp;"Hello?"&nbsp;He&nbsp;called,&nbsp;"Anyone&nbsp;home?"

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"I'm&nbsp;here!&nbsp;I'm&nbsp;here!"&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;shouted&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;then&nbsp;opens&nbsp;the&nbsp;door,&nbsp;greeting&nbsp;his&nbsp;friend&nbsp;while&nbsp;covered&nbsp;in&nbsp;soot.

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"What&nbsp;happened&nbsp;to&nbsp;you?"&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;rhetorically&nbsp;asked,&nbsp;"Isn't&nbsp;it&nbsp;a&nbsp;little&nbsp;early&nbsp;to&nbsp;play&nbsp;as&nbsp;Santa's&nbsp;little&nbsp;black&nbsp;helper?"

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"Shut&nbsp;up,&nbsp;I&nbsp;just&nbsp;put&nbsp;fire&nbsp;on&nbsp;a&nbsp;bottle&nbsp;of&nbsp;oil."

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"Was&nbsp;that&nbsp;oil&nbsp;mixed&nbsp;with&nbsp;dynamite?"&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;enters&nbsp;the&nbsp;house&nbsp;and&nbsp;goes&nbsp;to&nbsp;the&nbsp;living&nbsp;room.&nbsp;"So,"&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;turns

to&nbsp;face&nbsp;his&nbsp;friend,&nbsp;"What is&nbsp;it&nbsp;you&nbsp;want&nbsp;me&nbsp;to&nbsp;do?"

&nbsp;

"Just&nbsp;you&nbsp;wait,"&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;whispered&nbsp;before&nbsp;he&nbsp;turns&nbsp;to&nbsp;his&nbsp;friend&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;smile&nbsp;on&nbsp;his&nbsp;face.&nbsp;"I&nbsp;need&nbsp;you&nbsp;for&nbsp;an&nbsp;experiment."

&nbsp;

"Ok,"&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;muttered,&nbsp;"I&nbsp;feel&nbsp;like&nbsp;you'll&nbsp;just&nbsp;continue&nbsp;with&nbsp;it&nbsp;anyway,&nbsp;with&nbsp;or&nbsp;without&nbsp;my&nbsp;consent."&nbsp;He&nbsp;then&nbsp;turns&nbsp;away,&nbsp;"Or&nbsp;my

lawyers."&nbsp;He&nbsp;muttered before&nbsp;turning&nbsp;back&nbsp;to&nbsp;Eric,&nbsp;"What&nbsp;sort&nbsp;of&nbsp;experiment?"

&nbsp;

"Oh,&nbsp;just&nbsp;medicine.&nbsp;It&nbsp;works&nbsp;well&nbsp;on&nbsp;animals,&nbsp;but&nbsp;I&nbsp;haven't&nbsp;tested&nbsp;it&nbsp;out&nbsp;on&nbsp;humans&nbsp;you&nbsp;see."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;mischievous&nbsp;tone&nbsp;that

Barrett&nbsp;failed&nbsp;to&nbsp;notice.

&nbsp;

"There's&nbsp;such&nbsp;thing&nbsp;as&nbsp;advertising&nbsp;you&nbsp;know."

&nbsp;

"Oh&nbsp;no,&nbsp;I&nbsp;haven't&nbsp;even&nbsp;patented&nbsp;it&nbsp;yet.&nbsp;If&nbsp;someone&nbsp;find&nbsp;out&nbsp;about&nbsp;it,&nbsp;I&nbsp;might&nbsp;lose&nbsp;the&nbsp;trademark."&nbsp;This&nbsp;only&nbsp;makes&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;sigh&nbsp;with&nbsp;defeat.

&nbsp;

"Medicine?"&nbsp;He&nbsp;said,&nbsp;"What&nbsp;is&nbsp;it?&nbsp;Pill?&nbsp;S-syringe?&nbsp;You&nbsp;know&nbsp;how&nbsp;much&nbsp;I'm&nbsp;afraid&nbsp;of&nbsp;needles."&nbsp;He&nbsp;nervously&nbsp;asked&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;quickly&nbsp;looks

around&nbsp;for&nbsp;any&nbsp;hidden&nbsp;needles.

&nbsp;

"No,&nbsp;just&nbsp;some&nbsp;pills."&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;chuckled&nbsp;at&nbsp;sight,&nbsp;"But&nbsp;before&nbsp;that,&nbsp;what&nbsp;do&nbsp;you&nbsp;know&nbsp;about&nbsp;gargoyles?"&nbsp;He&nbsp;asked.

&nbsp;

"Gargoyle,&nbsp;a&nbsp;decorative&nbsp;and&nbsp;functional&nbsp;design&nbsp;on&nbsp;Gothic&nbsp;architecture,&nbsp;used&nbsp;as&nbsp;a&nbsp;functioning&nbsp;waterspout,&nbsp;its&nbsp;non&nbsp;functioning&nbsp;counterpart

is&nbsp;called&nbsp;a&nbsp;Grotesque. In&nbsp;earlier&nbsp;times,&nbsp;its&nbsp;frightening&nbsp;appearance&nbsp;was&nbsp;used&nbsp;as&nbsp;a&nbsp;way&nbsp;to&nbsp;scare&nbsp;away&nbsp;evil&nbsp;and&nbsp;to&nbsp;protect&nbsp;scared&nbsp;locations.

Nowadays,&nbsp;due&nbsp;to&nbsp;the&nbsp;same&nbsp;frightening appearance,&nbsp;popular&nbsp;culture&nbsp;has&nbsp;made&nbsp;the&nbsp;silent&nbsp;sentinel&nbsp;of&nbsp;holy&nbsp;places&nbsp;into&nbsp;a&nbsp;stereotypical

demon&nbsp;made&nbsp;out&nbsp;of&nbsp;rock."&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;answered&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;raises&nbsp;a&nbsp;brow, "Does&nbsp;that&nbsp;answer&nbsp;your&nbsp;question?"

&nbsp;

"Well,"&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;snorted,&nbsp;"More&nbsp;of&nbsp;an&nbsp;answer&nbsp;I&nbsp;expected.&nbsp;Okay&nbsp;then!"&nbsp;He&nbsp;then&nbsp;gives&nbsp;him&nbsp;a&nbsp;pill.&nbsp;"Now,&nbsp;swallow&nbsp;it&nbsp;up."&nbsp;He&nbsp;also&nbsp;gives&nbsp;him

a&nbsp;cup&nbsp;of&nbsp;water.&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;looks&nbsp;at&nbsp;the&nbsp;pill on&nbsp;one&nbsp;hand&nbsp;and&nbsp;the&nbsp;cup&nbsp;of&nbsp;water&nbsp;on&nbsp;the&nbsp;other.

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"Here&nbsp;goes&nbsp;nothing."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;swallows&nbsp;the&nbsp;pill&nbsp;and&nbsp;drinks&nbsp;some&nbsp;water.

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"Well,"&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;slowly&nbsp;claps,&nbsp;"I&nbsp;sure&nbsp;am&nbsp;surprised&nbsp;by&nbsp;your&nbsp;bravery."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;drops&nbsp;the&nbsp;childishness.

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Before&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;can&nbsp;ask,&nbsp;he&nbsp;drops&nbsp;the&nbsp;cup&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;is&nbsp;hit&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;great&nbsp;amount&nbsp;of&nbsp;pain&nbsp;in&nbsp;his&nbsp;stomach.&nbsp;He&nbsp;grips&nbsp;his&nbsp;belly&nbsp;with&nbsp;both&nbsp;of&nbsp;his

arms&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;fell&nbsp;to&nbsp;his&nbsp;knees.&nbsp;He looks&nbsp;up&nbsp;at&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;as&nbsp;the&nbsp;pain&nbsp;slowly&nbsp;begins&nbsp;to&nbsp;become&nbsp;unbearable.&nbsp;"What&nbsp;did&nbsp;you&nbsp;make&nbsp;me&nbsp;take!?"

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Eric&nbsp;simply&nbsp;walks&nbsp;back&nbsp;and&nbsp;forth&nbsp;while&nbsp;chuckling,&nbsp;admiring&nbsp;the&nbsp;results&nbsp;of&nbsp;his&nbsp;experiments.&nbsp;He&nbsp;then&nbsp;goes&nbsp;to&nbsp;a&nbsp;display&nbsp;case&nbsp;and&nbsp;picks

up&nbsp;a&nbsp;grey&nbsp;stone&nbsp;flower.&nbsp;"I found&nbsp;a&nbsp;special&nbsp;flower."

&nbsp;

Barrett&nbsp;looks&nbsp;at&nbsp;it&nbsp;for&nbsp;a&nbsp;moment&nbsp;until&nbsp;the&nbsp;pain&nbsp;causes&nbsp;him&nbsp;to&nbsp;face&nbsp;the&nbsp;floor;&nbsp;he&nbsp;uses&nbsp;his&nbsp;right&nbsp;arm&nbsp;as&nbsp;a&nbsp;support&nbsp;to&nbsp;prevent&nbsp;him&nbsp;from

hitting&nbsp;the&nbsp;floor&nbsp;face&nbsp;first. "What's&nbsp;that&nbsp;suppose&nbsp;to&nbsp;be?"&nbsp;He&nbsp;asked&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;closes&nbsp;his&nbsp;eyes&nbsp;due&nbsp;to&nbsp;the&nbsp;pain.

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"Listen&nbsp;to&nbsp;me,"&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;said&nbsp;in&nbsp;a&nbsp;serious&nbsp;tone,&nbsp;"And&nbsp;listen&nbsp;closely.&nbsp;This&nbsp;flower,&nbsp;the&nbsp;Medusa&nbsp;Rose,&nbsp;can&nbsp;turn&nbsp;living&nbsp;beings&nbsp;into&nbsp;stone.&nbsp;Took

me&nbsp;a&nbsp;while&nbsp;to&nbsp;find&nbsp;it,&nbsp;but&nbsp;it was&nbsp;worth&nbsp;taking&nbsp;the&nbsp;risk."

&nbsp;

"WHAT!"&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;shouted&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;opens&nbsp;his&nbsp;eyes&nbsp;and&nbsp;tries&nbsp;to&nbsp;stand&nbsp;up,&nbsp;only&nbsp;for&nbsp;his&nbsp;legs&nbsp;to&nbsp;stay&nbsp;completely&nbsp;still.&nbsp;He&nbsp;then&nbsp;places&nbsp;his&nbsp;left

arm&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;same&nbsp;supporting stance&nbsp;just&nbsp;like&nbsp;his&nbsp;right&nbsp;arm.&nbsp;He&nbsp;can&nbsp;feel&nbsp;his&nbsp;arms&nbsp;getting&nbsp;stiff.&nbsp;He&nbsp;also&nbsp;notices&nbsp;his&nbsp;pose,&nbsp;looking&nbsp;like&nbsp;he's

begging&nbsp;or&nbsp;about&nbsp;to&nbsp;do&nbsp;a&nbsp;kowtow.&nbsp;"Are,"&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;with&nbsp;difficulty,&nbsp;"You&nbsp;mad?"

&nbsp;

"Yes,"&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;chuckled&nbsp;madly,&nbsp;"I&nbsp;may&nbsp;be.&nbsp;But&nbsp;listen&nbsp;to&nbsp;this."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;goes&nbsp;closer&nbsp;to&nbsp;Barrett's&nbsp;ear,&nbsp;"Unlike&nbsp;my&nbsp;previous&nbsp;tests,&nbsp;I&nbsp;made

the&nbsp;pill&nbsp;weaker&nbsp;for&nbsp;you&nbsp;so you&nbsp;will&nbsp;be&nbsp;turned&nbsp;into&nbsp;stone,&nbsp;but&nbsp;alive.&nbsp;And&nbsp;not&nbsp;only&nbsp;had&nbsp;I&nbsp;made&nbsp;some&nbsp;bucks&nbsp;by&nbsp;selling&nbsp;the&nbsp;statues,&nbsp;those

welfare&nbsp;workers&nbsp;would&nbsp;be&nbsp;less&nbsp;pressured&nbsp;in&nbsp;their&nbsp;jobs. Aren't&nbsp;I&nbsp;a&nbsp;genius?!"&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;mad&nbsp;smile.

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"That,&nbsp;doesn't&nbsp;help,&nbsp;at&nbsp;all."&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;looks&nbsp;down&nbsp;and&nbsp;sees&nbsp;his&nbsp;hands&nbsp;changing&nbsp;into&nbsp;grey&nbsp;granite&nbsp;and&nbsp;developing&nbsp;sharp&nbsp;talons.

He&nbsp;then&nbsp;notices&nbsp;that&nbsp;he&nbsp;can't move&nbsp;his&nbsp;neck&nbsp;anymore.&nbsp;"Don't&nbsp;tell&nbsp;me,"&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;with&nbsp;greater&nbsp;difficulty&nbsp;as&nbsp;it&nbsp;becomes&nbsp;harder&nbsp;to&nbsp;breath.

"You&nbsp;have&nbsp;a&nbsp;pedestal&nbsp;with&nbsp;my&nbsp;name&nbsp;on&nbsp;it."

&nbsp;

"Well,&nbsp;maybe&nbsp;not&nbsp;your&nbsp;name,&nbsp;and&nbsp;it&nbsp;does&nbsp;help.&nbsp;Do&nbsp;you&nbsp;know&nbsp;why&nbsp;I&nbsp;even&nbsp;took&nbsp;the&nbsp;effort&nbsp;to&nbsp;let&nbsp;you&nbsp;live,&nbsp;unlike&nbsp;the&nbsp;ones&nbsp;before&nbsp;you?

Because&nbsp;I&nbsp;need&nbsp;a&nbsp;gargoyle&nbsp;slave! A&nbsp;protector&nbsp;that&nbsp;doesn't&nbsp;complain&nbsp;or&nbsp;tire&nbsp;about&nbsp;anything."&nbsp;He&nbsp;then&nbsp;begins&nbsp;to&nbsp;laugh&nbsp;madly.

&nbsp;

"What's&nbsp;next?"&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;hears&nbsp;his&nbsp;shoes&nbsp;rip&nbsp;apart.&nbsp;If&nbsp;he&nbsp;can&nbsp;look&nbsp;back,&nbsp;he&nbsp;would&nbsp;have&nbsp;seen&nbsp;his&nbsp;feet&nbsp;changing&nbsp;to&nbsp;have

three&nbsp;talons&nbsp;and&nbsp;a&nbsp;back&nbsp;talon&nbsp;and&nbsp;made entirely&nbsp;out&nbsp;of&nbsp;grey&nbsp;granite.&nbsp;"Hypnotize&nbsp;me?"&nbsp;He&nbsp;sarcastically&nbsp;said&nbsp;before&nbsp;he&nbsp;stops&nbsp;breathing.

&nbsp;

"Hmm,"&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;thought,&nbsp;"Well,&nbsp;I&nbsp;almost&nbsp;forgot&nbsp;about&nbsp;that,&nbsp;thanks."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;goes&nbsp;off&nbsp;and&nbsp;returns&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;round&nbsp;monitor.

&nbsp;

'Me&nbsp;and&nbsp;my&nbsp;big&nbsp;mouth.'&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;thought&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;feels&nbsp;his&nbsp;arms&nbsp;and&nbsp;legs&nbsp;expanding,&nbsp;looking&nbsp;more&nbsp;sculpted&nbsp;and&nbsp;perfect&nbsp;for&nbsp;the&nbsp;future

gargoyle&nbsp;slave.&nbsp;His&nbsp;clothes&nbsp;continue to&nbsp;be&nbsp;ripped&nbsp;apart&nbsp;as&nbsp;a&nbsp;strange&nbsp;feeling&nbsp;appeared&nbsp;at&nbsp;the&nbsp;end&nbsp;of&nbsp;his&nbsp;spine.&nbsp;A&nbsp;long&nbsp;tail&nbsp;that&nbsp;ends

in&nbsp;a&nbsp;spaded&nbsp;tip&nbsp;grows&nbsp;out.

&nbsp;

"Now,"&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;fingers&nbsp;down&nbsp;Barrett's&nbsp;back&nbsp;with&nbsp;the&nbsp;mad&nbsp;grin&nbsp;on&nbsp;his&nbsp;face.&nbsp;"Now,&nbsp;for&nbsp;the&nbsp;most&nbsp;fun&nbsp;part!"&nbsp;He&nbsp;exclaimed&nbsp;as

he&nbsp;turns&nbsp;on&nbsp;the&nbsp;monitor&nbsp;and&nbsp;it&nbsp;begins to&nbsp;show&nbsp;a&nbsp;hypnotizing&nbsp;signal.

&nbsp;

Barrett&nbsp;can&nbsp;feel&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;moving&nbsp;his&nbsp;finger&nbsp;at&nbsp;his&nbsp;back&nbsp;as&nbsp;two&nbsp;bumps&nbsp;grow&nbsp;out&nbsp;of&nbsp;his&nbsp;back,&nbsp;ripping&nbsp;his&nbsp;shirt&nbsp;into&nbsp;pieces.&nbsp;His&nbsp;chest&nbsp;has

become&nbsp;similarly&nbsp;sculpted&nbsp;and&nbsp;smooth&nbsp;by the&nbsp;change&nbsp;into&nbsp;a&nbsp;grey&nbsp;granite&nbsp;gargoyle&nbsp;as&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;place&nbsp;the&nbsp;monitor&nbsp;right&nbsp;in&nbsp;front&nbsp;of&nbsp;his&nbsp;face.

His&nbsp;eyes&nbsp;has&nbsp;changed&nbsp;into&nbsp;chiseled&nbsp;orbs,&nbsp;any&nbsp;detail&nbsp;has&nbsp;disappeared.&nbsp;He&nbsp;can't&nbsp;close them,&nbsp;he&nbsp;can't&nbsp;look&nbsp;away,&nbsp;he&nbsp;can't&nbsp;even&nbsp;focus

on&nbsp;his&nbsp;peripheral&nbsp;vision,&nbsp;to&nbsp;try&nbsp;and&nbsp;look&nbsp;away&nbsp;is&nbsp;an&nbsp;excise&nbsp;in&nbsp;futility.

&nbsp;

As&nbsp;his&nbsp;new&nbsp;gargoyle&nbsp;wings&nbsp;finish&nbsp;growing,&nbsp;he&nbsp;can&nbsp;feel&nbsp;his&nbsp;mind&nbsp;getting&nbsp;weaker,&nbsp;getting&nbsp;more&nbsp;malleable,&nbsp;more&nbsp;easily&nbsp;to&nbsp;be&nbsp;controlled

and&nbsp;manipulated.&nbsp;The&nbsp;only&nbsp;thing&nbsp;left&nbsp;human about&nbsp;him&nbsp;is&nbsp;his&nbsp;head,&nbsp;and&nbsp;even&nbsp;that&nbsp;has&nbsp;turned&nbsp;into&nbsp;grey&nbsp;granite.

&nbsp;

"Yes,&nbsp;yes,&nbsp;don't&nbsp;resist,&nbsp;give&nbsp;in.&nbsp;You&nbsp;don't&nbsp;need&nbsp;a&nbsp;free&nbsp;will&nbsp;anyway.&nbsp;Just&nbsp;give&nbsp;yourself&nbsp;to&nbsp;me."&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;once&nbsp;again&nbsp;chuckles&nbsp;with

delight&nbsp;and&nbsp;sits&nbsp;on&nbsp;his&nbsp;back&nbsp;while&nbsp;turning&nbsp;off his&nbsp;friend's&nbsp;phone&nbsp;and&nbsp;puts&nbsp;it&nbsp;away&nbsp;to&nbsp;be&nbsp;dealt&nbsp;with&nbsp;later.

&nbsp;

'No...'&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;thought&nbsp;as&nbsp;his&nbsp;ears&nbsp;turn&nbsp;long&nbsp;and&nbsp;pointy&nbsp;and&nbsp;two&nbsp;great&nbsp;horns&nbsp;grow&nbsp;out&nbsp;of&nbsp;his&nbsp;forehead.&nbsp;His&nbsp;hair&nbsp;simply&nbsp;vanish,&nbsp;molded

away&nbsp;into&nbsp;baldness&nbsp;as&nbsp;his&nbsp;horns&nbsp;turn&nbsp;out and&nbsp;front,&nbsp;like&nbsp;the&nbsp;horns&nbsp;of&nbsp;a&nbsp;bull.&nbsp;His&nbsp;face&nbsp;becomes&nbsp;chiseled&nbsp;and&nbsp;similarly&nbsp;sculpted&nbsp;and&nbsp;as

frightening&nbsp;as&nbsp;his&nbsp;teeth&nbsp;change&nbsp;into&nbsp;fangs&nbsp;and&nbsp;grew&nbsp;tusks,&nbsp;his&nbsp;tongue&nbsp;becomes&nbsp;forked, and&nbsp;his&nbsp;face&nbsp;develops&nbsp;a&nbsp;short&nbsp;muzzle.&nbsp;Now,

no&nbsp;one&nbsp;can&nbsp;tell&nbsp;that&nbsp;the&nbsp;gargoyle&nbsp;statue&nbsp;was&nbsp;once&nbsp;a&nbsp;human&nbsp;being.&nbsp;'Must...resist...'&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;thought&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;continues&nbsp;to&nbsp;fight&nbsp;the&nbsp;losing&nbsp;battle.

&nbsp;

"He&nbsp;he&nbsp;he,"&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;chuckled&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;drops&nbsp;off&nbsp;from&nbsp;Barrett's&nbsp;back&nbsp;and&nbsp;goes&nbsp;right&nbsp;in&nbsp;front&nbsp;of&nbsp;his&nbsp;friend.&nbsp;"It's&nbsp;not&nbsp;my&nbsp;fault."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;in&nbsp;a

deceptively&nbsp;innocent&nbsp;and&nbsp;childish&nbsp;tone.&nbsp;"I&nbsp;just&nbsp;needed someone&nbsp;to&nbsp;keep&nbsp;me&nbsp;company,&nbsp;to&nbsp;protect&nbsp;me,&nbsp;to&nbsp;be&nbsp;my&nbsp;friend."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;as

he&nbsp;rubs&nbsp;Barrett's&nbsp;stone&nbsp;head.&nbsp;"Now,&nbsp;whether&nbsp;you&nbsp;want&nbsp;it&nbsp;or&nbsp;not,&nbsp;you'll&nbsp;be&nbsp;my&nbsp;company&nbsp;forever!"&nbsp;He&nbsp;laughs in&nbsp;an&nbsp;insane&nbsp;manner.

&nbsp;

'Fight...it...'&nbsp;Barrett's&nbsp;thoughts&nbsp;are&nbsp;slowly&nbsp;becoming&nbsp;as&nbsp;slow&nbsp;as&nbsp;the&nbsp;stone&nbsp;he&nbsp;became.&nbsp;'Don't...let...him...win...'&nbsp;Only&nbsp;a&nbsp;few&nbsp;more

hypnotic&nbsp;suggestions&nbsp;would&nbsp;cause&nbsp;his&nbsp;mental&nbsp;resistance to&nbsp;completely&nbsp;shatter.

&nbsp;

"Now,&nbsp;don't&nbsp;feel&nbsp;bad&nbsp;that&nbsp;your&nbsp;friend&nbsp;has&nbsp;betrayed&nbsp;you.&nbsp;Don't&nbsp;think&nbsp;of&nbsp;it&nbsp;like&nbsp;that."&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;said&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;mad&nbsp;laugh&nbsp;or&nbsp;two,&nbsp;"No,&nbsp;think&nbsp;of&nbsp;it

as&nbsp;a&nbsp;way&nbsp;to&nbsp;make&nbsp;our&nbsp;friendship&nbsp;even&nbsp;deeper. To&nbsp;strengthen&nbsp;the&nbsp;bonds&nbsp;of&nbsp;friendship&nbsp;between&nbsp;us,&nbsp;to&nbsp;make&nbsp;it&nbsp;even&nbsp;harder!&nbsp;Give&nbsp;in

to&nbsp;my&nbsp;WILL!"&nbsp;He&nbsp;then&nbsp;busted&nbsp;into&nbsp;insane&nbsp;laughter&nbsp;and&nbsp;pets&nbsp;Barrett's&nbsp;head&nbsp;like&nbsp;a&nbsp;dog.

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"Give...in?"&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;his&nbsp;mouth&nbsp;moves&nbsp;on&nbsp;its&nbsp;own.&nbsp;'N-no...'&nbsp;His&nbsp;last&nbsp;human&nbsp;thought&nbsp;disappears&nbsp;as&nbsp;his&nbsp;mind&nbsp;is&nbsp;completely

overwhelmed&nbsp;by&nbsp;the&nbsp;hypnotic&nbsp;signal.&nbsp;He&nbsp;subtly&nbsp;smiled as&nbsp;he&nbsp;petting&nbsp;makes&nbsp;him&nbsp;feel&nbsp;nice.

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"Yes,"&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;said&nbsp;in&nbsp;a&nbsp;merry&nbsp;tune,&nbsp;"Give&nbsp;in!&nbsp;You&nbsp;have&nbsp;nothing&nbsp;to&nbsp;lose!&nbsp;I'll&nbsp;be&nbsp;your&nbsp;best&nbsp;friend&nbsp;and&nbsp;master!"

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"Fre-ends..."&nbsp;The&nbsp;hypnotic&nbsp;suggestions&nbsp;begin&nbsp;to&nbsp;dig&nbsp;deeply&nbsp;into&nbsp;Barrett's&nbsp;mind,&nbsp;altering&nbsp;it&nbsp;to&nbsp;suit&nbsp;his&nbsp;master's&nbsp;desires.&nbsp;How&nbsp;can

someone&nbsp;fight&nbsp;something&nbsp;if&nbsp;it's buried&nbsp;deep&nbsp;within&nbsp;their&nbsp;mind?

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Eric&nbsp;smiles&nbsp;and&nbsp;sits&nbsp;next&nbsp;to&nbsp;his&nbsp;new&nbsp;gargoyle.&nbsp;"Yes,"&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;in&nbsp;a&nbsp;childish&nbsp;tone,&nbsp;"Friends!"

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Barrett's&nbsp;mouth&nbsp;move&nbsp;into&nbsp;a&nbsp;smile,&nbsp;"Friends."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;the&nbsp;last&nbsp;vestige&nbsp;of&nbsp;resistance&nbsp;and&nbsp;humanity&nbsp;vanishes&nbsp;from&nbsp;his&nbsp;mind.

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Eric&nbsp;hugs&nbsp;the&nbsp;large&nbsp;gargoyle&nbsp;like&nbsp;a&nbsp;child&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;smile&nbsp;while&nbsp;laughing&nbsp;with&nbsp;glee&nbsp;at&nbsp;the&nbsp;success&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;experiment.

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Barrett&nbsp;also&nbsp;smile,&nbsp;knowing&nbsp;that&nbsp;his&nbsp;friend&nbsp;and&nbsp;master&nbsp;is&nbsp;happy,&nbsp;knowing&nbsp;that&nbsp;he's&nbsp;safe,&nbsp;knowing&nbsp;that&nbsp;the&nbsp;strange&nbsp;nagging&nbsp;feeling

is&nbsp;now&nbsp;gone.&nbsp;He&nbsp;knows&nbsp;his&nbsp;purpose&nbsp;in&nbsp;life, to&nbsp;be&nbsp;the&nbsp;loyal&nbsp;guardian&nbsp;of&nbsp;his&nbsp;master&nbsp;until&nbsp;the&nbsp;time&nbsp;he&nbsp;turns&nbsp;into&nbsp;dust.

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Eric&nbsp;simply&nbsp;giggles.&nbsp;He's&nbsp;happy&nbsp;at&nbsp;the&nbsp;thought&nbsp;of&nbsp;having&nbsp;a&nbsp;friend&nbsp;that&nbsp;will&nbsp;stay&nbsp;with&nbsp;him&nbsp;no&nbsp;matter&nbsp;what,&nbsp;until&nbsp;he&nbsp;dies,&nbsp;and&nbsp;even

that&nbsp;will&nbsp;be&nbsp;dealt&nbsp;with&nbsp;one&nbsp;of&nbsp;these&nbsp;days.&nbsp;"Now," He&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;lets&nbsp;go&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;hug,&nbsp;"What&nbsp;do&nbsp;you&nbsp;want&nbsp;to&nbsp;now,&nbsp;'friend'?"&nbsp;He&nbsp;asked.

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"Whatever&nbsp;you&nbsp;desire."&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;replied&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;smiles&nbsp;with&nbsp;an&nbsp;open&nbsp;mouth,&nbsp;showing&nbsp;his&nbsp;fanged&nbsp;teeth&nbsp;and&nbsp;tusks.&nbsp;He&nbsp;stands&nbsp;up&nbsp;to

stretch&nbsp;his&nbsp;wings&nbsp;but&nbsp;unfortunately&nbsp;reach&nbsp;the ceiling&nbsp;due&nbsp;to&nbsp;his&nbsp;added&nbsp;height.

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&nbsp;Eric&nbsp;chuckles&nbsp;and&nbsp;leads&nbsp;his&nbsp;friend&nbsp;outside,&nbsp;to&nbsp;an&nbsp;open&nbsp;field&nbsp;under&nbsp;the&nbsp;night&nbsp;sky.&nbsp;"Do&nbsp;you&nbsp;want&nbsp;to&nbsp;fly?"&nbsp;He&nbsp;asked.

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"Yes."&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;simply&nbsp;replied&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;spread&nbsp;out&nbsp;his&nbsp;bat&nbsp;like&nbsp;wings.&nbsp;He&nbsp;looks&nbsp;at&nbsp;his&nbsp;friend&nbsp;and&nbsp;master&nbsp;and&nbsp;asks,&nbsp;"Do&nbsp;you&nbsp;want

a&nbsp;ride?"&nbsp;He&nbsp;then&nbsp;begins&nbsp;to&nbsp;flap&nbsp;his&nbsp;wings.

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Eric&nbsp;smiles&nbsp;and&nbsp;hops&nbsp;onto&nbsp;the&nbsp;gargoyle.&nbsp;"Does&nbsp;this&nbsp;answer&nbsp;your&nbsp;question?"

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"Yes."&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;said&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;soars&nbsp;up&nbsp;into&nbsp;the&nbsp;night&nbsp;sky.&nbsp;It&nbsp;is&nbsp;fun&nbsp;as&nbsp;they&nbsp;fly&nbsp;in&nbsp;the&nbsp;air&nbsp;all&nbsp;the&nbsp;way&nbsp;to&nbsp;the&nbsp;time&nbsp;before&nbsp;the&nbsp;sun&nbsp;rises&nbsp;up.&nbsp;It&nbsp;is

when&nbsp;a&nbsp;strange&nbsp;feeling&nbsp;of&nbsp;weariness slowly&nbsp;overwhelms&nbsp;the&nbsp;gargoyle,&nbsp;and&nbsp;so&nbsp;he&nbsp;lands&nbsp;right&nbsp;in&nbsp;front&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;house&nbsp;near&nbsp;the&nbsp;circular&nbsp;road.

"I&nbsp;feel...tired."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said&nbsp;with&nbsp;a&nbsp;feeling&nbsp;of&nbsp;curiosity.&nbsp;Gargoyles,&nbsp;beings&nbsp;of living&nbsp;stone,&nbsp;can't&nbsp;feel&nbsp;tired.

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Eric&nbsp;sighed&nbsp;at&nbsp;the&nbsp;end&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;fun&nbsp;and&nbsp;looks&nbsp;at&nbsp;his&nbsp;gargoyle.&nbsp;"Do&nbsp;you&nbsp;want&nbsp;to&nbsp;sleep?&nbsp;Follow&nbsp;me,&nbsp;I&nbsp;know&nbsp;the&nbsp;perfect&nbsp;place."&nbsp;He&nbsp;said

as&nbsp;he&nbsp;drags&nbsp;his&nbsp;large&nbsp;granite&nbsp;friend&nbsp;to&nbsp;a large&nbsp;stone&nbsp;pedestal.&nbsp;"I&nbsp;put&nbsp;your&nbsp;name&nbsp;on&nbsp;it&nbsp;and&nbsp;everything."&nbsp;On&nbsp;the&nbsp;pedestal&nbsp;is&nbsp;a&nbsp;plaque

that&nbsp;says&nbsp;'Greystone&nbsp;the&nbsp;Guardian,&nbsp;Donated&nbsp;by&nbsp;Barrett&nbsp;Carver'.

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'Greystone...'&nbsp;The&nbsp;gargoyle&nbsp;thought&nbsp;as&nbsp;he&nbsp;reads&nbsp;the&nbsp;plaque.&nbsp;'Yes...that's&nbsp;my&nbsp;name...Greystone...'&nbsp;He&nbsp;then&nbsp;moves&nbsp;into&nbsp;position,&nbsp;as&nbsp;if

he's&nbsp;just&nbsp;a&nbsp;traditional&nbsp;gargoyle&nbsp;statue. The&nbsp;appearance&nbsp;is&nbsp;very&nbsp;convincing,&nbsp;as&nbsp;if&nbsp;he's&nbsp;really&nbsp;just&nbsp;a&nbsp;statue.&nbsp;The&nbsp;pedestal&nbsp;itself&nbsp;seems

to&nbsp;change,&nbsp;turning&nbsp;into&nbsp;the&nbsp;same&nbsp;grey&nbsp;granite&nbsp;as&nbsp;the&nbsp;gargoyle.&nbsp;Greystone&nbsp;simply lets&nbsp;his&nbsp;body&nbsp;rest,&nbsp;but&nbsp;he's&nbsp;still&nbsp;awake,&nbsp;still&nbsp;observing

his&nbsp;surroundings.&nbsp;To&nbsp;protect&nbsp;his&nbsp;friend&nbsp;and&nbsp;master,&nbsp;that&nbsp;is&nbsp;his&nbsp;job.&nbsp;Those&nbsp;who&nbsp;dare&nbsp;to&nbsp;harm&nbsp;him&nbsp;will&nbsp;answer&nbsp;to&nbsp;him.&nbsp;And Eric&nbsp;simply

smiles,&nbsp;as&nbsp;the&nbsp;sunlight&nbsp;of&nbsp;the&nbsp;rising&nbsp;sun&nbsp;shines&nbsp;down&nbsp;upon&nbsp;them,&nbsp;for&nbsp;a&nbsp;job&nbsp;well&nbsp;done.

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And&nbsp;thus&nbsp;end&nbsp;the&nbsp;day&nbsp;of&nbsp;Barrett's&nbsp;mortal&nbsp;human&nbsp;life&nbsp;and&nbsp;the&nbsp;start&nbsp;of&nbsp;Greystone's&nbsp;eternal&nbsp;gargoyle&nbsp;servitude.

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