The Master

“Thank you. My Master.”

“Leave me now and prepare for the next attack.”

“Yes, Master, Your will is my command.”

Excellent, now we will crush those foolish pests once and for all. Their end is near. This will be the last time they slip through my fingers. My power is growing slowly. Much too slowly, but I am still gaining in strength every day. This fledgling world will be mine. This world will know its true Master, and the inhabitants will thank me for ending their suffering. STOP! I’m done. I want my mom! Everything hurts so bad. I want my mom! SHUT UP, JIMMY! We are the Master now. The Master doesn’t need mommy or daddy. They were weak! So they had to die. Look how strong we are now.

The Master reached an arm out, beckoning for a minion, and as the creature drew close. The Master whipped forward and viciously ripped the creature’s throat out. The beast fell to the ground, twitching momentarily, then falling still. Blood pooled on the ground around the feet of The Master and the feet of the chair He was sitting in. Every creature in the room was still as stone. Not reacting in the slightest to one of their brethren being cut down so brutally before them. Silence filled the room till a mad laugh burst forth from The Masters’s mouth. For the next hour, The Master’s laugh ran out, filling the air manic and crazy for all to hear.

“My Master.”

“WHAT IS IT!”

“You have interrupted me. So there better be a FUCKING good reason for it.”

“Master, we noticed that the Village that has continued to be a thorn in our paw has been seen bringing groups of people back to their village. We believe they are recruiting to prepare a larger force to deny your supreme glory. Would you like us to stop them? We are prepared to deny them this if it is your will?”

“Haha, let them gather more lambs for the slaughter. They do my work for me. Let them gather all their fellows. When the time comes, we shall harvest the crop they so diligently collect for use.

“Yes, my Master. We shall do as you command.”

I don’t want to kill any more people. They all cry and scream. It’s horrible. I should never have listened to you. I want my mommy! You’re a mean person. I don’t like it here, and I’m scared. JIMMY! LISTEN TO ME! You were weak, just like the rest. When Billy Turner punched you in the face and pushed your head in the THE FUCKING TOILET. YOU WERE WEAK! SO, SO WEAK, JIMMY! Then you found me, Jimmy, and what happened to little fucking Billy Turner? Oh, that’s right, we went to his house, found him and his fucking parents in the basement hiding, and what did we do, Jimmy? That’s right, Jimmy. WE FUCKING KILLED THEM! WE TORE THEM LIMB FROM FUCKING LIMB! Then we bathed in their blood.

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That was our baptism into this new world, Jimmy, and because you found me well, we became strong together. So would you rather Billy Turner punched you in the face and followed you home from school just to beat the shit out of you again. NO, I DON’T WANT THAT! Good Jimmy. See, I’m here to help you. I’ve always been here to help you. I’m your only true friend, Jimmy. I’m the only one looking out for you who has your best interests in mind. No one will ever hurt us again, Jimmy. I’m here, and together, everyone who tries to hurt us will hurt. Does that sound okay to you, Jimmy?

Yeah, I guess that’s okay. I Hate Billy, or I did. I’m glad he’s dead and his stupid family. Yes, Jimmy, they were so stupid they died like cowards before the power we now hold, but Jimmy, more people want to hurt us. We can’t let that happen, right? No, we can’t. All these creatures came to keep us safe, so if people are trying to hurt us and our people, we should make them pay. Will do it together, Jimmy, and we will make them pay like all the rest. Do you understand? We are The Master now.

Now Jimmy, I think it might be time to deal with these mean people ourselves, don’t you think? Yes, I do. I do think it’s time to make them pay. Nobody hurts us anymore. If they try, then they have to die, just like Billy and his stupid family, like all the weak people who wanted to hurt us. Even though Mommy and Daddy were weak, they let us hurt and never stopped it. They wanted us to hurt. We have power now, and nothing will ever stop us again. Let’s visit these stupid people and kill them all. They have hurt us for too long, and they will die now.

With that, The Master stood from his thrown and cracked his aching bones, and a few bits of rotten flesh fell to the ground. Then, he stepped forward and stretched out his arms. His minions rushed forth to don his robe and staff. The robe was torn and stained yet covered with ruins that hummed with power as the ruins glowed softly with putrid green. The staff was a gnarled piece of wood that had been struck by lightning, and burn marks could still be seen down its length. At the top of the weapon was a crow skull with ruins drawn in purple crayon pulsing with power. Next, they straightened the crown on his head.

Then, the Master turned to the pedestal next to his throne and lifted an orb from atop it. This was his orb of power. The thing that had given him the power to become strong to be free. The thing that made him that birthed him a new. He cradled the obe in his hand, gazing at it lovingly, almost as if entranced. Then, after only a few moments, The Master returned to reality. He looked at his closet’s minion and spoke,

“Gather our forces now. We are heading to this village and routing then once and for all. It’s time they no the power of The Master!”