I Am Power Absolute
 

I walk amongst you...Through the brilliant bright of day, I stand unnoticed, forgettable, without nearly a single identifiying trait...In the shadows of night I am able to make my way through the shadows of despair, casting an watchful eye at those whom seem feasible without the fear or suspicion i'd ever be caught. Not a daunting task really, though someone tedious at times, especially when I ready myself for that first (and hopefully inevitable) last meeting.


Oh, but you might have seen me by chance. Not really noticed me, but there is the possbility you've driven by the man with a flat tire, walked quickly past the bum lurking in the alleyway, or even given a quick gaze to the well dressed businessman on the other side of the street.


You are probably taken aback at the idea that a hunter could come in so many costumes, endless attire, to portray any stereotype imaginable. Within reason, of course. And it probably never dawned on you that paranoia, fear, and discomfort in general has kept you away from me...And alive. Scientists say that your conscious can most times direct you out of harm's way. Whatever the reason being for us not having a friendly chat, a casual wave, or any interaction at all, is fate's way of telling both of us that it simply isn't your time.


Not that i'd want you anyway. Look at you. Pitifully weak, most likely. Unsuspecting, without aires, carrying yourself as just another person, rather than a cut above the rest. To come after you is beneath me, degrading, almost like easy pickings. I wouldn't dare. As a general rule, I go after my calibre, and my calibre alone. The ever egotistical real estate advisor, the money hungry lawyer, the well-draped businessman just brimming with power. That's what I want. That's the type of game I am after. I go large scale, no prizes await me at the end of the ordinary. No, I hunt the 'better than you's'...Only then can I truly become...Better than them.


I don't care 'who' they are', so much as 'what they are'. You can call me what you wish, lord knows the media has...But, I am not the way they want to see me. I'm not what they expect, not in the slightest. There won't be any newspaper pictures of police knocking down termite-ridden doors, and arresting some fat slob in a broken la-z-boy while his dumpy wife and four hungry kids squall inside dingy apartment buildings.


No video reels of cadavers strewn about while severed heads sit wasting away in freezers. And certainly no Court TV drama's of a forty year old beedy eyed pedophile in a santa outfit arrested for trying to kidnap children outside shopping malls. I don't go about for notoriety, nor to feed some sick urge such as sex, money, cannibalism, or even necrophilia. Digging upon a grave is poor form in my view anyway. I'll leave that to the dregs of society. It's far beneath my motivational desires, and lower level b-movie horror ilk.


I am power. Absolute, unfettered power. I play on a level most will never see. The more power one has, well that's all the more power I can take, and the more power I can take, the more power I shall have. And who wouldn't want power? Who wouldn't want to look a self-righteous son of a bitch right in his fat fucking face and say "You, you think you are so proper, so prim, and so right...You think you are just, and above, and you can do as you please...You think...Oh, oh, you think you are better? YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER!!! HUH? You think you have power, you little worm-hole weasel? IT'S MINE NOW!!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!!!"...Ok well, maybe that's a bit melodramatic, it certainly sounds more theatrical now that it does when I spit it at some slug who's life is leaking all over the pavement somewhere.


Some of them try and fight back. They make their attemps to swing a briefcase, or to run even. It's almost pathetic to watch them screaming for help, telling me "please, please don't...I don't wanna die"....Yes well, I want you to die, otherwise i'd have wasted both our time. Daddy didn't raise any quitters, so sit there, shut up, and let me get what i'm after. Won't hurt a bit...And can you, can you believe people call me a killer? A murderer, a sadist? All because I like to leave the corpses of the formerly powerful lying around town? The fuck they want, me to help bury them too? I'm just a simple man, with simple tastes, and if I take pleasure in getting rid of cretins so I can gain their power, well society IS a bit better off without them, isn't it?


Think of the promotions i've helped along, the retirement checks that never have to be written, the common people doing without that shady sacriligious asshole who was screwing them out of their house, their fortune, and their lives? They should give me a key to the city, a plaque, maybe a cute little statue somewhere. Hell, why can't I be on t-shirts, and lunchboxes, even a saturday morning series? Not that I want all of that of course, I don't even want a thank you. Just allow me to do my work and be on my way...


One day I may be caught, I don't think so but i'm not so stupid and narcissistic to believe it can't happen. I may change my way of thinking and just stop. Or I might continue until I eventually become unable to perform my duties....Or perhaps i'll underestimate and end up losing the game, and all my power with it. Or who knows? One day I might say to hell with it and come after....you.