.
He was a local biker, until he got in trouble, or thought he was in
trouble. He had been dealing pot, with three others. Doing
well. Until undisclosed indictments (or such?) came down. He
didn't know if his name was on one of them. But some of his group, and
others he knew, were being arrested out of the blue. So he ran.
Joined the Banditos. Is that how it's spelled? Yes, that
gang. An outlaw motorcycle club, in Arizona? New Mexico?
Or... somewhere in the Southwest. He had a knack for fixing bikes.
He suggested that was his in, and only cost of membership. I know
better.
I can see into a man's soul... mind... past... sometimes future. I
looked into those things, with him. Far from an angel. However,
the darkness he encountered, riding with that crew, he closed his eyes to...
even in the time, more so now. Like a child, in a grown-ups body,
watching a movie he couldn't handle. I could not see what had caused him
such trauma. The only reason I allowed him to become a sort of friend
was because of his rejection of the evil he felt he had no capacity to
escape... other than closing his inner eyes and mind too... but he did
that. Yes... I... am judgmental.
He... feared me. I met him at tech school. He was running a bar,
as the general manager. Had come clean, or... mostly. His...
habits... were difficult to break. Still, for my part, he was
clean-nosed. He needed a bouncer. Wasn't sure about me, Ended up
bringing me in. And, generally, being quite happy about it. I
didn't take bribes, steal funds, or... cause too much trouble. Until...
I did.
Then someone attacked me, and got hospitalized. Then a problem came to
the door, and I was sorting it out when he arrived and... cleared things more
amicably. If nothing more than, in truth, it being two to one and even
the drunk realizing two tanks weren't even within hope to face. My
friend was my size and a bodybuilder. Well... roughly my size... two
thirds my size, but... enough.
It wasn't just combat. I had... a way... with even fate. A young
man who wished to do as he pleased became sore with me. I resisted open
combat, for I had... damaged his father. And, yet, he had to be...
managed. It ends up I made him angry enough that he wound back to punch
me in the face... with a cop right behind him. The cop just grabbed his
arm, cuffed it, then the other, and hauled him off. I... have...
ways. Altering reality, influencing fate, doing what I see fit, one way
or another?
And, politics meant nothing to me. He was very into politics.
Certain names, faces, place-holders, were given allowances. Certain
people were not treated as everybody else, things like that. I... had
zero such care or interest. And, to his amazement, the world did not
punish me for my... worldly sins. He saw princes managed like children
by me, and their people let it go as if I was of a greater clan or evil or
power. He... was not exactly a pushover, but... he... walked the lines.
Yes. As a biker who had seen things he couldn't watch. As a drug
dealer and user. As a brute in his own right. Heck, he won body
beautiful in the early~late 80's, in Florida no less... He... feared
me. He knew I wasn't just not regular, but was irregular in dangerous
ways. He not only feared what I might do, he feared me directly,
personally. In case I found a darkness I would not tolerate.
Well... that sets up the dream. All of that is real, or as real as I
know to tell you. Delusional? One can... always hope!
In the dream, his fortunes had risen, again. While not in a clan, he had
become a prince of his own small set. Wealth flowed. He had a
partner. While not... good guys, they weren't evil, in... so many
words. Businessmen, for as much leniency as that grants anyone, is more
what you would call him. A problem solver, who wouldn't go so far as
actual blood. He would be told of an issue, and use money and law to fix
the problem. He was good at fixing things.
He had a partner, of similar talents. They... wanted... a fate changer
on their side. So, he had come looking for me. Someone who wasn't
afraid of a prince, breaking or crushing him, if needed. Or even a
king. Could, and did, make them blink. I let them know, the past
was no surety of the future. And, that I wouldn't seek trouble, would
only deal with it if I could not escape it, or others were in unsought lethal
or harsh trouble. They... weren't worried. No pressure. I
love faith, when I see it.
Then, they put me up, in a very nice place. Then they added a
prince. He thought he was a guest, became a trainee, and... when that
failed utterly, was dispensed as politely as was his due, though and then
some. I made sure he understood why he was being ended. The
hellbound know, usually. But can't seem to change. So be it.
After that I was sent places. They helped, by having reasonable people
around, to keep a day schedule, on medicine, fed rightly, and such.
Company helps. Board games to walks to talking meals, having handlers,
companions, allowed me to keep a better schedule, and be available when they
needed me. Just... had to make sure my companions weren't evil.
Simple folk, humble folk.
At first I wasn't sure. But after having saved regular folk, several
times, from some of the monstrous natures of beings I was sent to... manage...
I concurred, and continued the relationship. I lived well, better than
ever before, and got to eat monsters and their minions, by the score. Of
course, I kept an eye on my employees. Never can tell when instigators
need a scapegoat or just sell out for pretty pretty gold. Never
happened, in the dream, but... I... watched. Probably why it didn't
happen. I think, when I see into their minds, they have some... trace
understanding that it is happening. They know I have been there.
What a dream.
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