The black Lexus pulled up to the little, white booth with the yellow strip and black piece of board that stopped anyone from passing without permission. Maxwell was familiar with the man that sat inside the booth. Jerry, a thick man with a somewhat puggie face, sat in a lawn chair from home. He had a brown guard suit on that was already beginning to soak up sweat under the arms. "Who's that Mr. Sonly? Is it Junior Sonly?" He chuckled a bit and waved to Stanley, the flubber that was once muscle swung from side to side on his arm.

"Today's gonna be special and Stanley wanted to come. There's no problem with this is there?" His arm rested on the door and he stuck his head out the window. In a low whisper, "I think the wars just about to end, just between you and me. We're gonna hit those europeans hard. Just you wait."

"You can take him in Mr. Sonly. I don't think there's any rules against bringing your kids to work." Inside the little booth Jerry pushed a green button and the wooden gate began to rise. Maxwell let off the brake and inched forward. "Oh, and Mr. Sonly...", Maxwell stopped and looked out the window, "...good luck, this wars gotta end some time."

The plant stood half a mile away from the little toll booth. The entire plant was a mile and a half in diameter with two sets of barbed wire fence surrounding the premesis. In the parking lot Maxwell parked close to the entrance doors as of the day before. On the parking space were painted in yellow letters HEAD SCIENTIST.

The car stopped and Stanley and his daddy opened the doors and got out. They locked and shut the doors. Even though the plant was highly guarded with guards posted in various places in the parking lot, and guards posted at every checkmark along the fence, he still locked his door.

The two walked to the doors and entered. A black guard was standing on the inside and asked Maxwell to empty his and the boy's pockets onto the table. Maxwell took out his car keys and his wallet. He turned to Stanley and asked him if he had anything in his pockets, Stanley nodded his head and said no. They stepped through the the mechanical archway and the guard gave back Maxwell's keys and wallet, they went into his pocket.

They walked down several banal hallways. They were all the same having white walls with labeled doors on the left or right. Every now and then a man or women would walk past them and smile at Maxwell and make some stupid remark to Stanley about how cute he was. Neither one spook to each other. Maxwell was preoccupid with his thoughts about what would happen with what he had created, 'I wonder when they're going to start producing the M-bomb. Those damn european bastards had mess to with us. Well they aren't turning the U. S. into Western Europe.'

Stanley had no thoughts in his mind except for an image of the man in his dream. The man was leaning over talking to Stanley. His voice repeating meaningless words in his head.

In front of Maxwell's lab a guard sat in a wooden chair reading a book, How to Make a Million Dollars. He didn't notice when the two walked up and stopped in front of him. "Umm, sir, can I please get past you? This is my labratory."

"Oh! You must be Mr. Sonly." He pointed accusingly at Stanley. "Who is that?"

"This is my son. He came with me today and so far I haven't been told that he couldn't be here."

"Well, maybe he can be here, but he can't go in this room, neither can you. This room has been restricted to only important personel. You're gonna have to get a clearance card before you can go in."

"But this is my labratory. Everything inside is my work, my life. You can't just restrict me from that." Maxwell's heart was beginning to race a little. He was confused why whoever had done this, had done this.

"Ok sir, I don't care what you think", the man stood up and rose an inch taller than Maxwell, "but you can not and will not go in this room without a clearance card. Now if you can go get one then fine." The guard pulled his nightstick out and with an sarcastic tone in his vioce told the two to get out of the area, or else.

The man from Stanley's dreams was beginning to speak louder, and clearer. Stanley could understand what he was saying. Maxwell had turned and started to walk off, "Come on Stanley." Stanley didn't move. The guarded stared into the little blond boy's blue eyes. The man inside Stanley's head told him to tell the guard to shot himself. Stanley smiled at the dark eyes of the guard and smiled. In a tiny voice Stanley spoke, "Kill yourself Mister." The guard stared blankly for a second then grabbed the nightstick with both hands and bashed his forehead. Blood instantly burst out of his head and ran down his face. He didn't blink when the blood ran into his eyes or even after the next few thuds on his head.

Maxwell swept Stanley into his arms and began yelling at the guard to stop and cried down the halls for help. No one came and by the time he was done yelling and turned back to the guard, the bloody man was on the floor. One of his eyes was hit and impailed in the back of his head. His face was covered with blood. Teeth were missing and his nose was flat and broken."

Maxwell put Stanley's smiling face into his chest and closed his eyes. "God help us. Oh my, oh my God help us. What the hell just happened Stanley."

Down the hall a woman in a white lab coat poked her head around the corner and saw the bloody hall. She screamed and ran down the hallway to get help. In a few seconds the woman and two men ran into the hall where Stanley, Maxwell and the dead guard were. One man yelled to Maxwell, "What the Hell happened here?" All three walked cautiously up to the dead guard and examined him.

Stanley thought he'd have some more fun. The man standing inside his head told him to make them dance.

"Dance for me." He stared at the three people and watched them dance begin unwillingly. Their eyes had stunned looks in them and they each had a queer smile that was forced on them somehow. They danced like chickens with there heads cut off, they didn't know what they were doing.

Laughter came from Stanley as he watched them dance like he had told them to do. What else could he make them do? He pointed at the woman and through his tears of laughter told her to run into the walls.

"Stop Stanley, what are you doing to them?"

The woman did what Stanley said, over and over she rammed herself into a wall. Every time she ran into the wall her face smashed and made a sickly fump and smired more and more blood onto the wall. Maxwell yelled at her to stop but his words were of no help to her.

The two men were still dance like fools and Stanley decided that they would become cartoons. They'de be like the lion who eats the cat on the commercials of Cartoon Network. One man crouched down and puts his arms on the ground between his legs. The other man stood beside the crouched man and awaited his soon to be fatal actions. "Eat him lion!"

Maxwell stared at Stanley, 'Is he doing this?' He dropped Stanley to the ground as the standing man opened his mouth and slammed his face down onto the head of the crouching man. Some of his teeth broke and some dug into the man's head. He pulled his head up with a mouth full of hair and bloody skin. He dove back down for more.

"STOP, STOP IT!!!" Maxwell commanded Stanley and the little boy turned around. His little blue eyes flared with a light of hatered and looked deep into Maxwell's eyes. Maxwell realized that he might become Stanley's next twisted plaything. He tried to close his eyes, but Stanley forced them to stay open.

"SHUT UP!" Stanley smiled and turned back to the twisted, hellish scene of the lion eating the cat and the woman running into the wall as the guard layed on the ground dead.

The voice of the man inside his head came back. "Hey Buddy, hurry up and do what you got to do, and we can go play with other people, alright?"

"Ok."

"Tell them to go away, they'll disappear. It's really neat. Then tell your daddy to take you to the M-bomb, you remember what that is right? It's the bouncing ball ok."

"Ok." He looked at the guard first. "Go away." The man disappeared just like Justan had told him. The air popped and he was gone, out of here and out of exsistance. He looked at the other three and did the same. And the disappeared also.

He turned around to his daddy and saw he had that frightened look covering his face that you always saw in movies. The monster had jumped out and was ready to kill his next victim. Maxwell looked back and forth from Stanley and the now empty hall. "Daddy take me to the M-bomb." Like the others he became a puppet and followed the instructions of the little innocent boy turned evil. He walked to the door labeled Mr. Sonly with LABRATORY underneath the name. The day that the guard had not them pass through. The doorknob turned and opened. The two walked in and shut the door.

Outside the closed door two guards and a woman in a lab coat came around a corner into the hall where the four people had just disappeared from. "I heard yelling, I swear it. Where the hell did they go?"

"Well if you hear or see anything else come get us. But untill then maybe you should go get some sleep."