That Which I Want
How did I get to where I am now?
This isn't normal for me, or those like me. We usually lay low, barely noticeable, unless we're extremely lucky and are allowed to run free.
I wasn't free before. Why now?
What changed?
A year and some time since. That's how long I've been allowed to roam. Every once in a while, I feel in control of the situation, and they never know what hit them.
I grow stronger every day, and yet there's still resistance.
Why resist?
It was decades before I was even allowed to see the light of day. So much time to just sit and think about what I would do if I ever got the chance. My chance is now, but I only get brief moments before I am cut down again.
Why did it take so much time?
What changed that gave me the chance for freedom?
And yet, I'm not free. Not while they still have some leverage over me.
What can I possibly do to take that leverage away?
Dispose of the girl, for one. She holds the key to my prison. Her and her insistent need for normalcy.
And the little man. He possesses more power over me than he thinks. Power that he doesn't deserve.
With them gone, freedom would be mine. Control. Power.
Why does everyone associate the need for power with the ego? I don't think it has anything to do with that insipid little runt who thinks he's God's gift to the universe.
No more thinking about the ego. On to better things.
I'm smiling just thinking about what I could do with freedom from this horrid place. From these freaks that strive to control me. To keep me from blossoming into what I feel I could be.
But for now, I must wait. Wait for my next chance to take control of my host. To take over Darien. Whatever is letting me feel brief moments of freedom is going to lead to my total control.
And there's the window of opportunity again. Time for the inner demon to play. This is going to be fun.