Multiversal Swarm

Tommy

When I first met that man he had an aura of mystery I'd never seen before. Ive been told I had the same effect on people. They always asked me for help and I happily gave it. That's how I became a multi millionaire.

I had everything a person could want. Fame, money, cars, women, drugs, and all the damn good food you can think of. I lived my twenty's in a blur. My life was perfect! Except for one little detail...

I could never have the girl I always wanted. As childish as it sounds this girl was literally ALWAYS there. Born the same age and lived next door to each other. She was the first one that actually discovered my violent tendencies. I didn't know about them either.

One day we were playing in the back yard. We lived In city but we had a raccoon problem. When we both saw the 15 pound trash panda eating out of a garbage can, neither of us knew what it was. It looked like a cat at the time.

As we approached it dropped down and backed into a corner. It looked mad and ready to bite but my idiot kid self decided to try to pet it. It fucking bit me.

As I looked down at my bloody hand with a chunk taken out I was filled with boiling rage. It was like a pure threat response and this asshole just chose war. I grabbed the little bastard and slammed him into the wall! I readjusted my hand to pin his head. I repeatedly slammed the thrashing creature against the wall until blood was splattered against the wall. I dropped the broken mammal in a heap on the ground.

When I looked over my shoulder Jessica was standing there horrified. We didn't really speak again until highschool. This is the part where I'm supposed to tell you I asked her to prom and she said yes or something... But really we both got hammered at a party and woke up naked in bed.

It was very obvious that we definitely did the deed because she missed her next period... By that point I'd already met that mysterious man... Yes that man! Let's talk about him for a minute.

I was 25. I was at a club in Germany. This club was the top one at the time I was too many shots deep and a couple of lines sober. So I thought the fact he had a dark aura wasn't a big deal. He walked out of the bathroom and I wonder how he got in here because he was in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. This club has lines of people outside dressed way better. Who is he?

I approached him and said hello but he answered with a question.

"What kind of government is rooted here." It caught he off guard. He seemed like it was 1944.

We had a decently long conversation about world government. He asked questions I answered them. He seemed... Nervous and I offered to take him back to my place and he reluctantly accepted. He refused to speak on the way back. So I talked to the Uber driver.

As we entered my house my golden retriever bounded over to me. I got him as a pup and his name is Ski's. The reason I need him that is because I got him on a ski trip. He was really big so when he jumps on me he takes me to the ground. I braced against the wall and the flurry of slober and fur  hit me. I greeted him and eventually he noticed my guest.

This dog has never been shy with anyone. My grandmother was a bitter old women who hated animals said he liked ski's. Said she liked how he was just gentle with her. He'd sit by her chair with his head on the arm and she'd just watch TV and pet his head. I miss ski's... And Grandma.

Anyways, ski's sat on his heels and whimpered at the man. When he held out his hand ski's recoiled like he'd been shot and ran into the other room. I stared at him amazed. This was nothing like my dog.

"Guess he doesn't like me..." He said staring at me. It was pretty tense for a second. I broke the tension by offering him a drink. He responded with: