Heroes & Roses: The Mad King

Chapter 1: The Mad King

It has been years since Texas was overrun by my rule. The years were dull and blurry, I could hardly remember all the terror I had caused and blood I had splattered to make my way up the ranks, to be a dictator over millions. It was only time until I ruled all of the United States, from California to New York; the North and the South. I would own them all, lead them, and control them. All of them, even the friends I left behind so shallowly. I gave them the option to join me or be killed, and they made their choice quite clear. It was up to them, and that's the last choice I would allow them to have.

These people needed to be ruled. These small, ignorant, boring humans need a leader. Without one they're like flowers left in the dark for too long; lifeless. Unwilling to grow. They had no powers to contribute. However I can change that. I can make them grow, give them powers beyond their own comprehension. Yet no one seemed to agree with me, besides my loyal Knights. But even I don't trust them at times, even if they have no choice but to trust me. They were under telepathic control too.

I have these thoughts constantly, sitting on my throne, watching people being beat bloody in front of me as my Knights mercilessly terrorized the innocent. But they weren't in front of me. No, I could monitor every Knight that followed me using telepathy I didn't use to have. I sometimes think I'm crazy; mad. I'm not. I don’t think. Am I? I feel no remorse, I don't have emotion, but most importantly I don't have my mind. After my wife died I knew I wasn't in control anymore. I didn’t have my children and I was becoming mindless in action. It was subtle at first, I didn't even notice when I began changing, becoming violent until later on. But later came and I was barely in my own conscious. Voices told me what to do and I obeyed, thinking they were my own. We’re they my own? I'm a kind person. I was a kind person.

Some man at a bar offered me a drink, or five, a few days after my wife's passing. I didn't even drink, I just knew I needed one that day. I was dizzy and stupid and accepted the offer when the same man offered to "take my pain away". He did, but I was different, and I never saw the man again. All I remember was how bright his eyes were, and a cool night breeze.

My mind often seemed to multi-task on its own now. While I process what's happening in front of me, another part of my mind could be monitoring Knights far away, while another was working at some unforeseen plan. So strange, how someone’s mind has so much potential but no one seems to use it. I was snapped out of thought whenever my entire brain snapped to attention when I see a Knight turn to pummel another innocent, I mean deserving, man.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Blaine, one of my newer minor Knights, said before turning back to the scrawny man who called him a 'prick'. I know he had no choice but to obey me, but he's really become abnormally violent recently. Curious. Knights usually keep their personality while under my control, but he was different. He was a fighter on the inside.  I observe carefully.

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Eyo! How's everyone doing? Probably pissed I haven't updated my already started stories. I know, I know, trust me I do. I've just had some God awful writer’s block and decided to start another story to clear my mind a bit. Also, I'm deleting the writing schedule! I've learned that if I put a deadline on myself I tend not to get things done, so I'll get rid of it! But either way I hope you enjoyed this story! Leave your thoughts and advice, and thanks for reading! Cheers!

**Chapter 2: Superheroes, Coming Soon!!**