Regan smiled. His plan was going exactly the way he wanted it to. Soon, his company would release a series of products that would not only make life easier for every human, but also make life much easier for him.
Once every human in the world got trapped under the illusion of having a worry-free life and bought his products, he would be able to control them to do whatever he wanted.
His product, the 'worry-free inhaler', that was supposed to release the stress in a person's body, was an inhalent that had a chemical allowing Regan to control a person's mind once they inhaled it.
Regan was in search of someone, a man that had once ruined his life. He knew that through this product along with many others that he was going to release, he would be able to find that man. Once he got people to use his product, he would use their eyes to find him. And once he found him, he would make his life hell!
Regan grinned evilly as he picked up his paintbrush. If only he could remember that man's face clearly, he would have dragged him here by now. Pulled him by his collar and have him at his feet.
Alas, his face was something that was quite blur to Regan's memory. However, it did not matter. Soon, through the man's name and Regan's products, he would get him.
Regan let a stroke of the brush hit the paper. His thoughts made him go into another world and as he devised plans after plans to take him down, he let his hand flow over the page, strokes after strokes of the brush going against the paper.
When his mind finally drifted back to reality, Regan looked at his piece of art. A beautifully painted gun stood proudly on the blank sheet of paper and he smiled.
Putting the paintbrush down, Regan put his hand near the paper and gently nudged it. A beautiful smile graced his face as a metal gun fell into his hand and the piece of paper turned blank once more, as though it had never been touched.
Regan went back to his thoughts, twirling the gun in his hands as he did. There was a change in plans. Once he found him, there was no need for the other humans to stay alive. In fact, he'll make sure they were gone out of his way.
If they didn't go willingly, Regan would force them. And his power to make whatever he drew a reality made it even easier for that to happen.
Regan looked up into the sky. Finding him was no difficult task. After all, what could be difficult for a man who was the most powerful in the world. No one knew about his power yet, though. But that was fine. After all, he couldn't just become the king of the world if he announced his power to everyone else.
All the governments and monarchs would try to kill him, make sure he did not become the king of all the other pathetic humans on Earth. Which is why Regan had a plan.
No one could hurt him if they did not know he was even there.
And they'll never realise when he snuck up and snatched their crowns from right in front of their eyes.
And then, and only then, he would truly become what he was destined for; the king of the world.
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King Of The World
Short StoryRegan has a talent. A talent that is coveted by many. A talent that can take or make lives. A talent that makes him more powerful than any other being on the world. A talent that can make him reign over death.