MEGAN FOX, OMEGA SUPREME

Omega Supreme

Author's Note:

Even though my character has disparaged Megan's acting, to be fair, she did try and do her best. He claims she's lazy and uncaring with her craft, but I disagree. As you can see by this montage, she has been trying. Perhaps, if she had a REAL DIRECTOR, and not a guy caught up in her sweet magic, she could have grown in her abilities and not regressed. Or perhaps, what actually regressed, was the horrible writing and lousy instructions she's been given? In truth, she's much better than she gets credit for being. Personally, I'm impressed with her work under the circumstances. Or maybe I'm just prejudicial in her favor? You can't watch even this tiny sample and fairly say she didn't care, can you? I say NO. But it's simply my opinion. And no Megan, HOLLYWOOD'S FUCKED UP!! U Win. Stay rich...teach your kids the truth...

King Lucienwolf.

TWO.

Wilkerson gazes down at the photograph wedged in between the pages twenty-four and twenty-five. It's turned over as well, showing a partially faded and yellowing back. He can make out writing at the uppermost right corner of it, what appears to be the words Crowboy and the number 17. He guesses it's the year the photo was taken--some time in 1917, or 2017, or it's the day it was taken--the seventeenth of some month.

Logic would dictate that a photo taken in 2017, just last year, wouldn't look so old unless something really drastic had happened to it, so it was probably from 1917. He didn't believe they had such technology back in the 1800's. And even if they did---

"Look at it," Crowder's voice cuts through his musings, startling him. Wilkerson, for the second time that morning, utters a small squeak.

What the hell's wrong with me! Why am I so wound up?

You know why, his mind whispers back, because of her...

He exhaled, blushing slightly, and finally turns the picture over. He doesn't know what he expected to see (maybe a photo of Crowder and Megan Fox naked in bed, he guessed), but what he does see is no less shocking or unexpected. For a moment, he simply stares at the image, then slowly raises his eyes to Crowder. Yeah, same guy, only much younger...except for that, of course.

"What does this mean?" Wilkerson whispers. He doesn't seem capable of talking any louder than that. His right hand, the one holding the photo is juking and jiving like a heroin addict in need of a fix. What he sees in the picture, what he notices about it, is even more shocking than first seeing Megan Fox who he had just been thinking of.

See, it wasn't just that he'd been thinking about her, he had thought of quite a few women just before Crowder arrived. No, it was actually the fact that Megan Fox had become an obsession of his...a very serious obsession. So serious, that his wife (or ex-wife, actually) left him over it. Crowder claimed to have five magazines with Megan in them or on the cover? Well, Wilkerson had twenty-five. All cover girl shit.

It got to the point he no longer even looked at other women. They didn't exist in his world, and certainly not in his heart. Everything was Megan Fox. In truth, he couldn't understand it. He found her acting to be mediocre and lazy, as if she didn't really care about acting, and didn't take it seriously. In her few TV interviews before getting blacklisted, he'd found her highly self conscious and insecure.

The rumors he heard concerning her made her out to be an obnoxious bully. That he'd heard similar stories about even less talented, and certainly less beautiful so-called actresses who had mountains of phony praise heaped upon them, wasn't even the point. By all accounts, Megan Fox was a mean, controlling, stubborn, conniving, man-hating, bitch.