He stood there, laughing in the face of society. Spitting on there well-shined shoes and top dollar pumps.
Knowing all there was to know. All the secrets, all the lies, the scandals, the corruption.
Slipping through his mind like a bird in a cage with no bars.
He was a free man. A free man who knew. Nearly invincible, some would say.
Bred like a pure blood hound with a birth deffect in his brain. Thoughts sweet like honey, twisted through a filter as dirty and black as the night.
A free man, indeed.
Knowing without the knowledge of a power that could potentilly destroy the world.
