Jefferson was leaning against his desk on the floor of his office exhausted as Rick Reynolds burst into the room. Rick took one look at Jefferson and his anger raged even hotter. Looking to the floor he couldn't help but see the intern he himself recalled interviewing. Elise had been one of his top choices for her position here. She was bright, young, and enthusiastic. The girl he saw now was a blown up freakish slut version of that girl. Her tits lay on the floor beside her, each so large Rick knew the girl would be unable to walk. She was thoroughly fucked, sperm plastered all over her cunt, thighs, and belly. She looked worn out and yet still had a horny gleam in her eyes that told she was always ready for more. It was horrible and only further enraged the newly empowered head of the agency.
"You did this, you did all this." Rick shouted, his voice deep and growling with anger.
Jefferson weakly looked up, his vision clearing from his most recent ordeal with the sweet young Elise. He first looked very confused, staring blankly at Rick Reynolds. As the man walked in behind Rick, Jefferson suddenly saw the truth. Rick was different now, his white hair and muscular frame seeming far closer to that of the man, than the father and husband Jefferson remembered.
"No, I mean, ...what?" Jefferson said raising his hand in protest as he struggled to stand.
A force shot straight at Jefferson, pounding him into the desk behind him, his head reeling with the blow. Looking up groggily he saw Rick Reynolds holding both hands straight out, his eyes burning with power. The man caught Rick's attention as he held the security chief down with his mind.
"Rick use your focus. Arrange his thoughts. Change him." The man said calmly, only slightly aware of the giant tit that lay at his feet.
"No, No Rick..." Jefferson muttered, attempting to pull his muscular body up from the floor. He couldn't budge. Whatever force Rick had, whatever mental powers, they were just like the man. "No please, don't kill me, please don't!"
Rick Reynolds smiled at the cringing figure on the floor. "Oh you aren't worth killing. You deserve to live with what you've done." Rick said deeply. "And you will live with what you become."
With that comment, Rick dug deep down inside himself and closed his eyes. He pictured all the thoughts and intelligence and perverted nature inside Jefferson. He could see it all floating there before him like words on a screen. One at a time he reached up and plucked away those words, crushing them into nothingness. He destroyed Jefferson's sex drive first. Never again would he have an erection or lurid thought. He was as fixed as a puppy and soon would have near that intelligence. He was taking thought after thought, strength after strength and killing them. As he was thinking of lowering Jefferson's I.Q. he felt a touch on his arm and opened his eyes.
"Rick, make this right. If he remembers nothing he won't suffer what he has done." The man said.
Rick nodded and smiled, reaching back into the security chief's dark mind. He made sure Jefferson knew every last thing he had done, every betrayal he had let lead him. And just as quickly, he eliminated every other relevant thought from Jefferson's head. He was an infant in a way. He would never be able to take care of himself and would always live with constant memories of those he hurt. Every nightmare, every last one would center on himself as a villain. He wasn't worth anything more.
Releasing Jefferson and his own focus, Rick leaned back on unsteady feet. This was extremely taxing to his mind and he felt a moment of tiredness before he stood strong, staring down at the mess of a man Jefferson had become. To most casual observers he was no different, with the exception that his erection he had been about to regain was now gone forever. He stared back at Rick and the man with a blurry face, his eyes not even trying to gain clarity. He was a fool now, and was living in his own nightmare, babbling incoherently. Rick smiled a satisfied glare and then looked to the man.
"What do we do with him now?"
The man seemed to only think a second and grinned back. "That mental ward you'll be releasing your family from, they should have an open room. I can see no other place more suitable for someone like this."
Without a word, Rick nodded and chuckled. He turned his eyes to the massively sexed-up form of Elise. She had been so sweet, like his own daughter only older.
"You spoke of my powers. Can I do anything for her?" Rick asked.
The man looked down at the bloated tits surrounding the girl and then over at Rick's pleading eyes. "There is something you can do."
"Tell me." Rick said.
The man stood silent for a minute or so, studying the girl on the floor. "Okay, you're going to need to concentrate very hard, much more so than with Jefferson. And you need to place your hands on her breasts."
Rick Reynolds was reluctant for a moment, not wanting to be a part of feeling up this young woman. However in his mind and heart, he knew the man spoke the truth. He walked over and kneeled next to Elise's giant right tit, the nipple huge and slightly leaking. With a final nod to Jefferson, Rick reached down and grasped her nipple in both hands, firmly gripping the warm soft flesh. He ignored the pleasurable moan from Elise as well as the stirring his pants gave. Closing his eyes he focused and concentrated all his thoughts on the poor girl, lightly squeezing the nipple.
"Now as you focus all your energy on her breasts, imagine them reversing, growing smaller. Just keep your focus and you should have no problems." The man said.
Rick squeezed harder on Elise's nipple, feeling a trickle of warm fluid run over his fingers. In his mind he saw her laying there on the floor. He pictured her breasts, each larger than he could imagine. As he saw them, Rick focused and imagined them growing smaller, more manageable. For several seconds nothing seemed to be happening. He strained his mind, the intensity of his focus causing his head to pound.
"ooohhh!" Elise moaned, her mind foggy with pleasure as she suddenly felt something.
Rick felt her shifting below him but kept his eyes focused and closed. The nipple in his hand was growing smaller, shrinking at a very slow speed. Soon it seemed to be no larger than a hot dog and felt about as thick. He upped the intensity of his mind and the image became even more vivid. Elise was there laying on the floor, her breasts each as large as over-stuffed pillows. As he visualized the breasts growing smaller faster, he saw and felt the reaction immediately. They shrank rapidly, retreating into her tight young body and the bruises and red stretch marks vanishing. Slowly but surely Elise was returning from the land of freakish whore into a more acceptable level.
There came a point where Rick felt his mind losing focus. He was now holding her firm tit flesh in his grip, the nipple no larger than a large thimble. Still, he had a ways to go to make her as she once was. His clarity was dwindling and he saw the image in his mind leaving him. Suddenly it was gone, as if a light switch had simply been flicked off. Opening his eyes, he breathed heavily, his entire body sore. Looking down he realized he was still groping and massaging the girl's large tit. Releasing it he stood and backed away. The man walked up and laid a protective hand on his shoulder.
Elise lay there still worn out and just as horny as ever but at least she looked reasonably normal. Her tits were about as large as basketballs, obviously much softer and smoother, the pale flesh settling nicely on her flat smooth belly. Her nipples jiggled slightly with each breath she took, the aureola now no larger than silver dollars. She was very much improved, Rick realized. But she was still a mess. Her legs were splayed wide and cum still leaked from her cunt. She no longer looked bruised or abused but she clearly looked like some kind of porn star.
"What more can I do?" Rick asked the man, his eyes looking hopefully over at him.
"Unfortunately not a lot. Her physical changes were fairly extreme. You've done well to get her as she is. At least she will have a more normal life." The man said quietly.
"What about her mind?" Rick asked.
"That's a different situation. You can't replace what she has lost and she'll always have a very heightened sexual appetite. But you can alter her mind so she enjoys the life she will have much more and will be able to handle some sort of independence."
Rick Reynolds turned and faced Elise laying on the floor. Bending down, he pulled her up into a seated position, her newly sized tits now resting above her belly button. She giggled as he handled her and smiled at him, her blonde hair hanging in her face. She was still incredibly cute, if only now in more of a sex bunny kind of way. Removing his jacket, Rick draped it around her shoulders, even its size not fully covering her massive rack. Staring into her eyes, Rick placed his hands on her shoulders and focused.
The man watched as Rick helped his first real victim, at least as much as he could. There was little that could be done to return Elise to what she once was but he could vastly improve her condition and that was just what happened.
Closing his eyes, RIck imagined Elise's mind and found purely depraved sexual thoughts. Removing those, he found some echoes of her previous condition, her old self still lying there waiting to be uncovered. There wasn't much but soon Rick found he was dealing with a much more normal girl, albeit a very flirty and overly sexy one.
"Elise, can you hear me, are you okay?" Rick asked.
Elise looked at him, her head feeling foggy. She shook a little as her vision cleared and suddenly she realized where she was. Her memory was shady and she stared right into the eyes of what appeared to be a white-haired Rick Reynolds. "What happened?" She asked innocently.
Rick looked relieved as he released her shoulders and stepped back, helping her to her feet. Elise held the coat around her protectively and felt uncomfortably aware of how nude she was underneath. "You're going to be okay Elise. How do you feel?" Rick asked.
Looking down and noticing her enhanced cleavage and hard nipples, Elise gasped a little. She leaned back and nearly tripped over Jefferson who was babbling and staring off into space. Wandering the office aimlessly, Elise finally collapsed on the couch. "My bre- tits, what happened to my tits?" She asked, her ability to call them breasts refusing to cooperate.
Rick exchanged looks with the man. "Elise, I really just need to know how you feel, is everything okay?"
Again taking stock of her new buxom figure, Elise seemed to take a few breaths and reached up with a shaky hand to cup one of her large tits. As she caressed and squeezed lightly at it, she suddenly grinned and looked right at Rick. "I feel good, great in fact. Would you like to fuck me Mr. Reynolds?"
Rick looked from the busty blonde to the man, a mixed emotion of frustration, anger, and confusion crossing his face. The man spoke up before anything was said.
"Elise, I believe Rick has more important things to take care of. Why don't you get yourself cleaned up? Go home, take some time to gather your thoughts. Do you understand?"
Elise looked disappointed to not get the fucking she had really wanted but still her mind wasn't completely devoid of decency. Going home sounded like a great idea. "Okay sir. Thanks." Saying this the girl walked over and gathered her pants. Both men watched as she sexily swayed her hips walking from the office.
"So what becomes of her now?" Rick said, his voice tight.
The man looked down and then turned to Rick forcing a smile. "She'll be different. I imagine she'll most likely go to work as a stripper, possibly end up in porn. That's just the way it will be. But the important thing is she's happy. You helped her and that counts for a lot."
Rick angrily struck Jefferson's desk, breaking a large hole in the surface. The man recalled that strength was often difficult to contain when first dealing with enhanced mental abilities. Rick turned to him his eyes almost glowing. "Take me to S.M.U.T. headquarters. I will take care of those bastards."
"Rick" I told you it won't do any good. "S.M.U.T. can't be destroyed now. It would change everything if they were. You wouldn't exist without them. You are only here to help those they hurt, to bring a sense of order to people's lives. Sometimes that will mean having people end up like Elise. Sometimes it may end up better. I can't tell you everything. But believe me one day this will all make sense." The man spoke slowly and calmly, hoping even as he knew the contrary that Rick would understand his words.
"Take me to them." Rick said firmly.
"Okay... okay Rick."
"Is this the last of it?" Rat asked, his voice clearly showing the lack of enthusiasm at being given this assignment.
He tossed the boxes of lab equipment into the back of the large black delivery truck. Resting against the bumper he watched Viper carrying over two more smaller boxes, her lithe form unable to handle the amount he had carried.
"You know it isn't. This is only the last of the science wing, we still have to go through the testing chambers and get rid of all the files there." The younger woman replied bluntly.
Rat walked around the side of the truck and looked at the empty parking lot, the tall smokestacks of the surrounding industrial complex creating a midday haze in the air. The tall black unmarked delivery truck sat up against a small loading dock and at the only above-ground entrance to what was once S.M.U.T. headquarters.
"Damn, I still don't know why we got stuck with this job. What did they tell you Viper?"
The girl called Viper walked up to him smirking. Punching him lightly in the shoulder she smiled. "Well Martin, they told me to help you load up and transport the last of this stuff to our new temporary location of operations." She paused as she let Rat stew about being called by his real name. "And stop calling me Viper, my name's Amy."
Rat or Martin looked around the desolate and dismal surroundings once again, then gave Amy a slight grin. "Fine Amy, how about we go get something to eat after all this?"
Amy's laugh echoed through the hazy complex. "Ha, fat chance Martin. You're like what thirty-five. I'm fairly sure my reputation wouldn't handle being seen in public with someone almost twice my age. Now shut up and lets finish this."
Martin watched the girl strut off into the dark loading dock and fought to come up with a snide remark. Her tight little figure swaying her hips in the jeans she wore blocked his mind from coming up with anything worth mentioning. Looking around again, he thought he heard the distant sound of a truck approaching.
"What's the hold up? Get your ass in here." Amy said leaning her pretty face out into the dim light so he could clearly see her impatience.
Martin kicked the back of the truck as he jumped up and walked after the girl, the outside world vanishing as they made their way down a cold metal stairwell. Walking up along side the smaller girl, Martin attempted to make small talk.
"So tell me again how you were recruited. What, did they like have a high school S.M.U.T. club or something?" He laughed at his very unfunny joke and tried to act cooler than his age.
Amy only glared at him from the corner of her eyes as they entered a large mostly empty storage room. "Very funny, actually you aren't far off. You know what the goals of S.M.U.T. are and that goes beyond any age limitations. Basically they needed younger operatives to access places like high schools. It's the simplest way to spread whatever means of mind manipulation we're working on next."
"I see," Martin said. "So some old dude like me can't infiltrate the modern educational system as easy as a pretty little cheerleader type like you? Smart."
At this Amy stopped and turned to Martin, poking him in the chest angrily. "You better watch what you call me. I despise cheerleaders, that's only one reason I got involved here. Those stupid sluts are always giving girls with brains the bad reputations."
She turned and began walking over to the nearest boxes, filled to the brim with old dusty files. Martin stood watching her and smiled to himself again. "Hey whatever, but if you ask me you look as sweet as any of those chicks."
Amy turned and gave him a smug look which broke into a crooked grin. She posed a moment, thrusting out her firm young chest and placing a hand on her curvy hips. Then she broke up laughing. "Yeah, well thanks for the vote of confidence. But do me a favor and keep it in your pants. I like corrupting others, not myself."
Martin walked up and together they began loading the boxes onto a nearby wheeled cart. As they finished the last of the dusty storage room, Martin decided to ask a question. "So, do you have any idea why we're doing this, packing up I mean?"
Amy ran a hand through her hair, red streaked with blonde highlights, and rest for a minute up against the cart. "You didn't hear? Ha, that figures. Probably why you ended up on this assignment anyway." Pausing to stretch her neck and lean back, Amy continued. "Executive Order 13 was initiated. You do know what that means."
Martin opened his mouth in shock at the mention of that order. He sounded as startled as he looked. "Executive Order 13, are you serious? That's the direct order that concerns the trust of our organization."
Falling silent, Martin stared off into the dark shadows, the room suddenly seeming much more frightening. Amy stood and went to the back of the cart, lifting up the steering handle. "Yes, the basic foundation of S.M.U.T. is trust no other but one, and you know who that is. Order 13 means it is no longer safe to trust him as well. We all knew he was beyond powerful and a clear threat."
Martin picked up the opposite steering handle and together they began towing the loaded cart out into the corridor. He shook his head, not believing what he heard.
"But the man helped create this organization. He guided us in what was done. Why would he turn against us?"
Amy looked at Martin in the dimly lit hall, her eyes as sharp and focused as ever. "He never seemed to be behind what we did, not entirely. If you ask me he had some other purpose. Think about how he guided every mission, everything was planned out as though he'd already seen it done. But really I think it had something to do with Rick Reynolds. Lately the man has been acting very strange concerning Reynolds."
They walked out onto the loading dock and wheeled the cart over to the back of the truck. As they began transferring the boxes Martin spoke up. "You know you're right. He has been awfully focused on Reynolds. What was the deal with him?"
"You mean me?" Rick Reynolds said walking around the back of the truck and standing tall to face the two S.M.U.T. operatives.
Martin nearly fell over trying to spin around as Amy simply stared wide-eyed and frightened at the altered form of Rick Reynolds. Looking back to the dark loading dock, both operatives saw a white-haired form emerge from the shadows. The man approached and smiled calmly at the two.
"Oh Shit." Martin said, his hands trembling as he saw that Rick was now like the man.
Rick Reynolds smiled, a calm and knowing look. He looked at the piles of equipment and documents stacked in the truck and then back up to the two nervous individuals.
"Why so nervous? You can trust me. I'm only here to help. Now why don't you both step down out of the truck, let me get a better look at you?" Rick said.
Slowly after exchanging silent glances, Martin and then Amy stepped down onto the pavement next to the loading dock. They nervously kept their hands at their sides, both watching Rick carefully as he appraised them.
The man stayed in the background. He had no part in this and knew it would go the way it had gone before, the way it had to. Rick paced before the two, the sun catching off his whitened hair. Looking at Martin, he smiled.
"So tell me, and don't lie because I will know if you aren't being truthful. Tell me what two S.M.U.T. perpetrators like yourselves are doing right now."
Martin stammered for a second, fearful of what exactly was going to happen here. "I... I mean... we were just doing what we were told. P-p-packing up boxes." Amy looked over as if to shut Martin up.
"And where were these boxes going to go?" Rick asked calmly.
Neither Martin nor Amy spoke and both looked scared if still resistant. Rick Reynolds realized that was easy to take care of. He smiled, a grin showing all his teeth as he watched the two people. Reaching deep into both individual minds he saw how strong-willed Amy was and how unresponsive she would most likely be. But peering into Martin's mind, there was an opening, a want or need that could help him betray those he worked for. This was easy, he thought, so much easier than before.
"Martin, that is your name isn't it? Well Martin I have an offer to make and trust me you don't want to refuse. You have a thing for this pretty young thing here don't you?" Rick stopped and let both of them take in what he was saying. Martin only casually glanced over at the younger woman he'd been working with today. Her hair glowed in the midday sun, the highlighted streaks shining brightly as she stood defiantly watching Rick.
Rick continued. "You obviously would like to become closer to her. That much is clear. But without my help that would never happen. So how about it, you give me the information I want and I'll set you up. It's that simple."
Martin stared at Rick nervously, his hands still shaky. Looking over again to the girl he'd been jokingly hitting on earlier, he wasn't sure what to do or say. Amy was getting frightened, and looking at Martin simply shook her head, pleading him to have a backbone.
"And if I refuse?" Martin asked.
Rick smiled as did the man in the background. "Well you can say goodbye to freedom, competence, and solid foods. You'll find yourself in a rather vegetative state for some time."
Martin clenched every muscle in his body nervously, his hands gripping the sides of his legs as he realized Rick could do what he said. If he was even a tenth as strong as the man was, there was no question. He took one last look at Amy, her eyes begging for him to be strong. Looking at the ground, he answered.
"Okay, Okay I'll give you what you need. We weren't told where to go yet. But they were going to respond on this radio." He said pulling a small radio from his back pocket. "Just press the red button at one o'clock and they'll be listening. Use the codeword Wormhole and you'll get the information you want."
Amy looked horrified and angry as her partner gave up everything so easily. Looking around at the others she slowly saw all eyes turn to her. Rick took a long look at the girl and then placed the radio in his own back pocket. Giving Martin a stern look, he frowned for a moment.
"You did as I asked so I will keep my word. But you will remember nothing of S.M.U.T. For you they never existed." Martin shook, his head feeling cloudy as his memories rearranged themselves. Suddenly he found himself wondering what he was doing here, in some industrial neighborhood with a couple of white-haired men and a cute young redhead.
"What, er what am I doing here?" He asked cautiously.
Rick smiled kindly and walked back towards the man. Turning to Martin and Amy, he laughed lightly. "Martin I think you were just about to have some fun with your girl Amy there, weren't you?"
Suddenly Martin found a rapidly growing erection in his pants. He felt his thoughts fully shift to Amy and her young tight body. Leering at her, she seemed confused at first but slowly her mind succumbed to its new programming. She swayed lightly on her feet and stared wantonly at the much older man. Reaching up, Amy loosened her black t-shirt and quickly lifted it over her head, tossing it to the pavement. Her young little B-cups jiggled slightly in her bra as she smiled crookedly and reached behind her back to undo it. Martin was close to the point of drooling as she tossed the bra alongside her t-shirt and gave her chest a hearty shake, letting her tits bounce before his eyes. Tossing back her red hair, the sun catching it just right, Amy walked right up to Martin and pressed into his body, leaning up for a kiss.
Watching the two, Rick understood more of his powers and decided to make this more interesting for both of them. "Oh Martin, you may not understand. But I have one last gift for you. You'll receive it as soon as you give Amy there your own little gift. Enjoy."
Martin broke the kiss and looked questingly at the white-haired stranger. "Oh, okay." He said, his hands finding their way up to Amy's sweet little mounds. He squeezed and massaged at her tits, tugging on and pinching both nipples as the two of them made out and kissed at each other. Pulling away, Amy walked over to the loading dock.
"Now Martin that is really fun and all, but how about you come over and fuck my brains out. Something tells me I'm gonna like having your sperm inside my cunt."
Martin nearly tripped as he ran up to her, dropping his pants in the process. He held her with one hand, kissing her mouth as he reached down and rid himself of his boxers, his large cock bobbing excitedly and poking into her belly. Amy reached down and unzipped her jeans, wiggling her hips to slide them off. Standing back for a moment, Martin shoved her against the loading dock and lowered her panties, soaking in the view of such a cute little cunt. She was wet and waiting for him to plug her good, he thought.
"Oh OH yess!" Amy cried out as the man nearly twice her age slammed his cock deep inside her cunt with one hard thrust. He began jumping up at her, ramming her back against the loading dock platform. Her little tits jumped with every lunge and her eyes took on a glassy stare as she felt him pack her womb full of male meat.
"Ungh shit, this is awesome." Martin shouted as he held the girl's hips and really began fucking her. He pulled her to him and off him, pounding her like the slut he now thought she was. This was one tight little cunt, he thought happily. Reaching up over her smooth flat stomach, Martin grabbed her left tit and crushed it to her chest, squeezing and releasing with every thrust. He treated it like a stress ball, enjoying her weak cries of pleasure and pain as he continued to fuck into the young girl.
"Oh OH yess, oh fuck me Martin. Fuck my worthless brains out. Screw me forever." Amy screeched as she took the most brutal pounding in her young life. She clenched her legs tightly around Martin as he repeatedly stabbed his cock into her. Tossing her head back and forth, she slapped his face with her long streaked red hair, enjoying how it made him even more animalistic in his humping.
"Oh shit, I can't last forever, unghhhh!" Martin grunted as he crammed his cock deep into the teenage girl one last time and held her hips tightly against his own, spraying her insides down with hot and fresh sperm. He loved it and his eruption seemed to go on forever as he watched her amazingly horny young face, her teeth tightly clenched in pleasure. Suddenly to his surprise as he was finishing up squirting a seventh rope of sperm deep into the cute girl, her tits began jiggling on their own. He stared at them with pure lust as they jumped on her chest independent of his or her movements.
"Oooh, wow, what's happening now?" Amy asked, her mind drenched in pleasure just as her womb was drenched in juicy cum. She stared down at her tits as they seemingly moved on their own and both she and Martin gasped in shock at what happened next.
Slowly Amy's tits each began ballooning up, growing from their perky handfuls into massive melons each the size of her head. They jiggled lewdly as the growth happened fast and quickly stopped, both settling much lower on her chest and now just barely touching Martin as he leaned back ogling them with a horny focus in his eyes. He reached up without saying a word and grabbed one in his hand. Rubbing and squeezing the large pale flesh, he pinched the darker nipples and leaned forward to suck one deep inside his mouth.
"Oh wow, that feels incredible." Amy moaned appreciating the attention her new tits were getting as she felt Martin's cock hardening and lengthening inside her cunt.
Martin let go of her tits and leaned back, fully thrusting his hips into her, making her feel every inch of his cock. "I can't wait to fuck those tits later." He said. "But for now, I think I have another delivery for your cunt."
The two began fucking loudly and merrily once again as Rick walked away with the man. The sun was still managing to pierce the surrounding haze and their shadows were dark around their feet.
"Nice job with those two." The man said.
Rick turned and glanced back to the happy couple, Martin really fucking the young girl hard now, her huge tits smacking her chin with brutal thrusts. Looking back to the man, he smiled.
"Hey I did what I could. They're both happy and I believe Martin enjoyed his special gift, both of them. You know I gave Amy a gift as well, she just may not be aware of it."
"Oh really." The man said, already knowing what Rick spoke of.
"Oh yes, I heightened her fertility through the roof." Looking back one last time at the frantically screwing couple, Rick smiled. "There's no way she will get through this day without being knocked up. But hey they make a cute couple and Martin will take care of her. If he thinks her tits are nice now, just wait until nine months are up."
Both Rick and the man chuckled. As Rick reached his truck the man held back, his face taking a serious look. "Well Rick, this is where I leave you. I've done what I had to and you have things to do. It will be one o'clock soon and you have a trail to follow."
Rick Reynolds looked at the man. He was curious about what he meant but in a way, he realized the man spoke the truth. It was time for him to be on his own. The agency was in ruins and besides, he needed to separate himself.
"Where will you go, what will you do?" He asked quietly.
The man smiled and looked around at the industrial complex. "I don't know yet. I've made so many mistakes in my life that it's about time I started really focusing, taking charge of my own mind. I encourage you to do the same. You know Rick Reynolds is gone. You're a different man now."
Rick looked down at the hood of his truck and then smiled back. "I think you're right about that. Any suggestions for what I should call myself?"
The man turned his back to Rick and grinned to himself. "Yes, yes I do. Why don't you simply call yourself 'the man'? It seems to fit you now."
Rick agreed. The name seemed to work. Before he got in his truck a couple of small questions still lingered in his mind. As the man began to walk away, he called out. "Wait, Let me ask you something." The man turned as if he'd expected the question. "You said S.M.U.T. has been around for thirty years but we have no evidence indicating that. There have been no cases before three years ago. Why is that?"
The man shrugged and looked up at the sky, one lone cloud visible through the haze.
"It will make sense, in time. Believe me it will all be clear. Take my advice as you begin your new life. Don't let your anger guide your actions. Control it and remain focused."
Standing at his truck, Rick Reynolds watched the man leave. In a way he felt odd, as though he was losing a companion, someone he had a connection with. "Will I ever see you again?"
The man waved back to Rick and said nothing that Rick could understand. Under his breath he mumbled something to himself. "In about thirty years Rick, you'll see me in about thirty years when you look in the mirror."
As Rick drove off and the man started down the lonely stretch of road, he recalled his anger that had led him to this whole mess. He was tired after so many years of following S.M.U.T. and attempting to end their reign of tyranny. The day his wife died was the day he couldn't take it anymore. In those days, technology had reached a much more advanced place. He came across a research station in the desert. They were working in temporal theory, studying the dimensions of time and space. On that day his anger boiled over and he controlled the scientists in charge of the equipment. He forced them to send him back, back to a day when he could finally destroy S.M.U.T. for good.
He paused and looked back to the now distant warehouses that surrounded the original headquarters of that organization. The sun appeared from behind the cloud and revealed his real mistakes, so many he'd made since taking that journey. He was supposed to arrive now, in time to catch the man who'd given him his abilities, in time to find him and form a partnership, knowing that together they could destroy S.M.U.T. before it hurt so many other innocent people.
The thing about temporal theory and all the advanced technology that research station had was it was all theory. Nobody had taken the chance to see how it worked and he being as powerful as he was felt positive he could make the theory work. He'd arrived too soon, he realized. He was in the wrong place, had known it as soon as he saw the date in the newspaper stand at that truck stop. He arrived three years too early. And then over the next week it occurred him, everything became clear. He was the man he'd been seeking. He was responsible for making his own destiny.
Walking away he understood all the bad that he had brought on himself. By letting his anger rule his actions in the future he had unknowingly created that future. He was the man behind S.M.U.T. and so they both would always exist, one force against the other. He smiled though now. Rick was on his way and if it was at all possible to bend the timeline, maybe he would take a different path. Maybe he could change things for the better.
A thought occurred to the man as he trudged onward to a future he didn't know, something he'd once read by Friedrich Nietzsche. He said 'one must have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star'. Well Rick Reynolds was that star and hopefully he would find a way to conquer that chaos, the real chaos of S.M.U.T.