​     It was a cold, gray November mid-morning. Egoneg stepped out of his tent to feel the weather not at all, so stunned was he by what Valtair had just done to him. A breeze made his bathrobe flap open, and all he wore underneath was his underwear. 

​     An older woman pushing a shopping cart brushed by him. She looked encased, she wore so many layers of clothing. She took not a single glance at Egoneg. Her attention seemed focused on getting her and her shopping cart out of the homeless camp.

​     "Hey!" Egoneg yelled.

     She didn't stop. It was like she didn't know he was talking to her.

     "Hey!" Egoneg yelled again, and this time he sent a little fear her way along with it. He watched the fear hit her like a slap.

​     She stopped. 

     She turned.

​     She only had one good eye and, for the moment at least, that eye had nothing in it but fear. 

     "Come back here," Egoneg commanded.

​     But, no, she wasn't going to do that. Instead, she ran as fast as she could considering the fact that she was pushing a rickety old shopping cart.

​     "I said come here!" Egoneg demanded a second time, and this time he hit her with a blast of fear so powerful it knocked her off her feet. She hit the ground on her knees to fall forward to splap on her face in the mud. Egoneg thought it was so cool to watch her quiver and scream. He felt himself get hard. His right hand reached for his dick. He let his underwear drop back around his ankles. 

     There were well over three dozen tents in that homeless camp. People emerged from several of them.

​     "Hey, what in the fuck you doing? Pull your pants back up, you perverted motherfucker! That's disgusting!" This from a guy who wore muddy boots, two pairs of jeans, a T-shirt, a regular shirt, a sweater and a jean jacket. He was bald. He was missing more than a few teeth. This was a guy who'd obviously been homeless for awhile, years maybe. He gave Egoneg a look that said, hey, I want to be polite here, but if things get a little rough, I can deal with that, too.

     Well, we'll just see what we can do about ​this, Egoneg thought.

     He didn't shoot a lot of fear this guy's way. He wanted to play with his new powers a little bit, try them out, so he hit the guy with what he figured was only maybe a smidgeon. The guy got kind of a confused look on his face, like the fear he suddenly felt puzzled him. "Uh...Uh..."

​     Egoneg caught him with a stronger blast. It blazed in the guy's eyes now, the terror. Egoneg really blasted him then, and, this time, just like the woman with the shopping cart, the guy dropped to thrash wildly in the mud. He howled like a wounded animal.

     Egoneg howled too...with laughter.

​     He had everybody out of their tents now. Egoneg saw, maybe, fifty people altogether. Plenty of men. A few women. No children that Egoneg saw right offhand. Most looked curious, others pensive, checking out the scene for possible personal dangers. Egoneg even caught a few frightened expressions, and he hadn't even hit any of them with his power...

     yet.

     And there were some angry people, too.

​     Three in particular. Three angry, burly looking men.

​     They sensed something was happening, and they sensed Egoneg had something to do with it, and they didn't like it one bit.

​      They weren't together, in a group. They came at him from three different angles. At first, Egoneg figured to take them out one by one, but then he thought, fuck it, why go through all that trouble?

     He could feel it inside of him, you see.

     The glow, the dark glow.

​     It almost felt like he had a ball inside of himself somehow, a burning black sun, only this sun emitted no warmth nor light.

     It emitted fear.

     It grew, this glow. Egoneg felt it intensify within him. He filled himself with the ferocity of fear, and it was all his, all Egoneg's, all his to control...

     or disperse.​    

     Egoneg did the latter.

​     In short, he exploded.

     He turned himself into a human fear grenade, and then he detonated himself.

​     The fear bomb dropped everyone in that homeless camp to the ground. The guy closest to him screamed so hard he choked. He rolled onto his back, looked upwards towards heaven with an expression that said, more than anything else, WHAT THE FUCK? and died.

​     Another woman, eight feet from him, also died from fright. Egoneg almost saw the life leaving her body.

     That got him jerking off again.

​     Standing there on a cold, Seatrailia mid-morning, his dick in his hand, he felt more powerful by a thousand billion times than he'd ever felt before in his life. So, even as his puny little pickle spit out a wad of cum, he held back his head and laughed. He laughed. He laughed.

​     The Reign of Egoneg had begun.

​END OF CHAPTER ONE

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