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Prologue - Phrenocracy by ~spiker17:iconspiker17:





Hartford, CT
1896


Sitting in a dank pile of underbrush was in no way an ideal situation for Edmond. Unfortunately, however, it was necessary.

Sighing impatiently, he adjusted his position. He resolved that, after tonight, he would begin luring his meals to him instead of going to them. As he mulled over various ways to achieve such a goal, his thoughts were interrupted by the nudge of the presence of someone else's mind.

Edmond smiled--an expression that, had a woman been around to see, would have immediately garnered her trust. Gracefully he lifted himself to his feet. With his mind, he nudged the otherperson's consciousness. The man turned in Edmond's general direction, peering into the darkness.

"Hello?" he called.

Edmond pressed more firmly against the other man's mind; there was a sharp intake of breath as the man put a hand to his forehead. At that moment, Edmond opened his mind like a flood gate. The other man's eyes went wide and he dropped to his knees as Edmond pulled on his mind like a vortex. He howled in pain until suddenly, he dropped limply to the ground.

Edmond extraced his mind and re-erected his usual barriers. Smiling, he walked over to the spot where the other man lay. Turning the man onto his stomach, he saw that it was Richard Waters, a man from Edmond's village and, in fact, his next door neighbor.

Edmond chuckled to himself as he walked away, leaving Richard behind him. He was unconcerned with Richard beign discover. The God-fearing people of Hartford would simply chalk it up to"God's will".

His chuckle progressed to manic laughter as he strolled. The people of Hartford were not at the mercy of God, they were at Edmond's---and Edmond had none.
The powers of the mind were something Edmond had studied intensely. His father had, as well as his grandfather. Only Edmond had more ambition and cleverness than either of them---instead of using the powers of the mind to be a general benefactor for humanity, as his patriarchs had done, he harnessed the same power for himself.

Edmond discovered the true powers of the mind when he was eighteen; in fact, he had tested the first of his theories on his father. When his father had crumpled lifelessly at his feet, Edmond couldn't have been more ecstatic. He learned that he could overtake the mind of another by opening his own consciousness, and that by absorbing the consciousness of the other, he gained strength in his abilities. A theory that Edmond had not thought of presented itself to Edmond only recently. He discovered that, although he was twenty-seven, he looked no older than he had on his twentieth birthday.

Edmond whistled as he walked now. When he got home, he added the night's events to a journal--one of roughly thirty so far. He kept extensive logs on everything he knew and discovered. He smiled wryly, because it wasn't as though he would ever share the knowledge with anyone. But still, it was nice to have around, as proof of how clever he was.

As far as Edmond was concerned, he was the only man alive that would ever see inside these journals. The secrets of powers of the mind would exist for him alone.
©2009 ~spiker17
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Author's Comments

I didn't realize I had already typed this up and that it was just waiting to be submitted.

I've been promising it for ages, so here it is--the beginning of Phrenocracy.

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This is written beautifully !
Such an idea as well. I've never read anything like it before.
Lovely :+favlove:

btw. love edmond. he's not prototypical; he's natural. great job !

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Thanks a lot, dear! It means very much that you took the time to read. Your lovely comment has made my night. (:

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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
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:aww: not a problem !
though you should totally post more. i would love to read what happens next :)

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