(Hey, is it possible that Solarsheep could come into my story as well? Doing something van-related, like pushing it over or stopping it, or maybe just following it? And of course, is this okay with you, Solarsheep?)<br/><br/>I was now in a armored van, with heavily equipped and elite hand-picked mafia. I smiled, I was the King of it all, but I wanted to know if they knew what I was,<span style="font-style: italic">they <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">better</span></span></span>. I waved my hand. The talking within the van died down to the echo's of whispers, they were surprised, they should be, I never had talked to them before that.<br/><br/>"Who am I?"<br/><br/>The two women besides me eyed me awkwardly, their brows furrowed in confusion, it was disgustingly obvious that they were only here due to my handsomeness and my wanting of their prowess in war. I frowned, my anger satisfied with two quick<span style="font-style: italic">eep's</span>as they backed away, frightened by my now sinister appearance.<br/><br/>The driver spoke after putting his lighter in the cup-holder and dispensing with the remaining of his bottles content, undoubtedly whiskey.<br/><br/>"You are our king, sire."<br/>A brief pause accompanied his words in which I clicked off my recorder as I processed my response.<br/><br/>"And do you trust your king?" I said, I was perturbed by his flawless voice, he was perfectly portraying himself as nothing, I could not detect the slightest of emotion.<br/><br/>"Your men, my lord, will follow you to whatever end." The van briefly jumped, driving over a bump on the road that signaled they were now a safe distance from the town, out of its authority, a mile.<br/><br/>"To whatever end..? Where is the horse and the rider. Where is the horn that is blowing. They have passed like rain in the mountains. Wind in the meadow. The days have come down in the West. Behind the hills, into shadow. How did it come to<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">this</span></span>? Is there nothing that can fight me on my own turf, am I destined to fall to time alone?" My eyelids shut and I cracked a grin.<br/><br/>"You just want to fight someone as strong as yourself?" There was something in his voice.<br/><br/>"A madman wishes for nothing more." It was fear.