The Wolf Who Cried Wolf

By Mark Heywood

A psychological thriller with supernatural elements and hardcore fight scenes.
This story follows a young male who suffers a head trauma after a fatal accident in a storm surge. He hasphysical impairments in the beginning followed by some lucid dreams that change his reality forever.
From there he evolves into a dark and mysterious man only capable of destruction and chaos.
Told through his eyes as his confession, read to see how dark and profound he becomes, as he is the WOLF!

• Language: English
• Publisher: ReadOnTime BV
• Release date: Feb 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781742841274

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The Wolf Who Cried Wolf

The Controlling Mind

Mark Heywood

Smashwords Edition

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The Wolf Who Cried Wolf.

Copyright © 2009 Mark Heywood

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A copy of this publication can be found in the National Library of Australia.

ISBN: 9781742841274

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1: A regular person

Chapter 2: The incident

Chapter 3: Dreamless nights

Chapter 4: Wicked Nightmare

Chapter 5: A better day

Chapter 6: Fused to my brain?

Chapter 7: Altered state of mind

Chapter 8: Sad days

Chapter 9: Dangerous Dreams

Chapter 10: A dream or a vision?

Chapter 11: I must be crazy

Chapter 12: Heed my warning

Chapter 13: The change is just the beginning

Chapter 14: A carefully considered plan

Chapter 15: The power is my will

Chapter 16: I told you I’d be back!

Chapter 17: Goodbye Derik

Chapter 18: Easier than I imagined

Chapter 19: What have I done?

Chapter 20: Frustration, anger and despair

Chapter 21: Becoming the wolf

Chapter 22: The first time for pleasure

Chapter 23: This can’t be happening

Chapter 24: The last of the light

Chapter 25: I am the wolf

Epilogue

Shadowed Path

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Prologue

Confessions

CONFESSION- A thing confessed a statement of one’s wrong doing.

I’ve tried to confess my sins on more than one occasion. In the beginning they thought I was suffering from sleep deprivation and gave me medication.

I still tried warning them, but they laughed behind my back, thought I was crazy. They insisted I had psychosis and needed to see a psychologist.

They even had me convinced for a short time. After talking with the shrink I realised I was wasting my time. The only thing I was certain about was that psychologists are even more fucked up than the rest of us.

I’ve always liked that quotation: Confessions of a dangerous mind. I never really understood it until now.

You see, the real danger is when you give a truthful confession and they don’t believe you. They even laugh at you and think you’re completely mad. This only causes the frustration and anger to build. Ultimately, the way one thinks about others is changed. Making them….. Making me, even more dangerous.

My name is Brian Dampier and this is my story…….. MY CONFESSION

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Chapter 1

A regular person

The year was 2013. I lived in a major city called Red Ridge that was located on the eastern coast of Australia. It was early December and my life was great. I was two years through my university Degree and loving it. I was studying science and technology and was top of the class. They held national science fairs every year at my university, where people came from all over the country to enter and hopefully win a scholarship or sponsorship through extra-curricular studies. Each year a few of us entered the competitions through the university itself. I had come first the previous two years and second in the one before that. It doesn’t sound like much but the fact is, I didn’t do it so well and I still made second place. This year I was planning to do my experiment on storms; I wanted to find out exactly how lightning works by creating my own lightning bolts. The other students always picked something easy to do, ensuring they got good results. To give you an idea, here are some examples of their experiments: which metal corrodes the fastest, the regeneration of crystals. It was the kind of science I could do in sixth grade. My approach was different - I tried to do things way above my own experience and skills. Even if I made a mistake, I always came close.

The science professors always respected my ambition and my will to try things that were considered extremely difficult. They say that scientists are constantly trying new things and that each time you fail you’re getting one step closer to success. In a couple of my classes there was an amazing girl. Her name was Erin Kim and we always helped each other in our studies. I often thought about asking her out, I was just so busy. I wanted to make her mine. I was about to turn twenty years old, I was popular within my community and the ladies even though I had eyes only for Erin. I was young, handsome, and athletic and had more friends than I could handle. It seemed everyone wanted a piece of Brian Dampier.

Everything was wonderful, well... except some family issues. My parents had recently separated and they were thinking about getting a divorce. It was hard for me to understand because throughout my childhood they had always told me that it’s important to find your soul-mate, that it’s the only path to true happiness. They used themselves as a prime example, but now I was thinking they were a joke. Things were hard for me and it was a brutal time between them. They were always arguing and fighting over everything, including me. That didn’t make sense as I was almost twenty and wasn’t even living with them, to my understanding, they just hated everything about one another, or so it seemed.

Sometimes I wish they could remember how they used to feel and all those things they used to say to me about love, commitment and finding one’s soul-mate. Sometimes I think there is no such thing as a soul-mate! Think about it from a scientific view, I’m sure there are many candidates that would suit your personality and way of mind. It’s unlikely any singular living form only has one counterpart. I think they watched too many romantic love movies, of which I HATE! As they gave me this unrealistic view of love and how people act when they’re in love. Anyway, to each their own I guess.

Despite the constant fighting and strange situations they put me through, I still loved them. Their separation really didn’t affect me too much, as I was a self-involved person, not prone to considering them. I guess I was just used to their bullshit and I had my best mate.

Of all my friends, there was only one I could count on and his name was Tom Riley. There was also my pet iguana, Tido. I’d had him since I was twelve and he was an awesome creature. Tom and I were like brothers, always together through thick and thin. We had been friends since the second grade. We really were inseparable. He came with me on occasion to eat dinner with my mother or father; since he was an orphan, he enjoyed spending time with my parents. I always made jokes that he could have them, because a dysfunctional family must be better than no family.

Tom wasn’t like me. He had to fight for everything in his life, where things in my life seemed to have been delivered on a silver platter. Don’t get me wrong, I studied every day but I must admit I was given a powerful brain. My IQ was over 160. He was constantly struggling with his grades and he wasn’t given the best looks either. I helped him as much as possible with his work load and with the girls too and I guess that’s why I enjoyed his company – he made me feel gifted. Ha-ha! That makes me sound too full of myself. No matter. I always thought he was talented as he was studying science and mechanical engineering and I’m sure he will make something good of his future. I could count on him as he was real, not another person sucking up to me hoping they’d become as I was. When I hung out with Tom, I knew I could be myself. I didn’t have to impress him.

We would meet up every weekend and play baseball, go drinking and meet up with some ladies or do our favourite thing, playing video games - either at the video parlour or on PlayStation 3. We had the most awesome times together. The two of us would sometimes go out together drinking and I’d hook him up, since he wasn’t the best looking. We’d chat up some girls, even though they were interested in me. Little did they know I was only interested in one girl. I’d hang out until they were extremely drunk, so they’d be easy prey for Tom. Ha-ha! Then I’d run off home and catch up on my studies while Tom got down and dirty. Good times!

Sometimes I think to myself about my past and how good it used to be before all the chaos and bullshit. There is an old saying, that nothing worth having comes easy. However, they neglect to mention that you could die trying. Regardless of this fact, people still have this inner desire to be better, to have more and they’ll do anything in their power to achieve this greatness. I was no different from them. I think it’s a human defect. In fact I am worse, as I’ve done very bad things in order to have what I want. Sometimes things go to plan and other times they don’t. I guess our minds are sometimes clouded by these riches and we only see the endless road of possibilities. This gives us some misread directions which we should have avoided. I thought I had regrets and pain and for a while I did, but now I’m okay with what Happened in my plan. As it made me into something out of this world!

So that was my life and as I was saying before I got side-tracked, I still think about it. On occasion I find myself wishing that I still had that life, but we must go on pressing forward and see where these roads take us. They may get gloomy and dark but you try your best to stay in the light.

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Chapter 2

The incident

It all began on Sunday, the 9th of December 2013. It was a regular Sunday. I woke early to condition my body with a two hour workout consisting of five rounds of forty push ups and two hundred sit ups. It was important for my health and for looks to have a ripped body and a good cardio-vascular system. Afterwards I skipped for twenty minutes and then I went outside and used a large wooden beam for my chin-ups or pull-ups or heaves, whatever you know them as. Then I went for an hour’s ride on my bike. I liked riding because it was a good workout and you got to see the natural beauty of the world. You also got much-needed vitamin D for healthy, strong bones. Sometimes I’d change it up with a workout on my punching bag, but not on that particular day.

After my workout I would shower and think about having something to eat. I was a fussy eater and liked to have something different each day. This drove my mother crazy as I couldn’t cook for shit and she was the one making my breakfast. Ha-ha! I would give her my list and once a week she’d bring the meals to my crappy little apartment and leave them in the freezer.

From there I had the gruelling task of meeting with my mother or father. I would alternate between them over the weeks as I couldn’t bear to see them both in a week, let alone on the same day. This week I saw my father, as our time together was more enjoyable. Even though he was a shell of the man I once knew, I still found he wasn’t holding grudges like my mother was. He must have done something pretty bad for her to hold such resentment towards his very existence.

We had an early lunch and a quick chat about life, school and my plans for this year’s science competition, I loved talking about science and even though he had no idea about half the shit spilling from my mouth he loved that I was enjoying my time and study at the university. I didn’t want to hang out any longer as my parents’ presence made me feel exhausted. It was hard to strike a conversation with my father as he was so sad and miserable, so I told him I was meeting a girl just so I could leave early. I just wanted to meet up with Tom.

I said my goodbyes and that it was nice to see him (even though I was becoming less found of these little meetings, for just once I wanted them to have something positive or nice to say about life. It wouldn’t be long before would I regret this attitude.) The time was twelve noon and I was heading up town into the city. Tom liked the busy lifestyle and the easy access to girls and/or parties. I had just gotten off the bus heading towards Tom’s house. He was eagerly awaiting my arrival. We met up and slapped hands, did all the usual crap males do upon meeting their good friends. Nothing could have prepared me for what would happen that day and how it would change my life so dramatically.

That day we decided to play our favourite game, Rampage Cop. It was a virtual headset game where you played the character of an out-of-control police officer running down the crooks that killed his family. I must say…it was fucking spectacular and I had all the top five scores. No matter how much I played the game, I couldn’t help myself and had to play more. The gaming experience had become so real; the 3-D virtual lives were amazing. You would attach this headset over your eyes and ears, it took about thirty seconds to boot up but then you were in the system. It was like you were a part of the game. You even chose from the menus with your own arms. Anyway, we were anxious to play so we headed off to the video parlour.

The time was now 1pm and there was a storm heading our way. Regardless, we got our change and started playing the game. Hours flew by and nothing else in life existed at that point of time. We would change over every thirty minutes to be fair and

give our eyes a rest. Even though we loved this technology, it was painful. There were these pills some people had to take to reduce motion-sickness and to help their nervous system stay as it should, because these games were so advanced it would make people suffer from muscle