*The Leader sits on the porch of an old, abandoned house in the middle of the woods, rocking back and forth on his rocking chair, smoking out of a pipe. One of his followers has a camera and is recording The Leader.*

The Leader: Do you want to hear something, really scary? The human race has become blind, you've been forced down onto your hands and knees, but you can't do anything about it, because you're just a normal, working class citizen. You're under the control of the media, they brainwash you, reprogram you, and then send you away to do their bidding, just like everyone else in the world. But not me, no no no, not me.

*The Leader laughs.*

The Leader: No, I'm the one who crouches down whilst you work, and whispers the truth into your ears, planting the seeds for the rebellions. I did it with Martin Luther, and I did it with Gandhi, I've always been here, and I always will be!
But you, you'll just become more and more a slave, with the higher powers draining your memories until you become nothing but a living corpse that is locked away because the powers have grown tired of it.
You've sent people to investigate me, to bring me back so I can be a slave to you as well, and then you wonder why they never come back! Well, I force open their eyes to the light and help them walk upright, and once they know the truth, they don't want to go back to the lies you tell them.
Now, you're probably thinking these are all lies, but they aren't, what I'm saying is the complete truth, so join me, and I'll show you.

*The Leader holds out his hand and smiles.*

The Leader: If you're confused where to find me, just feel the wind on your skin and follow it, because it always leads to me.

*The Leader begins to uncontrollably laugh as the man takes the camera into the house, before he suddenly stops and starts humming the tune to 'Mary had a little lamb,' as the camera shuts off.

Mihoko strolled through the forests, his blue eyes scanning the forest, trying to find suitable pieces of firewood which would suffice for the camp fire he hoped to create. Camping hadn't been something enjoyed, especially at night - he hated the dark and especially the creatures that lurked within. A shiver crawled up his spine, his palms beginning to sweat. Why had he come out here, anyway - out of all the places he could hide - he had to choose here. He felts as if... he had to be here... it was necessity - some kinda of source which had been drawing him to this location.

Mihoko's nerves calmed a little bit as a picked up a log of wood, caressing it in his mosquito bitten his hands, which were ridden with red dots. In the distance, he swore he heard a soft mutter... a whisper which was carried to him by the soft wind. His palms began to sweat even more as the logs of wood rolled from his hands, dropping to the ground with soft thunks. "Is..." His voice wavered, as the mutter grew louder, turning into a whisper, "I-Is some-o-one there?" He received no reply and the muttering came to a cease, only to be followed by the cracking of a twig.

This had to be some joke... some illusion... a dream which was corrupting his conscience. Hundreds of thoughts zoomed through his head, his imagination bursting wildly. Mihoko bent over to pick up the pieces of wood he dropped, his eyes attentively darting through the forest which held him captive.

*The Leader stands in the gap between two trees, out of sight. He watches Mihoko pick up the log and smiles, before moving around towards Mihoko.*

The Leader: Hey, wanna hear something...really scary?

*The Leader moves out of sight once more, talking to Mihoko as he moves.*

The Leader: They, they sent you, didn't they? The powers that control the world, the media, the destroyers!
You are blind, my friend, confused. You don't know the real world, and because of this, you follow the closest thing that welcomes you, the media, the news, the internet.

*The Leader appears in front of Mihoko and holds out his hand.*

The Leader: Let me show you the reality, take my hand and I'll show you the light.

He dropped the logs once again, stiffening up to see a ragged man, extending a hand toward him. Unsure what to say, he gulped, fear wracking through his body. Where had he came from? Who was this man? Mihoko shook his head, hesitating at first, "I... I have to go back." He gulped once again, preparing to turn, so many thoughts racing through his head as his vision was now fixed on the camp which was only located a few meters away.

Just walk... The voices swirled around his head, Don't look back... Don't. Mihoko neared the tent, the warmth of the fire embracing his gloomy soul. He wanted to look back, he felt as if an urge was pounding in his chest, something forcing his every move. He shivered - it was just a figment of his imagination.

Mihoko turned.

*The Leader laughed, before walking forwards to face Mihoko once more.*

The Leader: Do you see what I mean? All those feelings, they aren't yours, they're the feelings of the brainwashing, the lies, the deceit. You need to fight it, just take my hand, I'll help you stand upright once more.

Bad mistake... The voice in his head cursed, disappearing for a short amount of time, Just... try and do what his says... Don't be afraid. The voices in his head had started up... he hated it when his conscience did this to him - his parents said it was caused by nerves. "Who are you?" Mihoko asked, trying to muster every ounce of confidence he could get. His palms were filled with sweat and every part of his body shook, "What do you want from me?"

*The Leader's face turned grim, as he circled Mihoko, smiling weirdly.*

The Leader: I don't want anything from you, but you need something from me. There's a secret little society deep within the one you live in, it's full of all the world leaders and icons that are so talented and special, and that society feeds on them. Tell me, have you ever noticed little changes within celebrities, because that's the little society. Now you're probably wondering what this society is, and I'll tell you, Illuminati.
They're good at covering their tracks, have done it for quite a while, actually, but I'm better. I see through their lies and deceit and I can help you stand up! I can help you break the hold they have over you! Because that's the reason why you don't want to accept my words as the truth, because the little voices in your head are the Illuminati's voices, telling you not to believe me and sink deeper into the lies they spew out of their mouths!

Take my hand, it is your only option, Mihoko.

Mihoko's hand wavered before moving out, ever so slowly. His hesitated, "I don't understand." He muttered, remembering what his parents had said about the voice - they were evoked by nerves, and nerves alone. Who was Illuminati? Don't listen. Take your hand away and go. The voices inside his mind swirled, intensifying with each passing second. After a couple of seconds, his hand made contact with the hand which had been offered to him and the voice inside his head screamed.

*The Leader tightly grasped Mihoko's hand and laughed, before hitting him around the side of the head with a stone, knocking him out. The Leader dragged Mihoko off into the darkness of the night, humming a nursery rhyme to himself.

*The Leader is stood on a rock in the middle of the river, with two cultists kneeling in the waters below.*

The Leader: Do you want to hear a secret? A deep, dark secret that has haunted society since it began?
But first, Parents, I need you to stop lying to your children, because you're telling them that monsters aren't real, when they actually are, and every single person in the media world is a monster, controlled by the demons that live in the backs of their head, whispering thoughts into their brains and forcing them down onto their hands and knees.

*The Leader spins around on the rock like a child, before turning serious again.*

The Leader: But what are you going to do when I decide the time for fun and games is over? What happens when they all begin to walk upright? And that is the true reason why you come and look for me, because you're scared of me, you don't know who I am, What I am, or where I am. Well luckily for you, I'm going to tell you, I'm everything!

The Leader chuckles to himself.*

The Leader: I'm the dirt and grass between your toes, I'm the box for a pack of matches, and the air that surrounds you. Everything around you is a riddle, and things may seem different than they really are, thus is the mystery of me, open to the world's interpretation.
I'm coming for you, and when I find you, there's nowhere you can run...

*Placed above the trees He sat and waited for what felt like an eternity, with his aim set to the cultists He waited...*

*The Man perfectly still, reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a smoke bomb*

The Pursuer: I don't believe a thing you teach the fools... Its against gods will!

*With that he threw the smoke bomb ah hard as he could at the Family. The Pursuer then took off into the shadows*

As The Pursuer darts off into the shadows, the smoke bomb lands at the foot of the steps to the porch, where The Leader stands and chuckles as the smoke fails to go off.*

The Leader:Now, that's just plain unfair! Oh, Pursuer, infamous Pursuer, come out of your hiding spot, because otherwise, we'll pull you out by the strands of your hair. Remember, I'm in the air, I'm in the grass, I'm everywhere!
You say it's against god's will, there is no god! We're alone in this world, and the people you work for, the people that control you, they believe they are the gods of this world!
This world craves men like me, this world needs men like me! You don't know me, but I know myself! I want to bring the change, unite the masses and become the fist, the fist that comes down and that fist is change!
Now everyone has a secret, even someone like me. And mine is a brilliant one, they never see me coming!

You've tried to hurt my family, and that's something I don't take kindly. I'll play with you like a puppet! You'll shatter like glass when I'm through with you!
We're now past the point of return, haven't you seen it? Because I have.
No, I don't want to fight you, I want to make an example of you. After we're done with you, you'll return to your petty masters and tell them that everything is real! Tell them that I said that you can never hurt me, you hear that?! You can never hurt me! You can't even touch me! I'm unbreakable! Because I'm already broken!
You think that we're coming, no...we've been here all along...

The Pursuer: "We've been here all along..." *He steps from a shadow of a tree behind Brody with his cane drawn to his back.*
Your pathetic all you do is talk about mankind... Its selfish... Productivity has ruined the minds and souls of the corrupt, and god has a vengeful wrath... I am his weapon of truth.

*He then sidekicks Brody in the right leg causing him to fall due to his massive stature, the blade move to his neck.*

The Pursuer: Pray to God for forgiveness... *Looks to The Leader angrily* ... Where is the kid?
*Places his blade to Brody's neck* Don't make me do it...I don't have to kill to save the boy... just hand him over.

Mihoko moaned as a hand was brought to his head, "What is going on?" He murmured, looking around to see a blank room which had spiders scuttling through it, not going anywhere near him. He could hardly remember what had happened previously and where he was except for memories... thoughts... thoughts which had been imprinted in his conscience, which ruled over all the others. "Is anyone there?" He called, louder than last time as he attempted to come to his feet but his feeble body wouldn't move the slightest.

Bad choice... Bad choice... The thoughts inside his mind scream as his eyes begin to flicker before closing and the voices in his mind take over, sniggering, screaming and giggling. Your one of them now, part of the cult, the family, the brethren. One of the voice screamed, making his head pound. One of the brothers! You're a traitor to yourself! another screamed, the headache which he carried intensifying.

The most dominant voice hushed out all the others, it's tone of voice in a soft whisper which carried a gleam of authority, this is where you belong - where you have always belonged... this your home - The Leader is your father and you are his son.

Mihoko groaned before opening his eyes.

*The Leader strolls around on the porch of the House, smiling and laughing to himself.*

The Leader: And another lamb joins the flock, as is his destiny to be. His eyes have been opened and he now stands upright, just like his brothers, and his father.
Mihoko, come out here...
*The Leader beckons to Mihoko.*

Mihoko blinked, the voice echoing in his head... It was his master - the voice which would lead him from the darkness. He found the ability to come to his feet and did so, flexing his fingers as he opened to door and stood on the porch, raising his head - like a dog would do. He is your father - you are the son. The voices swirled around in is head continuously, part of the family, and part of the brethren.