Untitled Biography Draft Summary (Locked away in a solid block of steel)
My name's Cassius Potts, most people call me Cass or Potts. I may not look like much, but I'm Leonardo Maxwell's right hand man. I've been with him from the start, many of his best ideas come from me. This is the summary of a novel draft I wrote of his biography. It'll make me rich and him richer. I should refer to him as "You", since he's the only one I'll be showing this summary, but it's my summary so let's get this started!
The earliest I was ever told Leonardo Maxwell remembers is being five years old in an orphanage. Then like in that movie Annie, Alexander and Marie Maxwell adopt him and raise him with etiquette and silver spoons and I suspect a minimal amount of drugs. Now before I met him, he was a pretty spoiled rotten brat, kicking butler shins at an eighth grade level by the time he was ten. But it wasn't all sunshine and candy, his parents were hardasses, preparing him for the business running life, making him work for stuff randomly, like "Hey, kid, you could stop being rich at any time, so go work now". Crazy parents, give me a disgraced mob dad any day.
So then high school came, swanky rich boy high school, hey, that's where I come in! No, I'm not rich, but before that whole disgraced mob dad thing happened, I was livin' large, selling pot to the socialite kids, y'know, teenaged stuff… and sometimes now stuff. But that's how I met him. Tried to sell pot to him, but he's all "You'll never get anywhere being a delinquent", and just walked away. Pretty weird guy, eh? So I started following him around. He'd pay for my food, let me come over his house, but he didn't talk much, mostly kept to himself. Never knew why he let me hang around so much, he was pretty superficial and all smiles with most of his other friends.
But suddenly! These guys were gonna kick my shit in for selling catnip. Who knew it didn't work on people? Smells the same to me. Oh yeah, did I mention I'd known him for a few years now? He was around seventeen, I was sixteen. But anyway, here he comes, stepping in front of me and the guys. He tries to buy them off, but they're not having it, they're the "We'll do whatever we want 'cause we have money" types. Well, Leo's kind've like that too, but you get my drift. So here come the metal pipes in the middle of an alley in a pretty quiet neighborhood, so I'm sure everyone who heard just thought we were playing baseball.
We're both freaking out because we're about to get knocked in the head, then the pipes melt! I mean these things just melt in their hands, like that Village People robot from Terminator. I didn't know what was going on, but then I get freaked out and suddenly I can feel the metal, so I knock these guys into the walls. That was maybe the first time I'd ever saw him with, well, a smile, a wide smile. I don't know if he'd ever done this before, but he looked at me, he knew I did something, it was intense. For safety purposes, I'm not gonna write what happens next, but like a lot of people in this book, well, those guys aren't around anymore. I was surprised a guy like that would get his hands dirty with me.
We talked a bit more after that, he always said stuff like "You're above petty theft" and "If there are more people like us, we could be kings, though we would be kings among lesser apes". He had some pretty good ideas, I was down with taking the world, so I went along for the ride! Why not? So the end of school came for him, and I had to spend a whole year by myself, but I still saw the guy while he was in his Big Business School (TM). But me? I spent the year always hearing about my dad having trouble with the mob, I guess he was a bodyguard or something. By the time I graduated, he was a cripple and we weren't what you'd call well-off anymore.
I don't know why, but while Leonardo was in school he insisted I chose what I wanna do and he'd buy my way in. Hello psychology major! Useful for chicks, grifting, and talking my way out of a headshot when drug negotiations go bad. So here we are, in college, doing college stuff. Well I did college stuff, he just sat around studying and talking to those old men from his father's company. Me? Keggers and funnels and the first and last time I'd ever try acid. Somehow I graduated.
So after college he hires me to work for him while he's working for his father, I'm his bodyguard. Can you believe that? I couldn't either. He was pretty pissed at the end of most days, going on about how we're totally gonna be the princes of the universe, or maybe it was kings of the world. Well I still agreed, if we can fuck someone's shit up five ways from Sunday, I didn't see why we couldn't just go out and do that, but he's the boss.
So a few years later, Manhattan just fucking explodes! All my stuff was there, but he was happy about it, he's all "Now's my chance". So he starts running this whole slander campaign on his father, but he's like, doing it in secret, y'know? Stock gets fucked up the ass and he just starts buying it all up! So, you remember those two guys I told you about? Well that story's a lot like the one where our abilities developed. The guys disappeared, and trust me, ain't no one gonna find those guys. So here's Leo, president of the whole damned real estate or hotel or whatever company, pissed his father right off and had him carried out of the room by security, then he starts doing complicated business stuff and brings the company back up with like millions of bucks!
I was rolling in the high life, I still am! He's all caught up with his business and taking over the world (He should really just give /me/ the money and I'll just start blowing shit up and do his job a lot faster), and has me making sacrifices. I had to register, he makes me pretend I'm the one using my ability when he uses his, so everyone thinks he's a human and I'm the freak. That's alright with me, it means he needs me, and that's an advantage! One day I'm sure he'll realize I can take over the world a lot faster than he can, but for now I'll just enjoy the money and the shadowy deals and looking at the weird science labs he owns with scientists doing science.
Leonardo is sitting in a chair, staring at the biography draft summary while Cassius stands hopefully in front of the desk. He looks up from the papers, staring directly into Cass' eyes, then deadpans, "Next time, please leave less legal implications and promises of betrayal in the book, it greatly lowers the urge to murder you." A large red rejected is stamped on the paper, and it's promptly tossed into a doorless metallic vault and sealed shut. "Please, go do… something. And stop writing books, that's an order."
Yup, Leo's strict, but hey, he hasn't killed me yet, he needs me. The next biography needs more drugs and keggers…
