Possessed By Bored Geeks Ch 09

POSSESSED BY BORED GEEKS FROM ANOTHER WORLD

Chapter 9 Rich Earthlings get bored

Somewhere on Earth

"Sloe Hans" Hans Strong Banker was not really real. Sloe Hans was an image created by his publicist. Sloe Hans was part of his branding, how he was marketed. When Hans was starting to gain some popularity as a professional football player the woman his agent hired to promote him felt 'bad boys' were attracting advertisers. Street-wise gang members from the ghetto with hearts of gold were being given the world on a silver platter. Advertisers wanted black men that were successful and edgy without actually being edgy. They should not actually do drugs, hire prostitutes, mistreat women or have a real dog in a fight. But they needed to be a little bit scary.

Hans came from an upper middle-class family. His father was an engineer, his mother a chemist. The biggest issue for him growing up was whether to be a baseball player or go for football. He played football in college. There was never a question about going to college and he earned a real degree. Engineering and a minor in Chemistry. He did well enough playing football to get signed, recruited to play after he graduated.

The publicist his agent hired did a great job with his image. A lot of things to imply he was tough without really claiming gang status or criminal connections. He ended up endorsing a lot of products. The best thing to come from it was that he got a first date with Twilight Allure Fisher. The child star. The actress. The model. The love of his life and eventually his wife.

She had wanted to meet this guy who was hunting 'grizzly bears' with a bow. The photos were impressive, the actual experience was kind of miserable. He got together with a guide in Alaska, flew to a base camp by helicopter, froze his butt off camping. Endured jokes from the squad of people helping him bring down a bear. Most of the jokes involved being black as a poor evolutionary choice in the land of snow.

It was kind of funny. The first time.

The head guide had a waif like, blue-eyed, blond-haired tween-aged daughter who tagged along. She was home schooled. The girl would walk barefoot on the frozen ground as if it was nothing. Then she would criticize his choice in footwear. The pale child could name all the elements in the periodic table she understood their properties as well. He had a minor in chemistry and had a hard time keeping up with her.

A talk show hostess named Leya interviewed him. She had photos of him with the bow in the foreground, bears in the background. A bear fishing. A bear scratching its back on a tree trunk. A bear laying out in the sun. The bears looked cute. Hans looked like a predator. The hostess probably thought he killed all of those bears. After three years of hunting, he still had not brought down a bear.

She asked him how many arrows he had to use to kill a bear.

His publicist was proud of his tough guy answer.

"I won't take the shot if I can't bring it down. My rule is one arrow per kill." He told her the simple truth.

"Aren't you afraid of the bear taking you down!" Leya challenged him.

"My primary concern is that the animal does not suffer." He told her honestly. "We are stewards of our forests. Hunting is a way to control population levels. I would rather see a deer feed a family than starve to death in a harsh winter because we allowed their population to grow out of control. A hungry bear can be forced to compete for resources with humans. This causes unnecessary heartache." Is what he said. Of course, being backed up by four men with powerful rifles and prepared to bring down a charging bruin helped. They were not authorized to hunt with their rifles in bow season, but they were allowed to protect their client.

Leya did have a photo of him standing next to a white tail doe he brought down. Her team had lifted it from his web site. They did not print the letter from the grateful homeless kitchen that he donated the processed meat to. He paid a native Indian craftsman to tan the hide with the fur on it and he used the rug in his man cave. Leya called him Bambi killer.

Although she tried to crucify him in the interview, Leya was really impressed with him off screen. Twilight ran into her at a party later that night. Leya was pretty drunk but kept talking about Hans. "I only need the one arrow to keel de bar." She slurred. Jose Cuervo was not her friend. "I don wan heem to suffer." She mimicked his voice. "Da balls on thees man! Da big black hairy balls! I wan hab is bebe!"

Twilight went out of her way to meet him. They secretly dated, then openly dated. It was a whirlwind romance and soon the world knew they were a couple. The world did not know about the secret wedding. Publicists felt openly marrying would have a negative impact on their brands and income. It was better to have the world think they were living together in sin. Especially for his tough guy image.

He met Rich Goldman at a celebrity fundraiser for homeless women and children. It was a project dear to Hans and Twilight. Hans was pumped up from winning his first Superbowl ring and was still running on adrenaline. He was escorting his sweet wife across the red carpet when Rich arrogantly cut in front of his wife.

Hans may have actually growled. The fan chasing Rich actually bumped Twilight. Hard!

Hans acted instantly without thinking slamming the jerk to the ground. "Are you alright?" he politely asked Twilight. She assured him she was, and as he escorted her past the road kill he looked down at the vermin and calmly said "Excuse me."

He was secretly thinking he was in deep shit, but until they hauled him away in handcuffs, he would act like everything was normal.

The man had the wind knocked out of him and he was stunned, but never lost consciousness. Security quickly collected him... And his handgun that held 15 rounds. And the four reload clips with 15 rounds each.

He never lost consciousness and once he got his breath back, he began to explain he was here to kill Rich Goldman. He felt the billionaire had personally picked his pocket to acquire all that wealth. His online journal showed he was planning to take out all of Rich's friends as well. 15 round clips, 5 clips, 75 potential victims. He was looney tunes.

Rich Goldman was unaware of what was happening around him. His PA sent him a clip of his near-death experience as he sat at the banquet table. He had bowed his head in a prayerful attitude and folded his hands over his smartphone before opening the message. He was incredibly impressed with Hans cool treatment of the would-be assassin. He also felt bad that his notoriety brought others into danger.

"I am very sorry about what happened up front." He apologized to Banker.

The football player thought the billionaire was talking about cutting in line in front of his date. Hans had been quite upset with Rich, but the apology went a long way toward mending fences. He decided to let bygones be bygones. "It's fine, it is important we all respect each other." And now Rich was his biggest fan.

Rich made it his personal project to make Hans and Twilight members of the Billionaires club. Before long Hans was making more from his portfolio than he was from playing football and endorsing products. When Twilight started pressuring him to get out before he got badly screwed up, he retired. He had two Super-bowl rings and some hardcore fans. His wife was grooming him to be her costar on the big screen.

It had been a few years since he met Rich. The first movie still needed a few scenes that did not involve Hans and his wife, then the long process of editing could begin. The couple felt like they were on hold. Their people were trying to keep them in the public eye while avoiding controversy. They were not even allowed to talk about the unnamed movie yet.

Hans reflected on how much his life improved after he met Twilight. "No pain no gain" had been his personal moto before his wife. Now "Take time to smell the roses" and "the goal is not the grave" were on his list. One moto was not enough for the rich complicated life he was living. His wife got pleasure from pampering him. She encouraged him to pamper himself.

Spa days with her were great. Up until she introduced him to couples therapy, he thought all massages were painful. Now he had a treatment plan to keep his skin soft and young looking. She introduced him to makeup, most of it was very subtle, keeping him from being washed out under bright lighting. Glossing over skin imperfections.

He also liked dressing up for acting. He really was a poor actor, but his wife could transform him with makeup and costumes and intense focused coaching. The idea of being something else was enticing. He was not a legit actor, he was just posing as an actor. Hans felt like she made him part of the scenery. That he fit next to her on the screen because she made him part of the shot. His reward was great sex with the sexiest woman on Earth.

His role in life was to be the hard image with the core of goodness his publicists invented. He could only relax behind closed doors with his wife. The world could never know his other side. When it came right down to it, he did not know himself either but the only one he could try different looks around was his wife. The only one he could try to find himself around was his lover. The only one encouraging him to change and explore was his soulmate.

Fantasy world sounded like a place over the rainbow or down the rabbit hole where anything was possible. It sounded like somewhere he would like to visit with Twilight.