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"Big Manny" Manuel Lowitz had seen better days. The 40 something empath had used his modest, low key power to manipulate men and women to star in his b-movies and softcore flicks for 20 something years. He lived in the cheaper but still prestigious part of Hollywood. He had powerful friends in the movie biz. He threw the parties every B-actor attended. And they all ate out of his palm not knowing what he was doing to them. And now, Big Manny sat staring into the glowing eyes of a man he only just met. They sat in his living room, eye to eye. Around them, men and women wear tearing each other apart in fear. His body guard lay in a puddle of his own blood, having shot himself. Manny had no idea what the being wanted with him. But he had the cold realization that it was this person that had orchestrated the hellish few days Manny had been experiencing. He was the cause of the movements at the edge of his visions, the voices at night. The prostitute who had killed herself infront of Manny. 

Manny had gone under the radar for a long time. Nobody realized he was a empath. It was the beauty of his gift, he simply nudged feelings this way or that way. But unbeknownst to him, a predetor lurked the psychic community of Los Angeles. Parasite roamed the streets of the Californian metropolis, and the empaths brain waves had caught his attention. Now, while Manny wasn't what you called "powerful" empaths were Parasite favorite. Empaths were all about emotion and Parasite fed of fear and anxiety above all else. It was a simple manner to piece by piece eat the empaths mind in such a manner that his powers projected his pain and panic onto his surroundings. Hence why everyone around them was busy killing each other. The Parasites own aura was working in tandem with Mannys fear projection. 

Sample F 221 aka Parasite, was smiling. At least Manny thought it was a smile. There was a void behind that smile, like he was staring at the facsimile of a smile, a empty gesture by a thing that wasn't even there. His body screamed for him to look anywhere else, to tear away from those deep pits Parasite called his eyes. It was of course, no use to resist. In those eyes Manny saw secrets no man should ever face. He saw the death of his friend. It replayed in his mind in a psychic loop. He relived the feeling of putting a bullet in his own temple again and again. Mannys friend and bodyguard had shot himself rather then to face what Parasite was showing him. And parasite had happily savored that feeling of despair just as death took the tall african man, and fed it Manny over and over again. His mind was being picked away at, eaten with with every fear inducing, maddening shock to the system
 
Trough Manny, Parasite had made people kill themselves in droves. First the hooker he picked up for a quickie, suddenly bashing her face against the window trying to escape the sorrow and disgust Manny was projecting. Then, he had made it so that Mannys poker buddies had shot each others in a fit of panic and paranoia. He made Manny marinate in his own fear. made him a humming nuke of negative energy and psychic bad vibes. He released that nuke upon the party Manny was hosting. Watching as he broke down admist a massive brawl to the death between C-list celebrities, porn stars and hangers on.

 And now it was time to eat. He relished in the screams of unimaginable torment, beyond anything physical punishment could ever inflict on a man. He made sure Manny was alive during the final moment, made sure he felt as his psyche was pulled apart like a juicy steak. The very fabric of his sanity torn apart piece by piece by unseen fingers. By the time he was done, Manny was a drooling, lobotomized corpse.

"Thank you Manny... That was delightful" Parasite spoke as he got up to leave. Around him the dead lay sprawled across eachother, fingers torn to bloody stumps as they tried to tear into one another.  He tossed a corpse aside with a flick of his wrist and a errant thought. As he moved out into the night, he strolled away into darkness just as the police arrived. The massacre would be on the front page of every national newspaper by the morning.