Hector
Influence comes from everywhere, everyone. Shattered into an infinite fragmentation, to the degree that with infinite monkeys and infinite time you still couldn’t get the pieces counted, it remains unhindered.
Hector wasn’t the greatest superhero that would ever exist. He possessed indescribable qualities that somehow, to his greatest of shocks, nobody noticed, not even himself. His mother, the woman closest to his heart and even closer to his life (like all real mothers are) failed to notice these qualities. Sure, she didn’t doubt her son’s ability to achieve just about anything conceivable, but it was always the inconceivable that tripped her up, and then in turn, Hector.
Aged fewer years than he could remember, Hector would often wonder how his life would be lived. His pale skinned skull had no real dream but possessed a mildly educated mind, interesting if slightly irritated intelligence with no direction. Hector also had 2 heart chambers untouched by the sort of love that can break, so unbroken it would stay.
On the day he found direction and discovered what he wanted to do with his life, Hector found himself in the unenviable position of being knifed in the neck. He wasn’t sure how it happened, but apparently according to the 2 paragraphs afforded to his life in the national red tops he was attacked, unprovoked.
The youth whose knife it was, driven into Hectors neck, the falling force of which shattered Hectors skull on the pavement as his body, limp, collapsed, was found guilty. The crime of manslaughter felt like bleach in the eye to Hectors poor mother. Murder surely she thought; bring back the death penalty she cried, 2 years the judge declared.
Hector was surprised by the red tops, the 2 paragraphs he had earned with 22 years of life were dwarfed by the 20,000 pounds his attacker was given for his side of the story. His attacker appeared everywhere, a real celebrity now, a star of Heat and oft seen appearing in DNA scandals on Jeremy Kyle. All but Hector’s poor helpless mother forgot Hector.
