Bookworm

There are few villains nor heroes like the character I am about to describe to you. In fact, I would say he is neither a hero nor villain more like a gray ghost who works with books. I only got to meet him after hearing about him and his adventures from a person that worked for a quote villain. The person who told me about him worked for a corporate CEO who liked myths and the challenges surrounding them. Meaning he spent a lot of money from his company that his father had built trying to find magical items.

That short introduction brings in the character that I wanted to meet. That person was named Bookworm. He was from all accounts a past analyst for a military corporation turned into some sort of super-human memory box, with some physical strength thrown in.

The beginning story was how a normal guy had gone to a secret school that built super men and women via training courses in specific fields. The school gave wild training in particularly martial arts, shooting, swimming, breathing, memory lessons, and other courses that actually worked to strengthen the person. The person named now Bookworm had been a security guard for a magician or wizard if that term applies to people dabbling in the magical arts.

The back story more on Bookworm was he had taken a vacation from his job for the training classes. His employer was mad at him and fired him while he was on vacation. The reason had something to do with him overstepping his boundaries and asking too many auditing questions. Anyway, the future Bookworm had to succeed well in the training and had been offered several different positions, even a position with his old company. Instead of the good-guy routine, he had decided to be grayer and turned to protecting a person or property was the description of the work.

His first and only guard duty job lasted two weeks. During that time, he made his reputation as a cold killer, and a person that will do whatever it takes to get the job done.

Briefly, he protected a library of books from a heroine. And unlike heroes or villains killed the intruder trying to steal a book.

That was the beginning of the legend of the Bookworm. After that event, he had been quickly promoted and went on to be one of the few people that crossed lines to do business with really bad guys, to heroes taking on the world of literature as his own domain.

My getting involved with the Bookworm was semi-professional. I had by accident purchased on of those magical books at a second-hand bookstore in the middle of nowhere Montana. By accident, I had a first draft edition of Ron Hubbard's future book about magic about and from a guy named Aleister Crowley.

The book was in an old box labeled Odds Books of Helena, Montana's library donations. That is the beginning of my tale.