Chris: I came from a family of witches 1
It was my family's genetics, a witches curse, a distant relative into some arcane things blessing....none of my family knows. Here's what we do know but rarely talk about. About once a generation some one in the immediate or extended family will "inherit," shall we say....abilities. Powers. It comes with the onset of puberty, and most of the "gifted" ones had to be put down before to long.....the gift abused, driven mad with power and lust, or maybe the villagers just pitchforked their dumb asses for being to obvious.
My grandmother had whispered in my ear ever since I could remember, that she was certain I would be the chosen one of this generation. She just had a way of knowing things that some old ladies just know, be it intuition, or experience, or both. I never knew what she was talking about, until my 14th year of life on this earth. I was starting my freshman year....and boy, with my undersized stature, and oversized physiche, should make for the longest 4 years of my life thus far. I was right in that aspect....oh so wrong in many others. It started in class, math class, one day while I was daydreaming of the two football cheerleaders in the front of the class. But they are another story, haha.
I had noticed hair sprouting in odd places...and any place seemed odd, since I had never sprouted hair before, anywhere other than my head. I had been having wet dreams for a couple of years...oh yeah, and the slight voice change that comes with the transition into manhood. I had seen an odd tiny little ball of light slowly floating around the room. I was very careful to watch this phenomena without giving away that I was staring at a ball of light. I wasn't sure my classmates had noticed yet. As a minute passed by I started concentrating on it, rather than fascinate on it. To my utter surprise and disbelief, the ball of light seemed to move in the direction I wanted it to. When that thought had ended, I got a little nervous, and the light winked out of existence. I saw it several more times that day, and thought complete madness shall be upon me soon, maybe I should just go with it.
I got home that afternoon and walked over to my grandma's house a short 15 minutes away, by car that is. When I arrived my grandma noticed the change in my expressions, my demeanor, and she could sense something was amiss, even if she didn't know all the whats....yet! Come sit, she told me, start talking, while I get you a snack and a beverage. I started in a rush , at the end sometimes, but eventually came back around full circle to the beginning of my adventures with the essence of light I kept witnessing throughout the day. When I had run out of breath, the silence that ensued, almost frightened me into leaving and never bringing it up again. Finally, she smiled. An ear to ear grin that I had not seen since my last grandpa died.
I told you all along young one, that you would be the one, and I've already figured out what your blessing and curse is to become....mind control. The ability to implant thoughts, words, or actions into the minds of ....well, just about everyone on the planet. Could lead you to an early demise...or a long and exciting life, the decisions and lessons are yours to hone from here on out, Good luck and I love you, she told me, as she followed me to the edge of her driveway, beamed at me with pride, and I saw a clarity in her eyes that I hadn't seen that focused in a long time.
Um Holy Shit, did she just say I had the ability to "be" the puppet master, to control what others do, at the power of my suggestion. That's going to be a shame, because I've never forgotten, or forgiven, some of the pukes that have tortured me from Kindergarten up until now, freshman year.
I spent the next week launching my personal ball of brilliant special effects from my head, and into the head of others. I hadn't tried much in the way of getting people to do whatever I say....I guess I was taking baby steps with my fledgling power. By Friday afternoon, I was going to give it a true test run.
The last class of the day had been Algebra, and it wasn't my strongest subject to say the least. Plus, the teacher, Mrs Snowden, had popped a quiz on us at the beginning of class. Mrs. Snowden had just recently gotten married. All the boys in class knew, that if given the chance, they too would bend her sweet assets over. At 5' 2", 120 lbs,, Aqua blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, and a sassy little attitude to go with her 300 pound linebacker of a hubby.
After the bell rang, I hung around until everyone had shuffled out of the room, heading off to enjoy and rage on the weekend. Sara Snowden was looking down, grading our pop quizzes, and hadn't even noticed she wasn't alone. I watched her work for a minute while I formulated a plan of action. I had never done this before(yet), and hoped I didn't fall flat on my face and embarrass myself so bad it would follow me the rest of my high school life. I
I had made it almost to her desk before she noticed, looked up, looked annoyed, then looked down and kept scanning and checking wrong answers off everyone's tests.
"May I help you with something Chris? It isn't polite to just stand and stare...why aren't you going home now like the rest of the good kids?" asked Mrs. Snowden.
"I was wondering if I could do anything for extra credit, I'm failing out of this class already and some of these equations are just going beyond me, as of so far?" I inquired.