Evil

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Have you ever seen someone and just knew that they were up to no good? Something about them just set off all your alarms. No matter what they did or say you just could not get past that initial reaction to stay far far away. Well, that's me. When I was born my mother took one look at me and instead of seeing the love of her life she screamed I wasn't hers and wouldn't hold me. For 2 months they tried to get my mother to acknowledge me. When she finally just left the hospital they put me in an orphanage. Or that's the rumors I've been told.

In school none of the kids liked me. Not even the other orphans. I was just too ... well dark. My eyes, they said, were too black and my hair was long laying on my back and was a perfect midnight black. My skin was a caramel complexion, but since the orphanage didn't usually have a lot of colorful clothing for kids i usually wore black shirts and black jeans or a dark blue jeans. It didn't matter, I still looked Goth even without the makeup, attitude, or attire.

All through school, elementary, middle school, and high school, I did not have one friend. Some people tried and I would warm up to them and do everything to be pleasing, but it never worked. By the time 7th grade came I didn't care. I was called Bruja a lot or witch. They though they were clever for calling me in spanish so they couldn't get in trouble. Some of the denser teachers thought it was a nick name and I had to scream at one teacher that Bruja was not my name and to never call me that. He got it then.

Now I'm 21, legally able to drink and I think the real reason I had no friends was because ... I had powers. See at first I thought everyone could do it. When I lazily moved my hand and a cup floated into my hand one of the snotty girls of the orphanage, Lindsay saw it. She tried to tell the nuns, but they locked her away for at first telling lies than being crazy. I made no one saw me do it since. I've been tempted to show a few people, but always held back. I learned through movies they'll do experiments on me or worse.

I sat down at the bar, a little place far out in the middle of nowhere, some hick dump. I was sipping on a beer and didn't know why I was thinking of this shit. Maybe my mother knew. Maybe I am Bruja. Maybe I am evil. Maybe.

"Hey, brown sugar. I neva had me a taste of that before. How about you and I dance?"

I glance over to my right to see this disgusting pale, stringy haired, gap tooth, drunk looking at me. I turn back to my drink and take a swig.

"Ya hear me girl? I said I wants to dance!"

He touches my arm and I pause going very very still. Everyone seems to be waiting to see what I would do. I slowly turn my head towards him and in his drunken state he doesn't reel back from my eyes like most people. The black irises almost completely taking over my eyes. I see better at night incidentally.

"Okay."

I slowly raise my left hand into the air. Everyone watches it. I can feel all eyes on me. I snap and the lights go out but there's a small flame hovering in the middle of the air where my fingers were. "Let's." I make sure all the doors and windows are locked in the place. "Dance."

I hurl the first fireball at the man to my right. He lights up and starts screaming. Everyone is confused, but they go to put him out. He's enough light that I can see everyone. The bartender goes up in flames next and so does the next person I look at. It takes a few moments, but everyone realizes that I'm the one doing this.

Is it me or do all hicks have guns? Some reach under tables and some into back pockets. They pull the trigger. I heat up the bullets and they melt before coming to me. I heat up the guns and they all drop their weapons. "Don't you wanna dance?" I see the fear in their eyes. I see them backing away. Women screaming trying to climb over themselves to get out. There's a small group at the door trying to pry it open. They each go up into a huge ball.

The smell of burnt flesh is strong, but to me it smells almost like a good barbeque. I make sure I don't miss a soul. Not the women screaming they got 5 brats at home. Or the men pleading saying they hadn't done nothing. I don't care. They all die. I walk to the door that was 'locked' before and blast it open. I use enough water to make sure I don't get burned myself. People are crawling out the now open door pleading for help. Sirens are in the distance. I calmly keep walking towards the city in the distance.

The people screaming most saying 'Why, oh why?' I smile. I know the answer. Because I'm evil.

(From this point on story will be in 3rd person form)

Thorn Jameson had a fairly normal childhood. Mother, Father, two younger siblings. Never an outcast, never supremly popular. Just a quiet, average child. Til he was thirteen. Then no matter how much he ate, he was always hungry. He started losing weight. His parents got worried, bringing him to the hospital and various doctors. After a while he started to notice he wasn't so weak and hungry after these visits.

Then one day he was nearby when two friends shared their first kiss. They radiated pure, unadulterated happiness. For the first time in months he didn't feel like he was starving. He wasn't full either, but he was ok. Every time he saw the new couple after that he felt better and better. He started hanging out with them more and more. He isn't stupid. He soon figured out there is something there he is feeding on. He slowly, subtly, starts driving them apart to see what happens. As their ardor cools, so does his ...apparently, feeding. He wonders if it works the opposite end too. Soon he has them actively hating each other. He finally feels full.

At first he tries to explain to his Mom. Right when it's all lovey dovey. She just tells him he has an overactive imagination. He never tries again. After his discovery he tries to generate these emotions, fabricate them. He starts to interact with everyone he can. No one knows why but all agree. This is one polarizing kid. You love him or you hate him.

A year or two later he found out his other abilities. Three of the haters decided to teach him a lesson. While steeling himself Thorn tried to think of the biggest, nastiest thing he could. The kids ran screaming about a monster.

The next day he tried it again. This time he tried something beautiful. A few girls about 6 years of age came up and started petting the unicorn that didn't exist. So Thorn found out he could amplify his ability to feed, as well as protect himself. And later, more easily seduce women. They served him several years til one night...

He is in the right place at the right time. Evil incarnate walks in. She is a walking buffet. Lust, fear, apprehension, all the tastiest of emotions. Then all hell breaks loose. She gets pissed. Soon as immolations start happening he goes invisible, creating the illusion of nothing there. At that point he learns of the almost orgasmic taste of death. He can only sit there in shock as he feeds and feeds. He feels stronger than ever. Unfortunately he sits there a bit too long. He follows her out, the flames licking all over him, the building collapsing almost immediately. Surprise of surprises the flames don't hurt. He has been burned before. Therefore logic states...-SHE- can't hurt him. Not directly with magic at least. At that point Thorn decides to follow her.

3 weeks later Kyra is sitting in a warehouse. She has a place to live, but this place is filled with homeless people, squatters, or kids just being annoying to wanting to fuck. She's on a beam looking down at people just resting; feeling like she's a part of a group. She feels something hit her shoulder and she looks over to see 3 teenage kids. One jumps back surprise.

"Geez, I thought you were a statue or something."

Kyra waits to hear his apology. He doesn't. She narrows her eyes and turns away, but she can hear them.

"Did you see her eyes? Freaky." "I know that so weird." "How the hell did she get up there?"

They keep talking about her and she's getting more and more angry. Finally she slowly turns back which they don't notice. She moves and they all look up at her. She drops her weight from the beam hanging by her hands and lets go. She bends her knees to absorb the shock.

"Holy Shit," they say in unison.

She walks up to them and they are each at least a foot taller than her. All must be at least 6'5 or more. This doesn't scare her, but this makes each of the guys more confident.

"You're pretty cute." The guys look at eachother and each comes to the same conclusion letting Kyra know they've done this before.

"N-no," Kyra says in a pretty pathetic acting scared voice. She dodges one boy and runs down the hall and into a room stupidly leaving the door open. The boys follow. They barely see her as she goes down a flight of steps, around corners, but they don't stop the pursuit. Soon they are in the basement where a pool was. This warehouse was probably an old YMCA or something.

Kyra stands in the middle of the pool looking like she was trying to hide in a corner from the guys. They laugh and each walks down from the shallow end towards her. Kyra slowly smiles. The first guy suddenly stops and makes the universal sign for choking. His skin turns blue and he looks ... bloated.

"Dude what's happening?"

"I think your friend can't swim," Kyra says.

The guys don't get it and they go to him but he's already rolling down the steep enbankment towards Kyra. One of the guys runs to the guy on the ground. The other is looking at Kyra and for some reason he attacks her. She stops him with a simple lifting of her hand. He floats up into the air. It's draining to have such a huge guy but this was going to be most satisfying. She looks up and there's one of those huge industrial sized fans. Probably a way to regulate air, except the outer protection is gone. She turns it on making it go faster than it was probably meant to do.

She raises her hand the guy rises towards that fan. He screaming and hollering and his friend can't help. Kyra watches as he gets higher and higher. He raises a hand to stop himself and it gets chopped off. His screams are loud. Blood is everywhere. Landing on everything. She continues rising him higher and higher. Another arm is torn from it's limb, his forearm is ripped off and dangling from skin. His hair is blowing in the breeze before the top of his skull is splintered and ripped off. The screams are deafening, frightful, but Kyra doesn't stop.

The drowned boy, the other guy, and Kyra are wholly covered in blood. And still she doesn't stop. The screams have stopped, there's no head. But she keeps going until there is nothing left, but blood and gore. Twice she had to sharpen the blades so they'll do what she wants.

She slowly walks to the remaining live guy. He's shaking so bad she's afraid he's going to break his own bones. She smiles and the guy looks at her and already Kyra knows he is not there. Perhaps he was the 'weakest' of the group, perhaps he was with the other two to fit in. The brutal deaths of his friends has snapped his mind. He opens his mouth and screams and screams and screams.

Satisfied Kyra walks away.

Thorn watches from the door while Kyira does her thing. He is always fascinated at how creative she is. Plus he has never tasted insanity before. Unfortunately he gets a bit too absorbed in it. She walks right into him. He holds the illusion, barely, as he scrambles up and away, about 20 yards down the well lit hallway.

What the hell? She is staring right at him. How can that be? He conjures another illusion, sending it running straight at her, a grotesqu reptile twice her size, acid spit dripping from it's fangs. He waits, seeing how she will react. He doesn't make it appear from thin air though. Then she'd be less likely to believe. He makes it crawl up through the floor, cracking and shattering concrete. Even three weeks ago he couldnt keep two illusions of such complexity running at the same time. She has fed him so much though!

He has been following her for weeks now. He has plenty of money. His parents and siblings died in a crash years ago. Before they went though they got large life insurance policies, and invested heavily in apple before it's stock skyrocketed. On a hunch his dad always said.

He is sure she has seen him in the background a few times. When the killing starts he is always gone though, at least from her view. Each time he experiences something new it seems, gains more and more. It is almost sexual. He ends up with an erection every time. Too bad if he brings himself to her attention the grand feast will probably be over. He really hopes his momentary lapse hasn't destroyed a good thing.

Kyra stops and stares. She had just bumped into an invisible wall. She gently lifts her hand and feels nothing. She knows something is there. She knows it. She just didn't bump into nothing; thin air. She pauses for a bit when the ground seems to crumble and some sort of monster climbs through the ground. Kyra tilts her head slowly. She can feel the adrenaline rushing through her, but only a little. She feels invincible.

She throws a fireball at it, but the thing seems to shake it off. Kyra feels her blood pump a little more. She smiles as it gets closer and closer and she lifts her hand and sends everything, the whimpering little spazz in the corner now screaming more bloody murder, the dead blue kid, blood and bit, into the air. Except the thing lifts slightly and then doesnt. She lifts everything even higher trying to get that creature in the air when it dissapates. It just disappears.

"What the hell?" Someone is fucking with her. She starts to move everything towards the huge fan her inentions clear when she stops. "Whomever is here, but I can't see. Show yourself or everything dies."

A voice whispers in Kyra's ears. "That won't work." The voice laughs at her. "You're one crazy evil bitch. I like it. You'll never find me this way though. The taste of your confidence is sweet, light, like a whipped topping on my tongue. You've woken a craving in me though. Lets Dance!"

"My little monster was an illusion, a distraction. and you bought it. Look behind you. Then run. Run for your life. Feed me your fear and hate as you did these three, as you did all those people you killed three weeks ago. Thank you for the taste of death, of madness. Now you shall see true power. Perhaps you'll even join them. Your little fireballs and levitation will do nothing against this storm. FEED ME!"

Thorn conjures a tornado, making it it appear to rip down through the floors above, take control of everything in the hallway, including what she is controlling and makes it seem to rush straight for her. If she is as cold, as confident, as she was against the lizard she will probably notice her power is still active, not increasing the strain, everything sitting where she's sending it.

Except him of course. He blends the sounds, sights, feelings perfectly. It is his best illusion yet. She should be able to feel the wind picking at her clothes. "Run little one run!" Hes starting to have fun now. She has no idea where he is, she apparently can't hurt him, and feeding from her feels so good. He really doubts she will resist. All her senses are telling her this is real. He won't be able to keep the illusion up long though. It's a massive drain right now.

Kyra jumps at the voice so close to her. She's confused and doesn't know why she can't lift this person up like the others. She hears the words and instead of making her more nervous or scared they make her smile. She is one crazy evil bitch. She shrugs and with the big industrial fan she kills everything else.

The boy who had lost his freaking mind and his throat to hoarse to scream only whimpers as the blade bites into his flesh. For a moment she thinks she hears him sigh as he dies. Perhaps now he's at peace. The drowned boy his death is gooier, more watery, with all that extra water in him. It coats like another extra layer of paint. "I told you to come our or they all die." One thing Kyra is is a woman of her word.

Even if that means pretty much draining herself. She pushes with the last of her strenght past the wind that's whipping her clothes and face. She pushes up and the last person is sent up into those blades and she falls to her hands and knees panting. She can't stop the wind or her hair from smacking her so hard in the face it hurts. She's trying to suck in hair, but the tornado seems to steal it. She's scared now, not from the tornado, but from pushing herself so far. She's never done this before.

She closes her eyes and concentrates on breathing in and out. She can feel herself going to past out. Feel ... nothing. She takes deep breaths. She opens her eyes and all the wind, air, debris comes back and she feels like she's going to be picked up thrown across the room. She closes her eyes concentrate and nothing.

Feeling more confident she gets to her feet, with her eyes still close, still concentrating. She could hear the tornado trying to threaten her senses. Her body wants to believe it, but she won't let it. She keeps her senses hone on her. Breath in. Breathe out. She slowly smiles. "Okay little one let's dance."

She bars all the doors and windows making sure they won't open. She looks for the water pipe and finds it turning it on, breaking it. Water starts gushing into the pool. Dark dirty nasty water with things floating in it. Kyra walks up the enbankment as the water seems to flow around her. She levitates herself to one of the beams on the ceiling and watches the water rise. This isn't her magic this is the real water and she's going to flood the whole damn room.

Thorn lets the illusion drop and runs soon as the door slams shut and he hears rushing water. She was stupid and locked herself in a basement with no way out. Unless theres a small wind or something. Or she can blast through the floor above. He doesn't want to find out. Had he got trapped in that room...He'd have been at the mercy of someone who has none.

He knows he shouldnt but can't resist. He projects his voice into the room from the floor above, amplifying it to make sure she hears over the rushing water. "Missed me mised me now ya gotta kiss me!" He then keeps sprinting up and out. He needs to feed. That tornado...It seemed to actually stagger her! Even though nothing moved in the room. She seemed to really feel it. His power is growing. His illusions are stronger. Maybe someday they will not be just illusion? Or illusion that can really mess you up? Not just cause you fear or trick you into a natural death?

Kyra is annoyed but she doesn't stop. She floods the room all the way up to the highest beam and then stops. She stares at the few other beams guessing that the invisible, has to be man from the voice, is up there with her. "Fine. Don't show yourself. I don't care anymore."

She releases all the doors and windows and the water rushes out. Some through the small windows but most through the two main doors at the front and back of the room. She slowly lets herself down her boots sticking to something muddy and yucky. "Though I wonder how you'll get down." She smiles at nothing thinking she's smiling at something and walks out of the room.

If that thing is following her she's going to be beyond pissed. It's an invasion of privacy and she just doesn't like it. Besides being very annoyed she'll make sure to kill him, it, just because.

Thorn stops, waiting outside. The invisibility spell is easy, requiring little power or concentration. As is the voice throwing spell. Once again he is right in her ear. "Now why did you do that? We could have been friendly and pleasant but you get all mad and try to kill me instead. I like the darkness, the evil. I'm hungry and you feed me so richly. I might even be able to help you. If you'd like to explore the idea, come to the Seventh Heaven club on 5th and main. Ask the bartender for North. He'll direct you to the right booth. Til then, adios mi amor." He gives the illusion of a smack on her ass before fading away.

Kyra stiffens at that voice. She turns quickly but there's nothing there. She wants to grab the throat of the man and squeeze and squeeze and .. you get the point. She contniues walking ignoring the voice, but the slap on the ass she can't ignore. Oh she'll be there and she'll make sure to make his head explode. So much pressure like a pimple and Pop! The thought makes her happy as she makes her way out of the building through the back as the police go in through the front.

Dressed in a short skirt, with knee high black boots, a shirt that is also black and has a deep V cut. The sleeves long and billows out past her fingers. She looks like she's here to have a good time as she threads her way to the bar, ignoring some men who try to get her to do an impromptu dance with them. She waits and the bartender comes ot her finally. 'What's your poison?"

"Hopefully the tastiest one, but I'm looking for North." He looks her up and down for a moment before pointing up the stairs and to the booth the 2nd on the left. "Thank you."

Finally. You're so dead. I cannot wait to see you. I'm gonna kill you in front of all these people. She climbs the stairs. I'm going to make your little head explode. Brain matter everywhere. She turns the corner. She's so excited. She stops and stares at the guy. Not only is he cute as hell, but he looks like a kid. She blinks twice. "Fucking bullsht. This is a mistake. I asked for FUCKING NORTH!" She screams down the railing at the bartender trying to be heard over the music.

"I am North. Or as close as you're getting to me. This is an extremely good illusion. I could let you you wring it's neck if you want. Or something to drain your fury. So dont yell at the barkeep. My growth was stunted as a child. As a result I appear younger. But I am 19. I can hear you through microphones I set up earlier. Don't ask how either. I'm, very cautious. I think we can help each other."

Kyra turns at the voice. She shakes her head, but that voice. That voice. She sits down and the untouched beer looks good. Though how the 19 year old got beer she didn't know. She grasps it and then puts it down. Could be poisoned. Okay hear him out. Than politely tell him to kiss your black ass. "I'm calm. What the fuck do you want?"

"The cup is lifted with nothing there briefly, tips and slowly drains it. Before she can react he's gone again. The drink is still mostly full. I'm like you. I'm different obviously. Mental manipulation, immunity to anything you do it seems, and ...I'm an emotional vampire . I eat emotion. I can eat normal food but its about as nutricious as a candy bar. Any strong emotion though. You've shown me a feast a few times now. First the bar in the middle of nowhere. I was there. That was my first taste of deathly fear. Extraordinary anguish. Then...death. I almost came in my pants. Helps youre hot too."

"But, the point is since I've followed you I've gotten -way- stronger. Especially after that club slaughtering a week ago. Being around you is like being plugged into a power station.. I could skulk and be a carrion but we might have more issues like last night. I'd rather not when we can work symbiotically. I provide the disguises, and a lot of the fun element.
You do the hard stuff. You get more of the fun element though. You get the kills. I just get to fuck with their heads while you do it.

Kyra's ear rang. He had been following her for almost ... what a month. She stared at the little imaginary man as his mouth opened and closed and she heard nothing. Not his proposal to work with her nothing. All she heard was a ringing in her ears and her heart pounding. She took several deep gulps. "Is this what you look like," she asked the invisible man cutting off his words.

She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. How do you stop a stalker you can't see? Obviously it was her powers that attracted him to her. If she stopped he'll get weaker. That much she knew. She slowly opened her eyes and you had to be an idiot not to read murder in them. "I will not deal with this. Either come to me face to face or leave me the fuck alone."

She is obviously ignoring him now. She is obviously pissed. There is no point in saying anything else. He can go find someone else to hunt with. Now he knows what to look her. He says goodbye then lets the illusion drop like it was never there. He walks away with a soft goodbye, figuring she is too unreasonable. Then he hears a woosh. A large flame has been called into being. It begins to devour the closest thing he has to home. "Oh no you fucking cunt!" The sound rings in the sudden moment of shocked silence. It comes from an empty spot on the dance floor.

A great blast of water swamps the fire, stopping it before it can start. It originates at the empty spot. Seconds later an apparent teen blinks in, then out, then in again to visibility. He looks shocked at the pool of water then falls to his knees totallty drained. Then the fear, the amazement, the total incredulity of the situation swamps everyone in the room. Thorn feeds and feeds fast. He doesn't know what he just did or how. He looks about 15 or 16, with short spiky green hair. He is lanky, very skinny and with little muscletone. In short he looks harmless. Maybe a gothic skaterpunk at worst.

He just knows if she figures out the magics she is even now pouring over him are useless....He is fucked. He drops the invis totally, muttering "come on come on come on...." She's already tried to toast him, drown him, freeze him, and hex him. He thinks that's why the guy next to him suddenly breaks out into lesions so bad they seems to quickly consume him.He just stands there, unaffected, muttering to himself like an apparent loon. unfortunately the people around him aren't so lucky. The sheeting magics maim and slay, adding to the welter of emotions. It alls feeds him, rushing into him. He pops to his feet with a selfsatisfied smirk on his face. "Don't you just love a responsive audience? The actors totally feed off of them. You can see them perk right up. Now, I tried to be polite. You tried to burn down my home. Now see why that was a bad idea."

He imagines millions of needle thin skewers stabbing into her body from all angles. He projects that desire into illusion, his body changing her perception so for her it's happening. He wishes it again with all hme can muster. It doesn't happen quite like before. But are those dots of blood appearing all over her skin? He doesn't wait to find out, going invisible as he sprints towards her.

He is already building more illusion, the bedlam around them giving him more emotion than he can absorb as he runs up to her. The illusion is she is alone, in a safe place, untouchable. The reality is... At the last step before her Thorn pivots, bringing his right foot up, his upper body going low and away. Hes trying for her left temple. The attack is very straightforward. She should expect an attack from behind. So he attacks from the front. She cant see him, feel him or hear him anyways. Shouldn't at least. No one else ever has.

As soon as the illusion disappears Kyra nods slowly. She waits for a moment and realizes he's not coming. "Find then." She tilts her head and lets the building catch on fire. She's not going to close the exit as that will stop the stampede of people and someone has to get crushed. Hopefully it'll be the little shit who's been stalking her. The fire goes out and Kyra just stares as she watches from above. No one even really panicked was just amazed.

Kyra than sees something that really makes her smile. There's the little shit there and this time she knows it's not an illusion. She slowly comes to him and she's happy. Seems his little illusion had somehow put out her fire. She's impressed, but it seems he's too weak to do much. Oh she's gonna choke the life out of him. She can't wait to put two hands around his neck and squeeze. She slowly walks down the stairs starting small fires that people quickly put out. She's just teasing when she realizes that he feeds off of people emotions. She stops and runs to him, but too late.

"Fuck!" He's on his feet and looking like a rock star. "Polite," she yells. "You wouldn't even meet me face to face!" Suddenly she hurts; the most intense pain she's ever had in her life. She cries out and she can see the needles feel the tiny pricks fill up with her blood and run down her body.

She closes her eyes, but the pain is intense. She can't block out the illusion it feels so real. She's sweating concentrating harder. Blocking out everything little by little. A new illusion comes over her that she's safe and she's not sure if that was her doing or his. But it helps. The pain fades and she closes her eyes and concentrates even harder. She can hear the people, the small shrill screams. She can hear footsteps running away..no towards her.

She turns at the last second and slightly bends. The leg and foot connecting with her shoulder instead of her head. It hurts like hell more than the needles and she grabs onto the leg and topples them both to the floor. "You little shit." She opens her eyes and sees him for once. Man, that illusion did him no justice. The illusion must be what he sees of himself. She is now seeing how he really is and she blushes and quickly clamps that down.

"Now. Are you serious about working together?" Yes, she's straddling him, in the middle of a dance floor, with people all around them panicking. She's acting like this is normal perhaps for her it is. Than again she realized that his powers are better than her. He can stalk her and she'll never know. His little annoying trick taught her that. It was either team up or always watch her back and she never wanted to go back to that feeling ever again.

"I wouldn't have brought you here if I wasn't. This is -my- home. You do not fuck with it. Rule #1 if we dont kill each other, or just walk away. I can fix this damage easily. But no more. I will kill you if try. I might just be a really realistic illusion remember. I could be holding a knife at the back of your skull waiting on your actions. Or I might not be. I hope you do not test it."

"As to politeness, had I shown myself to you I would probably be dead. Remember your little condition darling? Psychotic evilness? You like to kill for very little it seems to me. Now, I dig that. I really do. In fact what you feel pressing again your crotch? Not a hidden weapon ok? Just to get that out there. Back to the matter at hand though? I can cover your back. I can cloak our movements. I'm better at hiding things. You've been extremely lucky despite being very sloppy so far.

It only takes one wanna be hero to get lucky. The things you do generate lots of emotion in everyone around you. You are literally a walking talking gourmet buffet for me. You are the Kobe of emotion generation. Both your own emotions and those you cause in others. Plus you're hot. When you caused that one guy to go insane I nearly came in my pants."

He stretches and wriggling under her, trying to get into a more comfortable position. As a bonus it raises her skirt. He likes that. So he squirms more than necessary. "But I'm also younger than you. I'm really only 19. I'm a smartass. I'm horny all the time. I crack jokes that no one gets or might really piss you off. I really like video games and sports cars. I like expensive food and hot women. I have all that. You add unpredictability with it, as well as the food. You add excitement. Its boring when everything I want is handed to me on a silver platter. You'll be good for me. If I sneak into your bedroom and seduce you, you might actually resist!"

Kyra stayed on top of .. whoever the hell this guy was admiring his eyes. He had pretty eyes. Sharp and yet playful at the same time. She liked the small golden flecks in them too. She inwardly smiled and let her brain filter his words for her at a slower pace so she could continue admiring those eyes. Those pretty freaking eyes.

She jerked up once she realized what he was talking about. She nodded her head in a yeah yeah yeah gesture. "Okay, no fucking with your ... home." She let her inward smile slowly seep out the more he spoke until she was smiling brilliantly.


"You think I'm hot." She blushed. "My magic or me?" What she was a chick. She wanted to know exactly what he found hot.

As he continued on and gave her a great review of his likes, dislikes, and well his history. She shook her head and leaned forward so her eyes were inches from his and her lips barely grazed his as she spoke. "I know what a hard cock feels like." Lie. "I didn't move, because ..." she trailed off and smiled. "As for partnering up, if you hold to the no kill rule than I'm game. AND no more annoying the shit or stalking me. I do not like it."

She slowly got off him and let him do whatever the hell he thought he needed to do to make this crazy mob calm again. She ignored the rest of his flirting. She knew his type and though it was interesting directed at her for once he was probably a player. She will not be a notch on his bed post.

His deep green eyes stare into hers as well, but his brain is functioning fully. He doesn't let her beauty distract him. Too much. Like the fact that she dodged his attack almost. How? Did she somehow block the illusion? Did she see or hear him coming? If she did why didnt she dodge? Or attack directly? She only grabbed him after he made contact. Perhaps he shall ask.

Thorn still gets even harder when her lips brush his, saying things that'd lead him to believe she likes sitting on him when he is hard. "Do I have to choose?" is his reply to her question about which he finds hot. "If so, definitely you. The food tastes great. That is food though. You are a gorgeous older woman."

He wonders how old she is. She is obviously older than he is. He'd guess 20-24, but maybe not. After all he looks younger than his age. Either way, she is just as gorgeous as he said. He finds himself attracted to her in several ways. Just like any thrill seeker. The raging tiger, the not quite impossible rapids, a tornado touching down nearby are amazing.

Instead of inspiring terror as they should the thrill seeker is drawn closer and closer til eventually they die from whatever they were drawn to. Like every one before him, the danger is known. It won't happen to him. The evilness doesn't bother him. He doesn't care about anyone else either. Partly because he's just never been inclined. Partly because he has always known he had twisted everyone around his finger. His illusions make it so at least when he's concentrating he can make them love him if he wants to. Then when he has fulfilled their fantasy and his urges, he is no longer there.

He's always given off the same sort of vibe she does when he drops all the illusions. He is nowhere near as bad as her. People still feel their hair prickle anyways. They watch him closely. He'd found one or two that didn't seem to mind. Then there were questions. Why did he eat so little? Why did he never seems to gain weight or seem to grow fully? Why did people always seem to love or hate him? Who was the green haired kid that kept showing up in bed with her in the morning?

So he said fuck it. Sleep with anything that seems cute enough. Horny? Lonely? Want a little company? Easy enough. Find a likely candidate, swamp her, fuck her. There are no notches. He doesn't care. He just fills his needs. When he hit puberty there was a lot of unexplained pregnancies at his school. Girls claiming they were taken by angels and demons. Even an alien or two. Then he learned what a contraceptive was and they tapered off a bit. The bitches in the schools he attended still seemed to hae some bad experiences though. No one ever knew how or why though.

He focuses again on what is happening. She has agreed. Now it is time to clean up her mess. He wonders how often he will have to. "I can't guarantee I won't annoy you. I'll try though. No need to stalk you. You agreed. To tell the truth I wasn't stalking you. I was stalking some truly epic meals. Still can not get over how good it "tasted" when you drove the one guy insane. I think insanity is the best so far. Someone's violent, conscious death second. Then probably lust, panic, hatred, love. Any of the strongest emotions. The others are ok but its like eating a cracker or two. Tasty, but not filling at all." This is all said while he is herding people out of the club. He has cast a blanket illusion. He will have to make it quick.

This style is much less effective, and much more draining. At least at first he has all the wild emotions. Most are still stunned. A fire, quickly put out, then a kid appears, disappears, now a lady is talking to herself. Apparently she can see him through the illusion when touching him. At least these simple ones. She seemed to really try to shrug off the other one or two. The ones that seemed they were more real than she should be. More protection given by her powers maybe? He'll have to remember that. Maybe even ask.

A PA system seems to blare a very deep Southern accented voice. "Sorry about that folks. This is the owner of Seventh Heaven. An impromptu act gone wrong there. It was all a show, quickly handled. We could wish they'd chosen a different piece. It would make a great April Fool's joke or Halloween skit though right? Since there was a little damage we'll need to have you exit, quietly, quickly and safely so we can assess what went wrong."

Everyone but the bartender and doorman leave immediately. They kind of know the deal with Thorn. Not everything, but enough. When both are facing the other way he appears and hollers to them "Get someone in here to fix this tonight. Offer triple their normal rate. I want the club functional tomorrow night. The damage shouldn't be too bad. Luckily the deluge was on the marble."

He starts to go to his private area, beckoning her to follow him up a stairwell marked Private, No Entrance. They end up in a large apartment, with multiple bedrooms, kitchen, and great entertainment area with every toy a 19 year old could wish. All the latest game systems, top end computer, 100 inch tv, a few porno dvds and mags and a weight system off to one side. It looks barely touched, with little weight on it.. "I noticed you moved around a lot this last month. Don't know what your place is like, but if you need a place, you can stay here. Just keep it neat. Maid comes in once a week. I'm in and out. Gets noisy late at night. Obviously. Other than that, great view. So if we are going to partner up, we ought to get to know each other." He grabs a Voltage from the fridge then flops onto one of the two couches. There is also two chairs in the living area. "Make yourself at home."

Kyra sat in the middle of the floor with her eyes closed as she concentrated hard on herself. She had never really meditated, but she need to feel something real before she would crack her eyes open and try to discern what was real and what wasn't. Every once in a while she thought she could make out what was and wasn't, but she wasn't entirely sure. Until she could be sure what she saw was real than she would keep practicing.

The club was clear, orders were barked, and she wondered did this kid actually OWN the bar? Who the hell was he? Unlike Thorn, Kyra's gifts did not endear her to friends. She could count on one hand how many friends she had...and they had all given up on her eventually. She was too weird or too poor and too easy a target. The brushing of the lips wasn't her first kiss, but it was the first one she initiated. Why? Why with this kid? Because he looked at her like a normal person did. Not the lust she now saw in many men's eyes at clubs like these, though she did see that sparkle in his eyes. He didn't look afraid or worse like she was beneath him.

Kyra tilted her head at the doorman/bouncer who stared at her with interest. She gave the same look back wondering what was his little gifts. If he had any. The bartender ignored her and that was fine with her too. Though it wasn't like he did it on purpose; more like he had things to do and that didn't include staring at her.

She followed what-was-his-name into some marked door and her jaw dropped. How the fuck did he get all this? She didn't have this. She had a small quaint apartment that she paid for by basically scaring the shit out of the landlord and what small money she comes by. She walks throughout the small apartment and see a deep soaking tub. Kyra's in heaven and though she'll probably keep her small place as a back up she can see herself here. Wonder if ...no no killing partners. Give the man the benefit of the doubt, but first time he fucks with her than BOOM! He's dead and she gets a sweet apartment.

She finally comes out to see ... dude chill-laxing on the couch. She sits down primly. "I'm Kyra. No last name." She states as an introduction. She slowly leans forward. "So how HUNGRY are you?"

"The name is Thorn. I could pretty much always have a nibble. Of most anything. But it really depens. Emotion? That fiasco downstairs was a good meal. But I could use a topping off. And with you, it seems like each time I feed I take more. Grow more. It's a great sensation. And useful. Especially if it's particularly sweet. Like a dessert. Other things I mentioned...With that display the hunger is rather large and hard to ignore. "You...?"

He cuts off his words knowing they could get his head taken off. He did promise to try.So he changes direction quickly. "Why? You in the mood for random destruction or something? Wasn't ten minutes ago enough?" He sips his drink, watching her inquisitively. He'd hoped to get to know her, but with her, and an emphasis like that...Could be interesting."

Kyra tries to understand, but she doesn't. Not really. He eats emotions. And could use a topping off? She's not quite getting it. She gets the basic, but not anything much more than that. When he asks her about her she simply furrows her brow not understanding. He keeps talking and she's sure she missed something there. Something she should have gotten.

"Random destruction. It's not random. It's all calculated. People piss me off so I calculate how to kill them. See all calculated." She sat back. "I just meant go out for some pizza. Can you eat real food? Do you need to eat real food?" There were so many other questions that Kyra had to bite her lip to stop herself from asking them all. He was as much a 'freak' as she was, except he looked normal. Or like a normal person who tried to look like a rebel. She just looked weird. That thought sullened her and she seemed to slouch in the chair.

Thorn smiles when he realizes what she means. She just wants to do something normal. She is hungry. "Good point. Good point. It just seemed random I guess. One drunk asshole won't take no for an answer so you torch a bar ane everyone in it. I refuse to show myself so you destroy a random club I've brought you to. Totally logical." His tone is playful.

"Oh, real food?. Yeah I can eat it. Its kinda like candy for me It tastes good. But it has no nutritional value. Since I rarely eat my stomache is kinda small. But we could go out. Anywhere in mind? Theres a place down the street called Frankie's. It is kind of a hole in the wall. It's the best pizza I've ever had. A lotta people seem to celebrate there too. No matter who pisses you off you have to try not to calculate then implement their demises ok? Way too close to home, and I like the place."

Kyra smiles. "Exactly. It'll start with one, than end up with two or three and then me being touched or something else I don't want to do. Instead of waiting for step 4 or 5 I'll just stop at step 1. Thank you very much." Kyra sat primly and she wondered if he could tell her emotions too. If she got excited could he feed off of that? What did it feel like to be fed off of? Would it drain her? Could it kill her?

Kyra blinked as he talked and she focused in on his words. "Frankie's sounds great. I won't kill anyone if no one fucks with me. And I promise not to burn it down." I'll drown the fuck out of everyone instead. He can't possibly get mad at that. Though his tone said he probably would. Plus he had a home. A true home. Not a place to throw shit and when you come back could be possibly stolen because you didn't lock it right or someone just busted in cuz they wanted the room. A real home. Home.

Kyra thought of the last home she ever had - and squelched that thought. "Yeah let's go to Frankie's than my place for my things. Since ya know I'm crashing here and all." Wasn't like she had much. She stood up and went to the door like she knew where she was going. The club was still quiet; dead; empty.