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Story title : Shadow Knight Chronicles, The
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The Shadow Knight Chronicles (teens, rom, 1st, mc)
by Gambit (gambit367@aol.com)
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This is the story of a young man that discovers a great
power within himself. He also discovers, in time that
with power comes responsibility.
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Author's Note: I started this story when I was writing
under the pen name Matrix Legion. I never got around to
finishing it, and when I finally did reread what I had
written, I came to the conclusion that it was complete
and utter cardboard. The characters were too stiff and
the story lagged. So, here I am, back at the drawing
bored.
As you will soon notice, I've changed the names of the
characters, not to mention the story. It used to read
"Marcus' Power", now it reads what you see above. I
really hope you like this version better. I know I
enjoyed writing it much more than the first time.
For those of you who followed Marcus' Power, the plot has
changed a little but not a lot.
And PLEASE, PLEASE send feedback. That is the main reason
I rewrote this. Send all comments or suggestions to
Gambit367@aol.com
Chapter One
Ethan Remfield stood beside the picnic bench that had
been the meeting place for him and his stepsister for the
past two years. Ever since they had moved to this school.
He would sit and he would wait.
The place he was waiting at wasn't that bad. There wasn't
too many kids milling about and he was virtually by
himself-- the way he preferred to be. The grass was green
and it seemed like a fair day. Something was just nagging
on his mind though. The day had gone to good so far, he
knew that something had to go wrong sooner or later.
His light, light blond hair was in dire need of a
haircut, and he knew this, as he wiped the bangs away
from his mirror plated shades. The shades were very small
and round, just big enough to cover the boy's eyes. He
was dressed in all black. One would think that he hung
out with the Gothic's of the school, but he didn't. The
black button up shirt and jeans were just his style. He
really had no good reason to dress that way.
They were much unlike the shades, which he wore because
his eyes were extremely sensitive to light.
No, Ethan didn't hang out with the Gothic's, preps,
nerds, or even the jocks. The truth was that the
seventeen-year-old boy was a loner through and through.
Some would call him a snob, or even, maybe, stuck up. But
that wasn't the case at all. The fact was that Ethan just
liked to blend in.
Some would call Ethan eccentric and maybe even odd over
some of the things he did. Like wearing his shades, even
at night when he didn't need them. In truth, the boy did
that for two reasons. The first being that when people
saw his eyes they always either gaped or accused him of
wearing contacts, which he didn't. The second was a small
part of why people thought him odd.
A person could tell many things by looking a person in
the eyes. And the boy just had emotions he didn't want
people to see. Ethan always guarded his privacy with a
fierce determination that would sometimes even surprise
his family. He didn't like it when people looked in his
eyes; it was as simple as that.
She's late again. He thought, sitting down on the cement
picnic table. But that's nothing new. His thoughts added.
Then he pulled out a pack of Camels and a Zippo that his
lovely sister had got him for his birthday last year.
There was an inscription on it that said, "To my big
Brother, with love".
The seventeen year old blew out a jet of smoke and
thought of the past. Some of it had its moments of joy.
Others . . . Well, there was torment beyond most people's
understanding. That's why he didn't talk to that many
people about it, not even to Joanna or Tosh.
Joanna Remfield. That woman was possibly the savior of
his soul. Lord knows she was definitely the savior of his
life. He knew for a fact that he would have ended it all
with a few quick cuts of a knife by now if it weren't for
this woman, this woman that took him in and claimed him
as her own.
To put it nicely, before Ethan was eleven, he was a child
of the system, a system that didn't really suit him well.
Most called it foster care, but not Ethan. He called it
"Hell's Outhouse". And that was basically what it was for
the boy. He understood that the system worked for many
kids ... But he also understood that he had to have had
the worst run of luck in the history of foster care, or
so he thought.
By the time the boy was eleven years old, he had visited
the emergency room nine times, twice for gunshot wounds,
the rest for various broken bones. There were times where
he should have went to the emergency room but didn't
because his "Foster Parents" thought that he should stay
in his room and think about what he did, while he bled,
and when it was bad, prayed for death.
A miracle happened on his eleventh birthday, though.
Shawn and Joanna Remfield adopted the boy as their own.
This confused Ethan somewhat; since he had stopped
speaking all together by the time he was ten. They would
talk; he would nod yes or no, nothing else. There was not
a peep that came from Ethan.
Ethan did not do this to be unruly. In all truth, the boy
really didn't know why he stopped speaking. All he knew
was that sometimes things started out good, but then the
other shoe would drop and he would be straight back in
hell again. He just didn't want to chance giving his
feelings to someone that might throw them back in his
face.
He was thirteen years old when it happened. A beating
didn't break his silence and it wasn't broken by a bribe.
His stepsister who was a year younger than him broke it.
She had always looked out for him after that day.
He was playing with a pocketknife that his stepfather,
Shawn, had bought him for his birthday and sliced his
finger open. Natasha, Tosh to her friends, had
immediately went and got a band-aid and fixed him right
up. "There ya go, sport." That was all she said.
It wasn't the hurt of the cut. And it wasn't the sight of
the blood... But it was the sheer warmth in the younger
girl's eyes that made Ethan brake down. He cried like he
had never cried before- even when he got the beatings
from the other families. No, these were tears of joy. And
this girl, no more than a slip really, had brought them
crashing down.
After that, Tosh had become his best and only friend.
When he finally spoke to Joanna, it was her turn to cry.
And Ethan was pretty sure that Shawn even got a little
misty for a second or two. From that day forth, Ethan had
strove to make them as happy as they had made him. If a
person was good to the Remfield's, they were good to you.
Ethan had learned that very early on.
Ethan knew a lot about his family that he didn't let on.
He was always good with details. He also knew a lot about
himself that he didn't think important enough to go into
with his family, especially his stepsister. She would
probably hover over him until he went to the doctor's
office. But the changes to his body ... He pushed the
thought out of his head. He really didn't want to go into
it.
Just then Ethan looked across the schoolyard and saw a
short (probably about 5'1") girl standing in front of
three jocks, football players to be exact. He watched her
closely, seeing her wipe the black died hair (she was
blonde originally) from her eyes impatiently, yelling at
the three jocks with ferocious intent.
She is kinda cute when she's mad. He thought with humor.
She was pointing her finger at the one in the middle and
verbally assaulting the boy as best she could. But
knowing Tosh, there was a good reason.
Ethan saw that the middle jock's face was turning more
than a little red. Ethan's feet started him in Tosh's
direction before he even thought twice about it. He
didn't know if the jock was the type to hit girls or not,
but he wasn't going to stand around and find out.
******************
"You listen to me you dumb fuckin' jock. I'll try to use
words that you'll understand," Tosh started off, her deep
blue eyes starting to flash. "If I want to "Dress like a
boy" that does not make me a damn "dyke", as you say. Of
course your small mind probably doesn't know that there
is nothing wrong with that to begin with."
Tosh kept going, loudly, and wouldn't even give them a
chance to speak. "Once you get an I.Q. that don't involve
football stats or a number of shoe sizes, why don't you
take a look around. You might finally figure out that you
are a complete and total ASSHOLE!"
I might have just screwed up. The small thought came to
Tosh as she watched the middle jock's face turn bright
red from anger. The boy, who was about two in a half
times the size of her, looked like he was going to pop.
And his friends didn't look any better. Yep, definitely
messed up. Open mouth and insert foot, Tosh. She thought,
a little worriedly. She knew she could fight, but not at
these odds. One of these days I'll learn.
The middle one, who had the bad haircut, and had started
this whole mess to begin with, apparently decided that he
was not above hitting a girl. His arm reared back to slap
the loud mouth girl into next week. Then-- nothing.
Someone caught his wrist.
The jock, Daniel was his name, turned to see his
reflection in a pair of mirror-plated shades. The blonde
boy that owned them had a look of complete calmness. That
calm look should have allied his fears some. But for some
reason, it only worsened them, and with very good cause.
By simply twisting Daniel's arm in the wrong direction,
Ethan sent the boy, almost, into a flip. Daniel landed on
his upper back and almost his neck. That was when
Daniel's friends thought they would get in on the action.
Ethan just smiled in a maniacal way that even made Tosh a
little nervous.
The first one just came barreling in with haymakers that
Ethan almost laughed at. By the time the boy actually
made it to Ethan, Ethan did a spinning round house that
impacted squarely on the boy's jaw. Ethan could have
sworn that he felt a few of the boy's jaw teeth come
loose from that, but it might have been his imagination.
Ethan felt something that he rarely felt-- elation. And
this feeling came from battle. He was pretty sure that
this was the first time he felt it. It almost felt as if
he was unstoppable. All of his movements felt completely
natural. And this was strange, yet elated experience. He
was in, what he called; "The Zone" and he loved it.
All the sudden, Ethan heard a scream ring out. "Look
out!"
By sheer instinct, he dropped to one knee and turned at
the same time. He turned just in time to see the third
jock right in front of him. Without thinking, Ethan
delivered two quick rabbit punches to each of the boy's
legs. Each of them was just above the knee, and slightly
on the inside of the thigh. The result was the boy
falling to his knees right in front of Ethan.
Then, with lightening quickness, Ethan grabbed two
handfuls of jersey and jerked the boy forward with
vicious intent. The head-butt that was delivered made
those watching wince in sympathy, even Tosh. She knew the
boy had a broken nose. She also knew that all three were
unconscious.
What amazed some of the people that were watching was
that during the entire fight, Ethan's shades never
slipped once. That and Ethan never got hit once, and that
was at three to one odds.
Ethan stood up with one fluid motion, without using his
hands. If Tosh didn't know it, she couldn't have known
that he was just in a fight. The only indicator was the
grass stains on the knees of his jeans. "We better jet,
before a teacher comes out." Tosh stated, grabbing him by
the arm and pulling him off the schoolyard.
But he would have certainly left on his on accord. He was
in no mood to hang around. "Whatever you say, half-pint."
"Don't call me that." She stated, slapping him in the
chest playfully. She let out a nervous giggle as she
tried to get him off school grounds. She was not quite
quick enough to do so though.
"Mr. Remfield, hold it right there. I'd like to have a
word with you. It was a voice that Ethan was really
hoping he wasn't going to hear after that fight. It was
that of Principal Wayne.
"And what word would that be?" Ethan asked with a mask of
stoic calmness. It was all an act though; he was a
nervous wreck on the inside.
If a glare could have killed someone, Ethan would have
been dead right on the spot. "Go to my office and wait,
Mr. Remfield," Then the chubby little bald man turned his
attention on Tosh. "You wait for me as well, while I get
this lot picked up and sorted." He added gesturing
towards the downed jocks.
Ethan could tell Tosh was about to say something and
grabbed her by the arm gently, erasing any protests she
had on her lips. She just gave out a defeated sigh and
followed Ethan into the school. Behind them, the
principal was helping up the football players and making
sure that there were no serious injuries.
********************
Even though they town the lived in was only moderate
size, the high school there was top notch. It was a
three-story building that was still moderately new. The
town had just finished construction on it two years
before. Yes, the town of Kaymon, New Mexico had a great
deal of respect for the educational system. It's just too
bad the students don't have that same respect for one
another. Ethan thought with a wry shake of the head.
"Jeez, Bro, you had me worried for a second when those
other two jumped in. I thought you were gonna get the
shit knocked out of you," Tosh said, only receiving a
slight twitch of a smile from Ethan. Her face became
sober all at once, she wanted some answers and she wanted
them now. "I never seen anyone in real life fight like
that, Ethan... And move that fast. Where did you learn to
do it?"
They were on the second floor by now. Ethan just kept
walking with his head bowed, looking at his feet. After
all, what she had just asked was part of the changes he
had not wanted to talk about. "From around the way." He
murmured softly, knowing that she would drop the line of
questioning.
That was his code phrase to Tosh that her line of
questioning was getting a little too personal. She gave a
frown but dropped the line of questioning. In all truth,
she was a little irritated that he would only open up to
her a little at a time. He never shared his past
experiences in foster care with her at all. Whenever she
would ask about them, she would get one of two responses.
He would tell her that she didn't want to know, or she
would get the other response. He would sink into a
depression that would last for days and not speak a word
to anyone. It was the last response that made her quit
grilling him about the past.
They both walked into the waiting room of the principal's
where a receptionist was typing on a computer. The office
was very nice and the seats were comfortable, even if
they were plastic. The woman that was on the computer
looked to be in her mid thirties and *looked* to be so
wrapped up that she didn't know they had entered. That
all changed though, as soon as she spoke up.
She and Tosh were on an almost friendly basis since Tosh
was in there so much.
"Ah, Ms. Remfield, so glad to see you again. What did you
do this time? Put a green snake in your teacher's desk?"
She asked teasingly, her Spanish brown eyes were
twinkling.
"Nope, did that last week. This time I'm here for
starting a fight I didn't participate in. My Knight in
shining armor here," She waved an arm Ethan and
continued. "Was the one to doing all the fighting." She
gave Ethan an impish grin and got a scowl in return.
"You don't look like you have been in a fight, young
man." The receptionist replied, appraising the boy.
Ethan gave the woman a self-depreciating shrug before
sitting down.
"He don't talk much, but he grows on ya after a while."
Tosh told the woman in an almost mock conspiratorial
tone.
Ethan drowned out the rest of what the girls were talking
about; he had no wish to hear about himself. Every time
he heard his name he would just give an absent-minded
nod. Yes, Ethan definitely had something bigger on his
mind. And it worried him that Tosh had noticed that
today. Noticed his quickness, and the ability to fight.
He was also fairly certain that the black haired girl
also noticed the sheer brute force he used behind the
blows.
The boy had no clue as to where he had learned those
skills. In all truth, that was his very first spinning
roundhouse kick... And he had executed it perfectly and
with great efficiency. It was beginning to worry him.
What worried him most were the changes to his body...
But, no, he didn't want to think about that right now.
Best keep my mind on the matters at hand. He thought.
Just then, the short, bald, little man that called
himself a principal walked in. He was wearing a cheap
gray suit with a clip on tie, and he smelled of Old
Spice. That was another changing Ethan was worrying over
a lot. His senses seemed to be heightening gradually. But
not at a super fast rate, thank God. He didn't know if he
could handle that.
But first he was going to have to think of the trouble
that he was in now. Great, he's looking right at me. Why
does he remind me of an oversized muskrat? He thought
humorously.
"Right this way, Mr. Remfield," The man spoke with an
authority his small little body shouldn't be able to
hold, but Ethan stood up nonetheless. "I'll speak with
you afterwards, Natasha." He added, as he walked into his
office with Ethan in tow.
"Please shut the door, Mr. Remfield." Mr. Wayne told him
as he took a seat behind the desk. Then the man started
to clean up the papers on his desk with a professional
air. Ethan had a feeling that he was doing it so that he
could flaunt the fact he was the one in control.
"Let me get to the point, Mr. Remfield. I think that you
are a troublemaker and a bad element in this school. Did
you know the boy's nose you broke our star quarterback's?
No, I suppose you wouldn't, Mr. Remfield. You're the one
that is always lurking behind the crowd, waiting to cause
trouble. Well, Mr. Remfield..."
Ethan really couldn't hear the rest of what the man was
saying. Oh, he heard bits and pieces, but basically, he
didn't hear everything. Which really didn't matter,
because what he did hear was starting to make him mad,
and that was always a bad sign.
Before the principal got another word in edge wise, Ethan
broke in. This was when something really strange started
to happen. It was a tingling sensation that went all the
way from the back of his neck and all the way up to his
skull. It sort of made his scalp tingle. It wasn't a
pleasant feeling, but it sure as hell wasn't unpleasant
either.
"Shut up, you poor excuse of a little man. I have a first
name. Ethan. Use it. Learn it. Burn it into you're
fuckin' brain, because if you call me 'Mr. Remfield' one
more time, I will skull fuck you. Got me?" The strange
part of this dangerous lecture was that his voice never
rose above normal level.
The principal had a mute look on his facial features, but
he nodded nonetheless.
Ethan went on. "Now, what happened out there was not my
fault. Those three jocks started messin' with Tosh, and
NOBODY messes with Tosh while I'm around. So, what I
think is you should let us both go home and forget about
the whole thing." The tingling intensified. What the hell
is that blank look on his face all about? He thought, as
he looked the principal over. His eyes were also glazed.
Ethan was expecting to get expelled, not what happened
next.
Finally, Mr. Wayne shook his head a little, as if
clearing cobwebs, and gave Ethan a genuine smile. "I
think you're right Ethan. Family is very important... And
I think we should just forget this whole thing ever
happened."
"Thank you." Ethan replied, a little uncertainly, as he
stood up.
"You may tell your sister on the way out that she is free
to go as well." The usually dour man added with a smile.
Usually people irritated Ethan that smiled like that
nonstop. But hey, if it kept Tosh out of trouble he was
all for it. "Thanks, I'll see you on Monday Mr. Wayne."
But Mr. Wayne's smile wasn't the only thing that was on
Ethan's mind. It was how things went in that office. He
knew for a fact that Mr. Wayne's could have chucked his
ass out of the school for the rest of the year for the
way he talked to him. Something wasn't right, but the
guess he had was positively ludicrous, at least to him it
was.
Mind Control, the changes in his body, there were to many
things that were happening at once for him to think of. I
can't even believe I'm even entertaining the idea of Mind
Control. He thought as he walked back out into the
receptionist's office.
He saw Tosh sitting in the blue plastic chair trotting
one of her legs and waiting impatiently. "You ready to
get out of here, half-pint?"
"Don't be toying with my emotions, Little Man. I'll kick
your ass to the moon." She added jokingly.
"Nah, seriously, he let us off. Let's get the hell out of
here."
Tosh didn't have to be told twice, she was on her feet
and just before she went out the door she turned and told
the receptionist. "See ya Monday, Connie." The fact was
she was in the office so much that she was on a first
name basis with the woman.
"Probably so, probably so." The woman murmured as she
kept typing on her computer.
********************
When they finally made it out on the school grounds,
there was someone there that was waiting patiently for
them. It was one of Tosh's friends. Her name was Heather.
And Heather, in Ethan's book, was a complete knock out.
She was leaning against a Dodge Ram pickup truck and was
wearing a pair of white shorts that were a tad too short
by societies standards, but certainly not by Ethan's.
Heather was also wearing a light blue blouse that was
just a little short at the bottom. Just short enough to
give a peak of her belly button every now and then.
She was also a year older than Ethan, which made her two
years older than Tosh. But neither of the girls seemed to
mind. "So, what didja get in trouble for this time, Tosh?
You were in there for a while." She stated as she flipped
a red ponytail over her shoulder.
"Why does everyone think its me that always gets in
trouble?"
"Because you usually are." Ethan and Heather replied in
unison. He even had to chuckle at that and that was a
rarity, because he usually kept a tight lid on his
emotions. That was, unless he was just with his family.
Tosh just gave them both a glare. But she knew that they
were mostly right. "Well, this time it was Ethan here who
got in trouble. Wiped the floor with three football
players. Probably broke our quarterback's nose." She said
proudly. And she looked proud. It was a good act. But she
knew that he shouldn't have been able to do what he did.
And it was making her even more worried that he was
hiding something from her. She hated when he did that.
They were best friends, they told each other everything.
And she could tell by his facial expressions that
something was bothering him.
"Hey, Tosh. I'm still crashing at your place tonight,
right? 'Cause my parents are going at each others throats
like you wouldn't believe." Heather asked with a frown.
"Yeah, I cleared it with Mom and Dad last night." Tosh
replied, opening the door of the truck. Heather's parents
were notorious for fighting days on end, but they always
seemed to work it out, somehow.
"Hey, wait. Before you guys get in, I want to show ya
something." Her smile was almost diabolical as she led
them to the back of the truck. She then unzipped her
duffle bag and moved aside the clothes she brought with
her.
Ethan and Tosh looked down into the bag, right at a liter
of 100 proof Vodka. Tosh even let out a very
uncharacteristic girlish squeal. She always loved trying
to get away with things that she wasn't supposed to be
doing. Ethan just usually marked it down to teenage
rebellion and left it at that. She swung an arm around
Ethan's shoulders and with mischievous eyes said, "We're
gonna get drunk tonight, Bro."
Ethan just shook his head and let out an amused sigh.
"You do whatever gets your kicks, Tosh. But if we get
busted, it's your ass."
She just stuck her tongue out at him in response.
With that, the three of them got in the truck and headed
for the Remfield Household.
******************
Chapter Two
Shawn, Tosh's father, and Ethan's stepfather was fairly
successful because he worked at a law firm. That meant
that they were by no means rich, but they were fairly
well off, to say the least. They lived in the suburbs and
their house was just slightly above middle class. But
that was just fine with them.
The house itself was a two story one. The top part of the
house had three bedrooms and was considered "The Kids'".
That meant, as long as they kept it clean, did there own
laundry and gave their parents no reason to come up
there, their parents would never come up there.
Shawn and Joanna were pretty cool like that. They trusted
their kids to take care of themselves. But they trusted
Ethan to a fault. And there was a reason for that. If he
ever did anything wrong, there was a damn good reason for
it, like the fight that he had gotten into that day. He
had a good reason: Tosh's safety was in question.
But all Ethan could think of on the way home was that
tingling sensation that he got and how the principal
basically bent to his will. It couldn't be Mind Control,
could it? It wasn't possible to control someone, was it?
That was when he figured out that he would try a few
things on Heather, just to assure himself that it wasn't
mind control. When they pulled up they were surprised to
find that there was no car in the driveway, which was
kind of odd. Their mother was usually home when they got
home. They knew that their father wouldn't be home, for
the fact that he was on a business trip in Oregon.
"Huh. Wonder where Mom is?" Ethan murmured as he got out
of the truck.
"Only one way to find out." Tosh replied, heading for the
front door. She made it to the door with the others
firmly on her heal and pulled out a key to unlock the
door.
Ethan walked straight to the kitchen, where the
refrigerator was. That was where all family notes were
posted. There, he read the note from his stepmother.
Dear Kids,
Jeanie's husband was in a bad car wreck; I have gone to
help out with her children. There should be plenty of
things in the 'fridge to help feed those monsters you
call stomachs. (Ha ha) Now, you had best behave
yourselves. I should be back by tomorrow.
Love,
Mom
"Who's Jeanie?" Tosh asked, a look of confusion marring
her face.
Ethan just gave her a shrug. "Hell if I know. But you
know how Mom is, she'd help anyone." Tosh nodded her
assent to this.
"You know what this means don't you?" Heather asked. A
huge smile plastered on her face. She didn't wait for an
answer. "We've got the whole place to ourselves. We don't
have to sneak around!"
Ethan just gave a dry chuckle. "Well, I don't know about
you girls, but I'm taking a quick shower." Ethan stated,
heading in the direction of the stairs. "See ya in a
few."
"Are you getting all clean and dashing for me, Ethan?"
Heather asked, completely missing the incredulous look
that Tosh gave her.
"Of course. You know I've been secretly lusting after you
for years." Ethan replied with a straight face. He
watched, with delight, as Heather turned a nice shade of
pink. Then he broke into a wide grin as he turned and
jogged up the stairs.
"You're wasting your time, girlfriend. You'll never get
that boy to blush. I swear he's prepared for anything
anybody has got to say." Tosh told her friend. She tried
to keep any sound of annoyance out of her voice.
The truth was that she was a little jealous. Ethan rarely
smiled and it was only for a handful of people, all of
them in his adopted family and namely her and Shawn. She
had had a severe crush on the boy for the last two years
and it was to no avail. She had flirted and flirted, but
he would never flirt back, not seriously anyway.
And to see him openly flirt back with her best friend...
Well, it irked her a little. But Tosh wasn't the type to
let that get in the way of friendship.
And Ethan had just been acting strange the last couple of
weeks to begin with. He was more out going, yet more
closed at the same time. It was almost like he was
putting on an act. But she decided that she would wait
until after Heather left to wrench the truth of what he'd
been hiding out of him.
Tosh threw an arm around her best friends neck and said,
"C'mon kid. Let's go listen to some tunes in the den."
She noticed that Heather was finally getting over
blushing and chuckled a bit at her friends reaction to
her brother.
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What the hell has gotten into me? Why did I say that?
Ethan thought as he made it to his room. He walked into
his room and sat down with a 'thud' in his desk chair. He
knew that he hadn't been himself for well over two weeks,
but he thought that it just had to do with his body.
Maybe it had to do with his mind to, because, usually, he
wouldn't even talk to any of Tosh's friends. He would be
just withdrawn and closed off. Oh, he'd talk to Tosh,
Shawn and Joanna. But that was about the extent of it. He
didn't like talking to other people. That's just the way
he was. Ethan was just a very shy boy, at the best of
times.
But it seemed, since the changes in his body, he was
slowly gaining confidence. Which was understandable,
considering the changes. Ethan knew one thing for
certain; he was going to have to tell Tosh sooner or
later. He hated keeping secrets from her.
Ethan just shook his head, like he was trying to shoo
away the disturbing thoughts and stood up. He walked over
to his dresser and pulled out a sleeveless black button-
up shirt and a pair of black Lee jeans, along with some
underclothes and headed for the shower.
He undressed quickly when he made it to the bathroom. He
always thought that it was pretty cool that he and Tosh
had their own bathroom to share. Shawn and Joanna had
their own downstairs. And he would thank whatever mighty
being that was up there watching that Tosh was a tomboy.
Ethan didn't think that he could handle sharing one with
a regular type of girl.
The shades were the last to come off. They were always
the last. He squinted a little at the harshness of the
light in the bathroom. He forgot to turn it off. That was
one this that did irritate him about Tosh, she always
forgot to turn off lights.
Ethan got into the shower and let the hot water run over
him in waves. He just wished that the water would take
away his worries just like it did the sweat and dirt.
He must have stayed in that shower for close to thirty
minutes just letting the water wash over him. It felt
great. He always liked taking long showers, or taking a
long soak in the tub. For a person that had been through
as much as he had, he learned to enjoy the simple things
of life at an early age. Because when he was in foster
care he found out that some of the things that people
took for granted in a normal life, he just didn't have in
Hell's Outhouse.
Ethan got out of the shower and wiped the steam from the
mirror. He looked at his reflection with mixed emotions
on his face. The things he was looking at were the
changes that happened at a very rapid rate-- in the
course of two days in fact. That was what worried him,
and if he was truthful, exited him more than a little.
Two weeks ago, he was of average build for someone his
age. Now, his muscles were not exactly huge... He guessed
the best word for it would be 'cut'. But they were also
bigger than what they were by about two times. And they
were VERY well defined. His washboard stomach stood out
in stark contrast.
Ethan looked into his eyes and he could swear that they
were getting icier. It almost looked like the tint of
blue had faded just in the slightest. They were looking
more supernatural looking, and he would be lying if he
said that it didn't bother him. Ethan really didn't want
to be more different than he already was.
Ethan dried off his hair quickly and ran his hand through
it with negligence. Then he threw on the jeans and the
sleeveless black button-up shirt that he had. Then he
slipped on his shades. When he looked in the mirror, he
could have sworn that he was looking at someone else.
There were a couple of words that came to mind as he
looked at the boy in front of him. The boy whose bangs
fell over his mirror plated shades slightly... Wild.
Untamed. Those were the words.
He didn't bother to button the shirt he was wearing as he
walked out of the bathroom. He didn't know how to explain
to Tosh what had happened because he himself didn't know.
So he was going to show her, and pray that she took it
well. He really did wish that she wouldn't worry about
him so much-- But at the same time he was a little
flattered.
He stopped at the top of the stairs before he went down,
so he could think. How can I see if it's really mind
control if Tosh is watching? If it were mind control, I
sure wouldn't mind some fun with Heather. He thought the
last with a crooked smile.
I'll burn that bridge when I come to it. He thought with
a note of finality.
Ethan made his way down the steps as quiet as a cat.
Which wasn't that hard since he was barefoot and the
stairs were carpeted. When he first made it to the bottom
of the steps he noticed that the girls were not in the
kitchen. That's when he heard the sound of their laughter
coming from the den.
"I'm not kidding, you should have seen the look on his
face when Ethan sent him flying backwards. It was one for
the books. He looked like a cow shit on his head, he was
so surprised!" Tosh stated, then they both broke out into
laughter again.
"I wish I could have seen that! Daniel always was an
asshole." Heather said wiping a tear from her eye.
Ethan noticed that Tosh must have taken a shower as well,
because her hair was wet and she was wearing a pair of
very faded blue jeans and a t-shirt. She was also
barefoot, just like him. He sort of liked the way her
eyes sparkled with contained laughter.
Ethan let his shoulder lean into the doorframe as he
watched them. He listened and watched them talk about
that fight for a good two minutes. "It really wasn't all
that great," He told them with amusement in his voice.
Both of their backs were to him, and they both jumped a
little, making Ethan chuckle a little. "You would say
that, Ethan," Tosh said, right before she took a drink of
soda. She made the mistake of turning to look at him with
the soda still in her mouth. Once she saw him, the soda
was promptly spat half way across the room.
Ethan was very glad that he was far enough away that he
didn't get hit. Tosh just stared at him, wide eyed.
"What? Did I grow a third arm or something? 'Must have by
the way you're staring." He stated with a sound of
amusement that he didn't feel. That's right, Ethan, just
pass it off as normal, maybe you can get her to do the
same. He thought.
"Damn boy, what have you been doing?!? Working out while
I slept?" Tosh exclaimed, trying to keep from staring at
her stepbrother's pecs and abdominal muscles. I knew he
was in good shape, but damn! She thought wildly.
To take her eyes off Ethan's body, Tosh looked over at
her best friend. Her best friend was just staring at him,
her mouth slightly agape. She wasn't even blinking. Tosh
snapped her fingers in front of her face. Apparently that
worked, because she snapped out of it. "Damn Ethan.
Lookin' good, kid."
Ethan wanted the focus off of him. "Are we gonna drink or
jaw all night long." I think might have pulled it off.
Tosh isn't going nuts. He thought. In fact, Tosh was
giving him a curious little smile. I wonder what that's
about?
"We are gonna drink, Big Bro. And we are gonna drink
hard." Tosh stated as she went over to her friends duffle
bag and proceeded to get the Vodka.
Ethan noticed that there was a little bit more of a sway
in her hips than normal. He arched an eyebrow at that. He
didn't know what to make of it. The next thing he knew
she threw the liter of Vodka at him. "I think there's
some orange juice in the fridge."
Ethan caught the bottle deftly and just gave her a nod as
headed back towards the kitchen. He heard the hushed
whisper from Heather before he was out of earshot,
though. "Jesus is he built."
He just smiled at that as he made it to the refrigerator.
He got out the half gallon of orange juice and started
making drinks when a plan came to him. If it really was
mind control, which he wasn't sure if it were, then he'd
just have Heather to ask to see his room, alone. Surely,
Tosh would take the hint.
I wonder if this is right, if it works? He thought as he
started stirring the drinks. If she likes it, there
shouldn't be a problem, right? Right. Right after that
thought the girls came into the kitchen. "Took you girls
long enough. Chattin' about the weather, were ya?" They
both blushed and he chuckled. I could get used to this.
Tosh and Heather took a seat at the table. "Hey, Ethan,
what are we gonna do while we drink anyway?" Tosh asked.
She was slowly getting used to the way he looked. But she
would be lying if she said that she wouldn't mind
dragging him upstairs and thoroughly raping him.
"We could play cards?" Heather piped up.
"Yeah that sounds good. That ok with you, Tosh?" Ethan
asked.
"Sounds great, as long as I get to drink and as long as
its five card draw." She replied, leaning back in her
chair, taking in every detail of Ethan. Since she was
really looking, she noticed changes that she hadn't seen
before.
Take, for instance, the fact of how he moved with such
grace... Yet the grace reminded her somewhat of a jungle
cat stalking its grounds. He seemed to exude such power
that she was very surprised. She was surprised, because
before his goal was to blend in. Now... Now he had the
attention of the whole room, even if it was just she and
Heather.
Ethan sat the drinks down in front of the girls and went
to retrieve the cards. This should be an interesting
night he thought as he went to collect the cards.
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One hour later and about three glasses of screwdrivers,
Tosh found out two important facts. The first was simple:
She was more than slightly buzzed; She was blistering
drunk. The second was she was trying to catch Ethan doing
something. She had quickly figured out that the little
sucker was a born card-shark by the way he shuffled, but
it hadn't occurred to her to think of that.
"Ya'll, I tink itss time I went to sweep." Tosh's speech
was more than slightly slurred.
Ethan gave her an amused glance. It was all goin the way
he had planned it. He had changed his original plan at
the last minute. He had been putting a lot more Vodka
into Tosh's drink than he had Heather's and his self's.
This way, Tosh would sleep through what (if it worked) he
had planned. It looked like everything was going in his
favor.
Tosh stood up, swaying almost dangerously. "Watch it,
half-pint. Don't want ya fallin'," Ethan said as he moved
quickly and scooped her up into his arms as if she
weighed no more than an infant.
Ethan turned to the redhead that was still seated at the
table. "I'll be back in a minute."
"And I'll be waiting," She replied with a saucy smile.
God he's gorgeous. Heather thought as she watched Ethan
carry Tosh up the steps.
Ethan marched up the steps with determined strides. Now
he was very confused. How am I going to know if it's mind
control? It's as obvious as the back of my damn hand that
she already wants me. He thought with a frown as he used
a foot and kicked Tosh's door open when he made it to his
destination.
Tosh and Ethan had a lot of differences and their rooms
were one of them. Tosh's room was always in complete
disarray. There were clothes all over the floor and on
top of her dresser. And he had to chuckle when he saw a
bra on top of her computer. His room was always spotless.
The girl in his arms had called him a neat freak on more
than one occasion.
Ethan noticed that his buzz had already dissipated and he
wondered if it had to do with the changes in his body. He
passed the thought up as he made it to Tosh's bed and
laid her down as gently as he could. She was still half
awake, though.
Tosh looked at him with glazed eyes and a crooked grin.
"What? No kiss goodnight?" She asked. Her speech was
still slurred.
What the hell. He thought and leaned down and gave her a
gentle kiss on the lips. Just when he was about to pull
back, Tosh pulled him by the neck, invading his mouth
with her tongue for a soul-wrenching kiss. Then, just as
suddenly, she broke it off. "If I wasn't so drunk an'
sweepy, we'd do more." She told him with a drunken wink
and then promptly passed out.
Ethan stood up straight. His cock felt like it was as
hard as iron, but he was also very confused. Does she
like me like that? He thought, walking back out into the
hall. Nah. It's gotta be the alcohol. He thought.
Then he leaned against the hall wall, to sort his
thoughts. They strayed from Tosh to Heather. If she
already wants me, how can I tell if it's mind control? He
thought, drumming his fingers against his thighs,
thinking furiously.
Then an idea came to him. I could see if it works
silently. Make her do stuff that she normally wouldn't do
in front of people. But it has to work off just thought
alone, or I'd seem like a complete jerk. He thought with
a nod.
"Are you gonna stay up there all night, Ethan?" Heather's
voice floated up from the first floor. She didn't sound
really drunk at all. But then again, that's the way he
had it set up.
"Be right down." He called, taking his time going down
the steps on purpose. He was trying to figure out what to
try and make the girl do. Then he got an idea.
He made it to the bottom of the stair and took in the
vision of Heather as she sat at the table. She had
already taken off the rubber band that held her ponytail
and her hair was flowing over shoulders. She turned to
look at him and her green eyes sparkled. "Well, you made
this Irish girl wait long enough." She said in a joking
voice.
"You're Irish? I didn't know that." He stated as he began
to shuffle the cards. "How much Irish are you?" He asked.
Just making idle conversation until he got to the point
that he wanted to start the test.
"You're looking at a full blooded Irish girl, bucko. I
just killed my accent early, so I could blend in better."
She replied, watching Ethan deal the cards.
Another reason he wanted to talk about a safe subject was
that it was part of the test. It's understandable that
she may want him in the heat of the moment, but not in
the middle of a safe topic. "What part of Ireland are ya
from?" If you're going to do something, might as well go
whole hog. He thought, and then sent the command. <'YOU
FEEL EXTREME LUST BUT DO NOT WANT ME TO KNOW IT. YOU WILL
TRY YOUR BEST TO HIDE IT UNTIL YOU HEAR THE WORD
'TRICK''> He sent the command as hard as he could.
Ethan watched in fascination as the girl flushed a nice
shade of pink. "D-D-Dublin. It's kind of warm in here
isn't it?" She asked. Ethan watched her shift in her
seat.
"I really didn't notice it." Ethan replied. A smirk was
planted firmly on his face. He was pretty sure that it
had worked. He watched as Heather's breathing grew a bit
more ragged by each passing second.
By the end of the hand, she was breathing rather hardly
and there was a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. "You
ok, Heather?" He asked.
"Yeah, o-o-of course." She stammered out.
"Hey, Heather?" Heather focused on him, her eyes were
glazed but it sure as hell wasn't because of the booze.
"Yeah?"
"Wanna see a card trick?"
That was all it took. She was on him like white on rice.
It was rather awesome for Ethan to watch. Heather
basically flew out of her seat and when she was in
reaching distance, she pushed Ethan to the tiled kitchen
floor. He was flat on his back while he watched her
strip. He was rather amused that she wasn't wearing any
panties, and he was rather impressed at how quickly she
undressed.
Before she could do anything more to him though he
reached up and pulled her down to the floor with him.
They locked in a french kiss that had both moaning at its
intensity. Then he the he broke free of the kiss and
worked his way down.
"Ohhhhh, God." She moaned out as his lips circled one of
her already taut nipples. He swirled tongue around it and
sucked on it for about thirty seconds before moving on to
its twin.
He was starting to move down her taut belly when the
tides turned. She flipped HIM over. "None of that. I'm
ready NOW." She stated in a very husky and sexy voice.
Then proceeded to rip his pants and underwear down to his
knees.
She straddled his hips and grabbed a hold on his nine-
inch cock; another of his bodily changes, then she
started to rub the bulbous head of it up and down her
slick pussy lips. Her breathing, although unbelievable,
was even more ragged by this time.
Heather looked at her reflection in Ethan's mirror-plated
shades as she sunk the entire length of his cock into her
pussy. "OHHHHHHH GOD!" She screamed nearly at the top of
her lungs as an orgasm automatically hit her. Her body
shook with convulsions.
That was all Ethan could take, considering that this was
his first sexual experience. He cum he arched his back as
his come filled her, setting her off onto another orgasm.
"Damn," He gasped.
Heather just laid her head on his chest, totally
exhausted. Wow. That was her only thought.
I think my life just got even luckier. This was his
thought as he stroked the redhead's hair.
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TBC
Author's Note: PLEASE tell me what you think. You can
send all comments to Gambit367@aol.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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