As Jonny walked off to explore his regained powers once more, someone else headed towards the hill he had been sitting on. That person was Mark, an 18 year old caucasian boy with short, spikey brown hair who stood at around 5"11. He had been wandering around looking for his friends, who seemed to be late. Mark was loving the college lifestyle and, more importantly, the joys that came with being 18 now. However, in terms of education, he wasn't doing as well as he could. His classmates had also began to notice some of his weird mannerisms, particularly his warped humour and the way he always tried compete with his best friend Jake in accents. He felt like he needed a break, particularly as he found himself pretty broke without a part time job. Little did he know, his luck was about to change.
As he sat down upon the hillside and looked over the campus, Mark noticed a little hole nearby to him. Curiosity caused him to wonder what lay down there. Looking down, he saw a slight green glowing. There seemed to be some kind of shimering stone buried down there. Mark reached his hand down and, after much prodding, he pulled out the stone. Looking upon it brefiely, Mark noticed it's shiny, emerald like quality. Thats when a wave of power hit him and he began to hear a voice in his head.
<i> 'Use these powers well traveller for we couldn't' <i>
Mark began to feel a rush of power flow through his system before the voice faded and the stone stopped glowing. "Wait! I don't fully undertstand yet!" Mark called out as he still felt confused about what had happened. Yet there was nothing, no more voice, no more glowing. Just Mark sitting upon the hillside. Mark knew inside though that he had power flowing through him. The power to control people. He began to try and delve into this new found knowledge but before he could deduct it further, he saw his friends down below him. Mark had managed to keep some close friends in College. His friends Jake and Charlie were old school friends whilst the two girls, Tasha and Samantha, he met in college.
Jake was a well loved, 18 year old young man, with dirty blonde hair and a growing stuble. He had the ability to get on with anyone, despite his sometimes nerdy manerisms. He was also a rising voice actor, his ability to pull off accents flawless. Mark tried to imitate him at times but couldn't match his skill. The other boy was Charlie. At 6"4, Charlie definatly towered above many in the college. He was a slightly scrawny and shy guy however, who kept to himself unless around his friends. He was kind in nature and massive on sport, football (soccer) being his main passtime. Tasha was the first of the two girls he'd met. She was quite short at 5"6 but what she lakced in height, she made up for in personality. She had long, brunette hair, a curvy body and larage, DD boobs. She was also very pretty. There were times when Mark had thought about her in ways a friend perhaps shouldn't, but of course, nothing had happened. The other girl was Samanatha. She was a slightly indie come emo chick who easily matched Jake and Mark in height. Her short hairstyle was currently purple. She was pretty skinny and had only B Cup boobs. She also sported a few written word tattoo's. She had been best friends with Tasha for years. At 20, she was also the oldest of the group.
Mark began approached the group and they all began casually chatting as they so often did. Mark was eager to try out his new powers however, his curiosity growing even more as time passed. Eventually, he decided he wanted to try it on one of his friends. But which one? indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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