Picking the kid is probably the best, James thought. One thing, is that kids have little to no willpower and they are easier to overpower since they are younger. Luckily for James, the kid is distracted with his phone. The element of surprise is at his hand but the only problem is, how can he do it without alerting the three other guys at the car. James stood silent as he came up with a rather dangerous idea.
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“What was that?” The driver said. The other passengers are too distracted to notice that something nudged at the back of the car. Come to think of it, the three other passengers felt that the car is wriggling a lot. With most of the vibrations coming from the right backside of the car. The driver slowed down and signaled to the other drivers that he is going to take a halt at the nearest clearing.
Once properly parked, all occupants of the car went outside to see that one of the tires somehow deflated.
“We just vulcanized that tire before we left. Don’t tell me it’s punctured.” The shotgun grumbled.
“Don’t worry. Just sit back and I’ll look into this.” The driver assured. He went to the trunk and procured several tools to fix the current conundrum.
James saw this as a chance. He unlatched himself from the underside of the car and followed the smallest feet he could see. In a bit of luck, the little runt decided to have himself some nature trek in the nearest woods. James elongated himself like a snake and slithered through the grass, still like a snake. The boy went farther and farther but not without the eye contact of one of his guardian. He looked around the green and brown surroundings and found himself a dry stump. He flicked away bits of dirt away from the stump and sat on its woody surface and proceeded to fiddle back with his phone. On the other hand, James slithered neared and nearer until he was a mere movement away until he could touch the boy. In one silent but deadly strike, he coiled himself around the boy’s face like the face hugger from the Alien movies. The driver was too preoccupied with finding objects that could have punctured the car wheel, while shotgun was too busy watching the driver and lastly, the teen was still fiddling with his social media. This gave James the chance to focus on possessing the boy and dominating his already feeble mind. Liter by liter, James entered the boy’s orifices. All the while, he felt the tingle that made him connect with the boy’s mind. In rush he never felt before, another set of memories, different than his own, entered his mind. His name is Stan Woods, age 12 and skilled in playing soccer. He had a brother named Ian Woods, age 19, lanky and one of the rare handsome nerds. His father is named Jonathan Woods, age 48 and he is the driver of the car. The shotgun was surprisingly their father’s husband. Well, 2nd husband. His name is Oliver Sparrow, age 32 and Stan seems to think that he is a secret superhero judging from the cool name.
With one blink, a thousand sensations returned at once to James. The smell of pine and decaying wood. The sound of the tools and the frustrated groans of his superhero father. He could taste the lingering flavor a bacon and egg breakfast they had. And he could feel the heat of his body against the gradual cold.
“I’m this kid.” James muttered in Stan’s high pitched but somehow cute voice. “I’m a fucking kid.” He silently screamed.
In just a matter of hours, James’ life was flipped not just upside down but splashed everywhere. He read stories online about this kind of powers. He joined groups with other people with the same interests. Together, they made stories, illustrations and captions doing this exact same thing. But now, it’s not on the realms of imagination anymore but a power he could truly use for himself. At his phone, a cartoon was playing on Youtube and this means that the phone has data. James could reveal himself with his circle of Internet friends and maybe, he could meet up with them.
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