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From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke)
Subject: RP Kinetics (mff sf/sh/mc) 02/10
Disclaimer :
Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or
If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual
Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations
Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are
STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the
activities described here wouldn't be suicidal.
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Chapter 2 Dark Shadows
The college I was attending had seen a recent outbreak
of random beatings and attacks. The school newspaper
was reporting almost daily that some young male or
female student had been attacked. Males were beaten
and stripped. Forced to limp back to their dorms naked
and humiliated. Females were also man handled, mauled,
degraded and eventually stripped and released. So far
there had not been a rape or a death but everyone felt
that the attacks were advancing in that direction.
The victims could only say that they had been attacked
by a large group of men. Sometimes as few as four,
other times as many as eight. They attacked from the
dark in masks dragging their victims to a secluded area
where they could continue their ugly fun. They were
cruel and vicious and seemed to treat their actions as
a game. There was no pattern and no useful physical
description for the police.
Accusations had been made and refuted. The
fraternities were fearfully watching each other. They
feared some group within their ranks could be the
culprit. The Chancellor was claiming that the attacks
were the work of city gangs coming onto the campus.
Others embraced the theory that a secret society or
club had formed. Some said it was Heavy Metal Head
Bangers or Nazi Skinheads. Others claimed it was rich
society snobs acting out their power fantasies.
Everyone agreed there was a problem. Stepped up
security and patrols didn't seem to have any affect.
The number of students reporting they had been attacked
kept climbing. A palpable sense of fear and worry
seemed to settle on the campus. Students began to
travel in groups after dark.
Observing all this, I was tempted to try my hand at
crime fighting. After all I did have super powers of a
sort. I finally decided to let the cops handle it
though. Getting involved might expose me and what I
could do. That label of Monster and Freak was always
just a moment away.
My roommate, Alan Bower, was the social animal that I
sometimes wished I could be. In the six months we had
lived together, I had seen Alan dating over 14 girls.
Even as a Freshman he seemed to get invited to all the
best Fraternity and off campus parties. He was on the
swim team and seemed to draw beautiful women in like
flies. More than once I had either walked in on Alan
and a half or fully, naked girl or been stopped at my
own door by the moans coming through it. Moans that
had sent me back to the library for some more study and
to give my roommate some privacy.
I envied Alan his way with the ladies but mostly I had
formed a deep friendship for the wild young man. There
was actually mutual respect between the two of us.
Alan had witnessed my transformation since arriving the
first day of school and was impressed with my drive to
improve myself.
Alan had just started dating a girl that he had met
from the Girl's diving team. Yvette Forman was so
gorgeous that I often found himself staring, whenever
she dropped by. I wasn't alone. Yvette was a Junior
and a campus personality. Everyone knew and loved her,
or lusted after her. She was vice-president of her
Sorority. She was a straight A dean's list student in
Computer Information Science. She was built like a
model with jet Black hair, perfect measurements, large
bust, a classically beautiful face, tiny feet, long
legs.... I could have written books about her. The
thing I found most attractive about Yvette was her
honest friendliness. She was a good person, she
listened to people and she cared. If she hadn't been
my best friend's girl friend and so out of my league it
wasn't funny, I might have even dared to smile at her.
One Friday night, soon after Alan and Yvette started
dating, I had been studying alone, as usual, when the
RM (Residence Manager) had banged on my door.
"Christ Josh! Come quick. You've got to get down to
the Health Center!! Alan and Yvette got attacked!" he
yelled.
I sprinted from the dorm. The campus was a blur as I
ran the half mile to the Health Center. As I got there
I could see that the town police and campus security
were outside arguing about what to do. I burst in
through the emergency entrance and ran down the hall to
the room with the people waiting anxiously outside.
Using my telekinesis I cleared a path and ran directly
into the large examination room. I was not ready for
the what I found there.
Doctors were working frantically on Alan. He was
bleeding from multiple cuts on his face and chest. Both
of his eyes were black and puffy and blood appeared to
be leaking from between the lids. Worse than any of
this though was his legs. His legs had been broken.
The bones were shattered and sticking out through the
skin. He was unconscious but obviously still in
agonizing pain.
The horror of what had been done to my friend had
hardly registered when I finally caught sight of
Yvette. She was sitting, crouched in a corner wrapped
in a blanket. Her face was dirty and smudged with
blood. Her hair was in wild disarray. It was her eyes
though that gave me the greatest shock. They were wide
open, staring but unseeing, the whites visible all
around. As a doctor tried to approach her she went
totally insane.
She screamed "Don't touch me! No more! Stop it you
bastards!!!! NNNNNNooooooooooooo!!!!". She was
spitting and growling and coughing and hiccuping and
throwing up and thrashing and hitting anyone who came
near her. Even from thirty feet away, I could tell she
was naked and bruised under the blanket. She had been
raped. Raped and beaten. Tears streamed from my eyes
as I tried to control my anger. My eyes snapped to a
garbage can in the corner.
"How could someone do this" I thought. Rage beat
within my heart.
"Nooooooooooo!! STOPPP IIIT PLEEEASSE" Yvette
screamed and screamed.
The garbage can imploded with a crash turning into a
small ball of twisted metal.
While everyone was distracted, I reached out and
telekinetically squeezed the carotid arteries in
Yvette's neck. Her eyes rolled up as the blood flow to
her brain was cut off, and she passed out. I released
the arteries and watched as the Doctors rushed in to
help the girl. I didn't know what Yvette needed but
she needed help. Now, maybe, they would be able to
help her.
They were taking Alan off to surgery and nurses were
tugging at me to remove me from the room. The entire
building quaked for just a moment and then settled.
Everyone looked up. I released my breath, shrugged off
the hand on my shoulder and left the room. People
moved out of my way as I left. I'm sure there was a
very dangerous feel about me that night.
I only had one thought on my mind, "SOMEONE was going
to pay for this".
To be continued ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
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