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Alpha Male: Starting Over
By <a
href="mailto:ShadowKing367@aol.com">ShadowKing367@aol.com</a> 



Chapter One

My first thought was that this had to be a dream. 

My name is I Black and I am seventeen years old. If you're
wandering, I was emancipated when I was fifteen because I
graduated college at the age of fourteen. My mother was the
Heiress to a fortune that involved diamond mines and that woman
was beyond rich. We're talking billions, and that was all left to
me when she died. Of course I would have given every penny back
if I could have just had a chance to say goodbye. She died
suddenly of an aneurism. It was a shock to all o0f us kids.

I received all that money when I was fifteen and what did I do? I
did what any true redneck from Oklahoma would do. With the money
I had I was able to bribe several places to give me guns early
and I started one hell of a collection when I bought a ranch with
several horses on it. We're talking millions of dollars that were
in secure secret weapons safe.

Most of the guns that I had were illegal for me to own,
especially the fully automatic weapons and explosives. But I was
curious and I wanted to know every bit of information I could
learn about them. I even hired an ex-Navy Seal to teach me every
thing that I needed to know. He was a retied soldier that gladly
took the money I gave him

I suppose I should tell you a few things about myself. I have
raven black hair and a fairly chiseled; do to the four hours a
day that I work out. My personality is a bit on the loner side
and I will admit that I am pretty shy. Unless it comes to
business and then people accused me of being the devil. But that
wasn't really the case; I just had a good head for it.

The last thing I have to say is that I don't have much luck with
women. It always seemed that I would become tongue tied in front
of a beautiful woman. I hated this weakness with a passion. Then
there were the gold-diggers sniffing around and I avoided them
like the plague.

It was odd that I didn't have that much of clue with women
considering that I live with two of them. They were identical
twins and were my sisters. They were both fourteen years old and
they were a hand full. I bribed a judge to get custody of them
and we have never been happier.

Britt was the oldest by mere minutes and she came out with a set
of lungs on her that you wouldn't believe. In fact, I still
thinks she sounds a lot like she did that day just don't say I
said it. Her hobbies are hoarse back riding and cheerleading; she
was the classic prep of the house. But we loved her 
Anyway.

What could I say about my sister Shari? I know it's not nice to
pick favorites. She has a sarcastic voice she loves to use it
when not around family. She also goes to Kenpo classes with me
and actually keeps up. She can actually match me with a sword.
The other funny thing about her is that she curses like a sailor.
Yep, she was defiantly a tomboy and I wouldn't have her any other
way

Enough about my sisters for now, you will see them later.

Concerning the first sentence the one I said I thought I might be
dreaming. Well if you could see what I am seeing then you would
most likely be thinking the same thing. It was completely beyond
my imagination though. I just couldn't believe that I was sitting
here. To tell the truth, it was starting to freak me out more
than a little bit.

Let me tell you what is going on at the moment. I was sitting in
a straight back metal chair and I could only see forward. The
last thing I remember was lifting weights at my Ranch. I was
strapped into the chair so that I could not move my arms or legs
and it was beginning to make me claustrophobic and a lot pissed
off.

That all changed when something happened.

The room I was in looked to be completely reinforced by some hard
material so I doubted that I would be able to escape even if I
got out of the chair. It was really irritating not knowing what
the fuck was going on. That was when something happened that
scared the hell out of me.

Even though the room seemed solid, the wall just seemed to
dematerialize right in front of me at a slow rate. I knew that
that sort of technology was not on earth and I began to have a
wild thought that I was far, far from earth. I hoped that wasn't
the case and a bad imagination at work, but what happened next
shot that theory down.

What walked through the door blew my mind. It was close to eight
feet tall and had four arms. It also had no mouth and beady eyes.
It walked over to me and a chair sprang up directly out of the
floor. The alien took a seat and seemed as relaxed as could be.

<I'm sorry for your discomfort, Devon, but we have decided that
we must talk to you. Rest assured, if you refuse our offer, after
this you will be sent home.> The crinkle in his eyes related that
he was smiling, I hoped.

I went over my options. I could be a smart ass, like I wanted to
be, but I figured that that wouldn't do me much good. I figured
the best way was to cooperate with the telepathic Alien.

"What could you possibly want from me?" I asked as politely as
possible.

<The short answer is that we would like to do an experiment on
you and many other individuals.>

That made panic rise in mew. "What kind of experiments are you
talking about?"

<There is a race of Alien beings called the Tel'Bak that are not
my race, that have decided the human race is going in the wrong
direction for improvement. They have decided to sterilize a
portion of your planet. All government employees will be the
first to die. Then law enforcement. Then everyone religious, save
children. Then the rest that will die will make it so that women
outnumber men twelve to one. The only way to stop this is if we
seed your planet. >

<What I mean is that your planet will wake up and have Psionic
abilities. In case you are wondering what a Psionic is, it is the
top of the food chain, they can read minds, use telekinesis and
start fires with their mind. They are very a very power race>

"At the moment we are awakening three thousand Psionics in each
country in your world. That was one year ago. We know this will
cause a world wide panic but we basically believe that they will
be thinking of something else on there mind besides racism, rape
and killing for the fun of it."

"I get all that, I was just wondering what you want do to me?"

<We want to place a bigger, a much bigger Psionic orb inside of
your head, It would effetely make you one  the most powerful
Psionic on the planet. You're powers will only be matched by a
select few. One of then are what you call the bad guys, the other
two are girls that are very mice.


"What do you want from me?" I asked curiously.

<My race, the Cal'Bol is willing to help you with some of our
technology. But keep in mind, we only wish to help you, so that
you can help others.>

"What kind of help did you have in mind?"

<First of all, beside making you a psionic we're are going to
give you a state the art A.I. system, this so that you can bounce
ideas off the machine intelligence.>

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. They were going to
help me. And I would be damned if I turned them down. I vowed
then and there that I would help my planet as much as possible.
But I still had a nagging thought inside my head. "So you're
telling me that one year has passed since I have been here. Could
you tell me what it is like?"

<I'll be blunt; the Psionics have taken over the world and set a
new world order. Most of the human's are slaves instead of a
Follower. The difference in a slave and a Follower is that slaves
are treated very harshly, such as starvation and beatings.
Followers are different altogether. The followers are very happy
to serve there master and they wouldn't have it any other way.
That is just the life of things.

<There is one more thing that we should discuss before I send you
back. There are Psionics in the world that try to do well. In
fact, I know one of them personally. You will meet her soon. She
already knows where you live. I warn you though that all good
Psionics have two followers themselves, so don't try to insult
them

"So when do I leave to this new world? I'm kind of anxious to get
started."

The alien snapped his finger and the chair reclined so that I was
lying on my back. Then a metal helmet went over my head. All of
the sudden I felt my entire body tingle, especially in my head. I
had a feeing that the Alien did more than make me a Psionic.

When I set back up, very easily at that, I looked at the alien in
confusion. I had never felt this good in my entire life. Seeing
the look on the aliens face confirmed that he did something else.
"What have you done to me spaces-boy?" His voice was calm but he
was as nervous as hell.

I swear the Alien looked at me with a smug look, even if he
didn't have a mouth. <Instead of just improving your mind so that
you would be a Psionic, I also made modifications to you body.
You are now five times stronger than normal human, also not to
mention faster.>

I just sat there in shock. These abilities could go a long way
fro me. Not to mention that I would get all the pussy I wanted,
as long as I treated them right. I tell you, it is really hard
not to let this go to my head but I knew I would try my best. He
had given me the greatest gift that I could possibly have.

Since the chair was unlocked I decided to stand up. It was
amazing, I had so much strength that it felt like I floated up. I
looked around and noticed my eyes were about three times sharper
than normal. I also notice that I put on about fifty pounds of
body muscle.

"Can you tell me about the contact I am supposed to meet?"

<Normally I wouldn't but this time I can tell you it's your
sister Shari.>

"Shari?! She must have been through lot to be able to train me,"
I stated softly. I could hardly believe that was my sister. I
felt bad that she had to ho through do many bad things,

<She has a confirmed kill record of three hundred Psionics and
twenty-three Normals. Yes, she is a very dangerous. However, she
will be the best to train you to kill so that you can protect
your country.>

<There is one more thing that I should tell you before you leave.
I have installed into you what we call The Alfa Male Factor. All
women under the age of twenty five and good looking will be
affected by this.

<Now, I'm afraid our time is up. If you have any questions ask
the A.I She has almost all the knowledge that I do. She is
probably the most sophisticated machine in existence, so I would
suggest you treat her with care.

The next thing I know was that I woke up on my very soft bed and
thought maybe it all was dream. That dream was shattered when I
saw a state of the art computer system setting where mine used to
be. It had a fifty inch color screen monitor and it looked like a
hackers dream.

All the sudden the door busted open and my sister Shari threw
herself on me, sobbing on my chest. When she finally got a hold
of her self where she was just sniffling and she began to tell me
things I know and things I didn't. I couldn't get it out o my
mind how cute she looked in jeans that seemed painted on and a
halter top. I also noticed that her nipples were getting hard
through the top. 

Must be the Alfa Male thing that was doing this to her.

"So, where's Britt" I was starting to miss her.

Shari lowered her eyes and she let the tears fall. "Brit was
killed by the Psionics that run the government. She was speaking
out about how they were taking away our rights. They sent kinetic
blast that blew her head clear off."

I even got a little misty eyed and looked Sheri right in the eye.
"I swear on my blood that I will get even, even if I have to take
a few at time. I'll start with the weakest ones and work my way
up to the stronger ones."

Shari knew I was serious because I never lied when it came to
violence. Of, course, if what I had heard from the alien was
true, Shari had already racked up a very heavy body count. Who
would have thought that my sarcastic sister could be one of the
deadliest killers on the planet?

"You want to hear something funny that's not funny at all?

I shrugged and told her to go on.

The Psionics in the United States call themselves the
Confederation of Psionics. The funny thing is that I already have
a five million dollar bounty on my head," she told me with a
smirk.

"Well, we're going to have to change that, maybe double it. The
first thing that I need to do is train though. Also, I have a
question for you. Is it true that most Psionics treat followers
well, unlike the bad Psionics?

"Yes, it is etiquette to have at least one follower, some have
two, though. I was waiting the year you were gone to get mine.
Now that we are here we can go to the Mall and shop for
followers. I'll lead you through it. It will be part of your
training."

"First thing is first though, telekinesis. She got up and went
and got a pencil and brought it over to the bed. She sat it in
front of him and gave him basic instructions. "Just imagine you
have a third hand and grab the pencil and make it float up.

I did what I was asked and imagined an invisible hand and picked
it up. The damn thing shot up so fast that it was embedded in
ceiling. "Maybe again, with a little less power."

Shari looked a little shocked that I had that much power on my
first try. When she brought me the second pencil I concentrated
on gentleness instead of raw power. This time I watched the
pencil floated up to my face level. I was ecstatic, I had leaned
control. I knew the next things I would have to lift would be
much heavier. 

That was when something caught my eye in the corner of the room.
It seemed like I was drawn to it and it was calling me. I picked
the sheath up and withdrew the blade and noticed it was in
perfect balance. For one I was glad that I took all those sword
fighting classes in Martial Arts. Shari broke him out of his
daydream.

"That was one of the gifts that the Alien left for you. He left
me on too, but it's upstairs. The computer is on your desk there.
I would suggest putting off talking to it until you've had a
couple of hardcore training days. Make no mistake Devon, you will
be killing people.

"Don't worry, sis, I can handle it."

"One more thing before we go. <Can you here this><Loud and
clear.>

"Good, if we are separated we can use that form of
communication."

"There is one thing that I forgot to mention, you can't carry a
gun, only a sword. This rule applies to both sides. They think
that you have no honor if you carry a gun. So you'll just have to
wear the katana?" She said all of this in a rush, like she
expected me to blow up.

So I decided to surprise her.

"All right, I'll carry the sword but were am I supposed to put it
where no one will see?"

"The alien left us leather jackets that stay cool in the summer
and warm in the winter. Best of all is that they have a hitch on
the back to hang your sword. All we have to do is send out a vibe
and the Normal people won't notice. Pretty neat huh?"

I had to admit that I was impressed

Just then Shari left the room for a few minutes and brought back
a worn note book. "This is my complete note book on Telepathy. I
want you to read it before we get started. There are a lot of
useful things in there"

After she saw him put on his leather Jacket and sword she went to
put on hers. With that, she left the room and left him in piece,


I never knew that Shari could be so studious. The book covered
the basics in the front of the book. Then it moved onto moderate
techniques, to advanced techniques. Even though it only took an
hour to read the book, he studied it for another three hours
before he felt confident that he could use the techniques.

The basic technique was easy, It was called suggestion, What it
basically meant was having a person do something anyway. 

The first thing in the book was how to read a person's mind. 

The third and final technique in the book was his favorite and it
just happened to be the hardest of the techniques. To understand
how difficult it is to do a complete rewrite on a person you have
to understand the Psionic grading system. The system goes from 1
to 100. You have to be at least a 90 to be able to do a rewrite.

There is also a rating system for telekinetics, If you can lift
three hundred pounds then you are considered a level sixty, There
has been no records of anyone ever lifting more than that. He
made up his mind to try to beat that record. He had always had a
competitive edge; it was just starting to come out to play.

He just made-up his mind to take a year off to train before he
went after the Rogue Psionics. It was about that time that Shari
came in and see how he was doing. "So, how's it going?"

"It's going great, I think I have the theory down pat," He
replied a little nervously. "I wanted to run something by you."

"Shoot."

" I was thinking that I should take a year off before I start the
war in earnest . I would still kill random bad Psionics, but I
wanted to put the war off for a year so that I can train."

"I think that's a great idea. You wouldn't be much use
untrained," she stated. At least he is not running head first
like he used to do in the fights at school.

"So are we heading for the mall?"

"You want a follower pretty bad, huh?"

I just blushed a little in the face. "I just wanted to see if I
could do a rewrite on her, it's an interesting subject."

"I bet," Shari replied with a smirk. "All right, I'll stop
teasing you. First top is the mall; the next stop is at a friend
of mine. We're picking her up out of the house because she is a
Psionic and her parents do not want her. She has no where to go
and I offered her a place to stay. I hope you don't mind?"

I was pissed. I couldn't believe parents could be so fucking
cruel. "Of course she can stay, as long as she likes, how old is
she anyway."

"She's twelve years old."

That just made me madder. 

Pretty soon they were on the road in a Ford Explorer. It took
twenty minutes to get to the mall. The place was packed. However,
they should have expected that since it was Friday, They both got
out of the Explorer and headed though the throng of people in the
mall.

I could not believe how many people were here. I was having a
hard time picking someone out when I finally found her. She was
an Asian American. He scanned her mind and found out that she was
an orphan and ran away from an abusive foster father. She was
perfect for me. And to top it off she was an expert in Kenpo. She
would be a valuable asset.

Of course, it helped that she was drop dead gorgeous in skin
tight shorts and a black tank top. He sent a message to Shari to
watch the janitor's door while I did my business. The girl's name
was Amy Chan. He mentally sent her a mental command to trust him
completely and follow him into a rather large Janitor's room.

Amy just looked up at him with friendliness and confusion. That
was when he dove into her mind. There were a lot of horrible
memories there. He replaced them with happy images of himself and
her having a good time. He also made her nipples and clit more
sensitive. This was very advanced. Not everybody could pull this
off. Finally he gave her the command that she would enjoy what
ever he asked her to do.

Now for the acid test. "Amy, would you like to have sex with
me?"

That was all that it took. I watched her peel off her shorts and
noticed that she was shaved. As interesting as watching her get
undressed, I decided to get undressed myself.

After we were both undressed we moved in for a very passionate
kiss. Then I started moving down her neck to her delectable
breasts, At this point she was moaning quite loudly....



Shari completely understood that I wanted to bring Amy home with
us. But before she did that, she decided to do a complete scan on
Amy to see if I made any mistakes. It took her ten minutes, but
when she was finished she was pale and shaking slightly. She took
a long drink of a soda she bought before she started talking.

"Congratulations, you just reached level 100 of Telepathy. That
was the most complete rewrite that I have ever seen. Her entire
being is completely revolved around you. She lives to make you
happy. If she is away from you for more than two weeks, she will
go insane."

That statement freaked me out more than a little.

But I tried my best to put it out of my mind for now. Right now I
had a twelve year old girl to worry about. From what I heard they
can be quite a handful. I just hoped that I could handle it;
after all, I'm only seventeen. It shouldn't be to bad, right?

All right I was a little nervous. I was never good with kids and
I hoped this one would be different. She was a Psionic after all.
If she grew up reading adults minds then it would stand to reason
that she gained some more maturity than most kids her age, or at
least I hoped she did. I really, really hoped that was the case.

I looked in the back seat and saw Amy sitting there serenely with
a smile on her face. She could look more content. I wish I could
feel that way.

All the sudden we pulled into a story house with a girl sitting
out on the porch with a duffle bag beside her. She had light
brown hair and the eyes are as clear as a clear blue sky. She was
wearing a men's button up shirt that was unbuttoned with a
t-shirt under it. On top of that she was wearing a leather jacket
that had so many zippers it was unbelievable.

Yep, this girl was going through a rebel phase.

When Shari moved up to the girl, the girl launched herself at her
friend and was hugging the life out of her. "They kicked me out,
Shari. They actually kicked me out... for floating a damn
pencil!" She had tears coming down her cheeks as she told what
happened.

"Shh, it will be OK, baby. You can live with us as long as you
want."

Finally when they broke up, I stuck out my hand. "I'm Devon
Black."

While she was shaking my hand she gave me her name." Cindy
Wilson."

I don't know what it was about her but I liked her immediately.
She had personality and charisma in spades. She reminded me of my
best friend in grade school. Hell, they even sort of dressed the
same. As I watched her, I saw her face change into a mask of
happiness to hide her pain. Once again, I wanted to go into the
parents' house and severely fuck them up.

"Oh, I forgot, this is Amy and she is my follower."

"It's nice to meet you," she replied in an enthusiastic smile.



















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