--===Marcus's Power (1 of 16)===--
 
-===Marcus' Power===-
 
-=by Matrix=-
 
-=Author's Note=-
 
This story is a pure work of fiction. It does contain explicate sex scenes in
it. But it also contains a plot. If either of those things offend you please
read no further. This first chapter does not have any sex in it. It's mostly
set up. This is my first mind control story so I would appreciate it if you
would tell me what you think.
 
I got the inspiration for this story from another story I read. It was called
_CAMP: Ron's Journey_ and it was written by a very talented writer that goes
by the name of Net Wolf. I really thought that story was great and if I would
recommend a good MC story it would be that one.
 
-=Chapter 1=-
 
Marcus Williams was not your average teenage boy, that much was for certain.
His looks were average enough though. He had light blonde hair and crystal
blue eyes that almost seemed supernatural. He was in good shape, but this was
not because he worked out. It was because it just came natural. At seventeen
years of age, his body was cut with muscle and he never worked out or played
sports.
 
His good looks came as natural as his silence and shyness did. That was his
problem. Marcus was just to damn shy. His adopted mother once said that he had
a dark spirit. It was just a joke, but she hit closer to home than she
realized. Marcus had a problem with trusting anyone. But he also had good
reason for this.
 
Marcus was thrown into the world of foster care when he was just an infant. In
his time, he had been through nine different foster care homes. Marcus had
been taken out of four of them for severe mental and physical abuse. Some of
them beat him until he was hospitalized and there was two of them that
actually stabbed him several times.
 
Over the years, Marcus put up a sort of mental shield that nobody could
penetrate. He did this so that none of the ridicules or harsh words would
affect him. But in doing so, he also locked out the people that wanted to help
him. Marcus loved no one for years. Then came a woman by the name of Kathy
Williams.
 
This woman took him out of foster care and adopted him. The people around him
called it foster care but he called it "Hell's Outhouse". But what ever you
call it, this woman had saved him from the hell that he endured. He was eleven
when she came. Marcus was very skeptical of her at first, to say the least.
 
But over the six year period, he began to open up to her little by little.
Marcus did admire the woman. She had both beauty and spirit. She hardly ever
disciplined him, mainly because he never gave reason, and when she did; it was
just being grounded. The woman never raised a hand to him. Never.
 
Marcus often found himself looking at her. Taking in her beauty. Kathy had
long lustrous black hair that went down to the middle of her back and emerald
green eyes that a boy could get lost in if he was not careful. She was in her
mid thirties but had the body of a model that was in her twenties. Her breasts
were rather large, but they stood firm. Marcus liked looking at such beauty.
It seemed to settle his mind.
 
The thing that amazed Marcus the most was the fact that she was single when
she had adopted him. The heiress to her father's fortune. Kathy had all that
money, but she wanted a child. Well, she already had a child. A daughter. But
she wanted a son as well. The daughter she had was a year younger than Marcus.
 
The girl she had was full of spit and vinegar. She named her Elizabeth, but
for some reason everyone called her Mouse. Which was quite odd because she was
anything but quite at the age of sixteen. She had already been kicked out of
school several times for cursing and fighting. This girl would fight anyone on
the drop of a dime.
 
Her beauty matched her outlandish behavior though. She had short and sassy
black hair and deep blue eyes. At the age of sixteen she had curves that made
the girls at their school green eyed with envy. She was a little over endowed
in the chest department. Being a die hard Tom-boy, she of course hated this.
She liked to wear big T-shirts and tight jeans. Even with the money her mother
had, Mouse preferred to dress in less expensive clothes.
 
Because of her outlandish rebelling against most figures of authority, Marcus
took an instant interest to her. He would not speak to Mouse or her mother
that first year. But he started to open up little by little as he watched
their actions. He liked to watch Mouse closely. She was always unpredictable
and he loved her for it.
 
After a while he opened up to Mouse the most. Within two years, she was his
best and only friend. He told her things that he never dreamed of telling
anyone. They would often sneak into each others rooms late at night just to
discuss their dreams and fears. Their conversations would last for hours at a
time. It would be safe to say that Marcus loved her more than anything else in
the world.
 
Marcus was strange in other ways as well. He never dressed in anything that
was not black. He usually dressed in black button-up Faded Glory shirts. He
preferred black Levi jeans and there was something else that he never went
without. Well, actually there are two things that he never went without
wearing.
 
The first was a pair of small, round and mirror plated sunglasses. They were
just big enough to cover his eyes and keep light out. He wore these for two
reasons. The first was that he was a firm believer that you could read almost
any emotion in a person's eyes and he did not like showing emotion. The second
was that his eyes were sensitive to light for some cause. Never the less,
people thought it strange he wore them day and night.
 
The second item was a necklace. It looked to be a piece of smoked crystal with
a golden claw attached to the silver necklace part that went around his neck.
He has had it for as long as he can remember. He don't remember getting it and
he had a sneaking suspicion that who ever gave him up for adoption put it on
him. He thought that it was a miracle no one tried to take it when he was
smaller.
 
Marcus thought that he had come to the calm part of his life in the spring of
'95. Everything was going his way and it seemed that life had finally been set
into a firm rut for him. That things might be this way forever and he really
did not mind. This was the first time that life had swayed to his favor and he
wanted it to stay that way.
 
He woke on that fateful Monday morning to the blare of a very loud alarm
clock. It was that dreaded time for him. He had to go to school. It was not
that he did not like learning, in fact, he had read more books than most of
his teachers. Marcus hated school because of the people that were there. It
was not because he was afraid of them, Marcus was not much afraid of anything.
He just didn't trust them.
 
He crawled out of bed and got dressed in his usual attire. He looked at
himself in the mirror before he slipped his shirt on and realized that he was
more muscular than most boys his age. It puzzled him as to why. With this
puzzlement, he slipped his shirt on. Then he reached and slipped on his mirror
plated shades.
 
Marcus walked out of his bedroom and headed down stairs. The closer he got he
could smell beacon cooking. He thought this was odd sense he knew that Kathy
was not home. She left last night to help a friend in need. Her friend's
husband died in a car crash, so she was going to lend support.
 
When he made it down stairs he seen Mouse standing over the stove. She was
wearing a large AC/DC T-shirt and a pair of tight blue jeans. She was just
standing there moving the beacon around in the pan. Marcus just stood stalk
still and looked at her through his mirror plated shades.
 
'She's an angel in disguise, I swear it!' he thought with amusement. He often
said corny things like that to himself.
 
Mouse just happened to look up from the cooking pan or she would have never
noticed Marcus standing there. Marcus could move as silently as a ghost. He
was most defiantly the most quite and intelligent person she knew.
 
"Good morning ugly! Do I have something green growing out of me? I must have
by the way you stare!" She said with a coy smile.
 
"Mouse, darling, you are good at many a things. But cooking is not one of
them." Marcus said in a low and charming voice. Mouse had learned long ago,
Marcus said everything in a low voice and pity yourself if you didn't hear
him. Because he won't repeat.
 
"Hey! Don't knock what you ain't tried!" Mouse said with predatory smile that
showed of her beautiful teethe.
 
"Are you saying that your cooking breakfast for Me?" Marcus said with that
same low charm. He liked going on with Mouse because she was the only person
he could really do that with.
 
"Well... Yea, I suppose. I'm gonna play MOM. Now be a good boy!" She said,
shaking the fork she was holding at him.
 
"I was hoping you were playing the part of the wife." Marcus said as he
slipped into a chair at the table with casual grace. He even chuckled at his
statement.
 
"Your impossible!" Mouse said as she blushed slightly. She had coined the
phrase about Marcus, 'That he is good at Psychological Terrorism'. Because he
could twist your mind until it screamed.
 
"I apologize. You just look to cute in the morning." he said with a chuckle.
Mouse was used to his compliments. She also knew that (to her dismay) he would
never act on them.
 
"Do you want your beacon on bread or just a plate? Or maybe I should just hand
feed you!" She said with a chuckle. She always tried to make him blush but has
never been able to catch him off guard. This was no exception.
 
"Do what you will, fair child." He said quoting a poem that he once read.
 
She put the beacon on a plate and slid it across the table to him. "Here's
your food smart ass!" She said with a care free laugh.
 
Marcus just looked at the beacon passively and then back at Mouse. "Were's
your food?" He asked with a arch of an eye brow.
 
"I'll cook me something in a minute."She said as she took a seat across from
Marcus.
 
"You can have this plate. I'm not all that hungry." He said sliding the plate
over to her.
 
"Your not going to eat my cooking? Asshole." She said picking up a piece of
the beacon.
 
"How long have I lived with you?" Marcus said with a touch of coyness in his
voice.
 
"Six and a half years, but it seems a hell of a lot LONGER!" She said with a
chuckle and took a bite of beacon.
 
"Have you ever seen me eat in the morning?" He said with a slight smile and in
that moment Mouse thought he looked like a young Brad Pitt.
 
"OK, your off the hook this time. But if Mom ain't back by tonight, you still
have to endure the torment of my dinner plans!" She said trying to use big
words. She liked to think she could match him in intelligence. But she knew
that there was no way in hell of that happening in this century.
 
Marcus only nodded and went into deep thought as he usually did. He thought of
the local school bully. The bully went by the name of Danny Miller. He had
promised Marcus that he was going to kick his ass today. It all started
because he shoved Marcus into the lockers and Marcus being Marcus did not say
anything or throw a swing at him.
 
What Danny did not know was that a teacher seen the whole thing and took Danny
to the office. The principal kicked him out for three days. Danny blames
Marcus for some unknown and very unrealistic reason. Or at least Marcus
thought that it was very unrealistic. Mouse did not know about any of this.
 
".....Marcus. Earth to Marcus!" Mouse repeated a little louder.
 
Marcus looked up at her and gave the impression that she had his attention.
 
"I asked if you cared if Jenny came over and stayed the night?" She said with
a mild look of annoyance
 
"I don't care, if you don't." He said with a sigh.
 
"Good, cause I talked to her on the phone last night and she said that her
parents have been fighting for days. She wants a break from it." Mouse said
with a touch of sadness.
 
Marcus had slipped back into deep thought. He was trying to figure out what to
do about Danny. The bully thinks Marcus won't hit back. The reason being, that
Marcus did not strike back when shoved. What Danny did not know was that
Marcus could hit a hell of a lot harder than he could and that Marcus was a
hell of a lot more dangerous. Marcus knew this though. Lately it felt like he
was holding back a freight train of power.
 
Marcus had seen and felt more pain than this pathetic bully could ever dream
of dealing out. Marcus just did not know how to deal with the bully. If he
dealt to harshly with him, HE would be expelled. Marcus, above all, did not
want to disappoint his beloved adopted mother Kathy and getting kicked out
would surely disappoint her.
 
"What are ya thinkin' about Marcus? How your going to flirt with Jenny when
she gets here?" Mouse said with a wide smile.
 
"Hardly. You know I only have eyes for you." Marcus said with a mock puppy dog
face.
 
"Seriously, What's on your mind? You've been sitting there staring off into
space for five minutes." Mouse said with a touch of worry to her voice.
 
'What the hell. I might as well tell her' Marcus thought.
 
"I might have to put someone in the hospital today." Marcus said with a low
voice that was almost a whisper.
 
At first Mouse started to smile, thinking he was just playing with her head.
But then she remembered that Marcus NEVER joked about violence. He had been
through to much to have the heart to do that. She noticed with dismay that
Marcus had that dark and brooding look he gets when he is trying to figure out
a tough problem.
 
"Why? Who is it? Marcus your not the violent type! You'll get hurt!" Mouse
said this with passion in her voice. She was positive that he had never been
in a fight. She could not see him raise his hand against anyone. It was not
his style. She herself had been in several fights though.
 
Marcus gave a very capricious smile that sent a chill down Mouse's spine.
 
"I'm a better fighter than you! If your gonna get into a scrape then I'm gonna
help!" She said with a look Marcus could only describe as vanity.
 
Marcus looked directly into Mouse's eyes and said "So you'll fight Danny
Miller?" He said this with a dead calm voice that was firm and as loud as his
voice ever got. Which was the normal loudness of a normal person speaking.
 
Mouse could see the color drain from her face in Marcus's mirror plated shades.
 
"Danny Miller is the toughest kid in the whole fucking school!" Mouse said
rather loudly.
 
Marcus just bowed his head and smiled to himself. Mouse was making to much out
of a school yard scrape.
 
"Promise me that you will stay away from him today." Mouse said with an
expectant look. She knew that if she could get him to promise, that he would
keep it. Marcus never broke promises.
 
"You know, when I was 10, I got stabbed four times by my foster mother because
I did not do the dishes. When I was 8, my foster father broke my leg with a
baseball bat because I failed to clean my room. I have other little facts like
that, that you don't want to hear. The point is that I'm not scared of a hyped
up school bully." Marcus said this with a small and sad grin. It was the first
time that he told Mouse a little of his past.
 
Mouse had tried on numerous occasions to get him to tell her what happened to
him in foster care but he would either get a sad look on his face and tell her
she didn't want to know; or he would get a sad face and fall into silence for
days. The silence was what made her quit asking questions.
 
Mouse did not know what to say to this. She knew Marcus well enough to know
that if she showed him pity, he would never reveal his past experiences with
her again. She wanted to know more about him, so she just sat their quietly
and said nothing. As did Marcus. She hated silent and awkward moments like
this.
 
Then with out notice, Marcus said "Well, if we don't get going we will be
late. Kathy would ground us for a month and never leave us alone again if that
happened." Marcus said with a small and impish grin as he stood up.
 
"Yea, like you ever get grounded! You have Mom wrapped around your fucking
pinkie." She said with a small chuckle and headed for the door.
 
Marcus just gave her a warm and charming smile as he followed her out the
door. Marcus always followed slightly behind her when in public. Neither he or
Mouse knew why. That's just the way it was. He still had the problem of Danny
Miller rolling around his head, but he tried to ignore it.
 
The crisp morning air felt good to him. It was little a chilly, but not enough
for a coat. The school was not that far away from their house, so they always
walked it. Marcus rather enjoyed walking. He could always think better on his
feet and now was a definite time to be thinking.
 
Mouse had bugged Kathy about getting her a car ever since she turned sixteen,
but Kathy told her that she would have to buy her own car. It was not because
she could not afford it, it was because she would feel bad if one of them got
in a wreck. Especially if the got in a wreck in the car she bought.
 
Neither of them spoke when they walked to school. Marcus was silent because he
was in deep thought and Mouse was silent because she did not like to disturb
Marcus's thinking. She knew he was trying to think of a answer to the problem
of Danny Miller. She really hoped he would figure out a way to get out of the
fight.
 
Just then they seen a tall boy that was rather chubby and had red hair,
walking towards them. They were a couple of blocks away from the school. She
immediately recognized the boy as Danny Miller. She guessed that Danny was not
as stupid as she thought. He was not going to get caught in a fight on school
property.
 
Marcus never slowed his pace for one second. His face was set in a stern way.
Marcus did not slow his pace, but Mouse did. She fell slightly behind him, but
she was still close. She did not know what to make of the situation. She knew
for a fact that she would be no match for Danny Miller. Like it or not, she
was a girl.
 
Marcus himself was preparing his mind for battle. It was sort of the way he
did it before he got beat by foster care parents. Marcus knew that Danny was
bigger but Danny was also slow and fat. Marcus on the other hand was lean with
cut muscle. Marcus really wanted to avoid a violent conflict at all costs
though. He hated hurting people. That was just the way Marcus was built.
 
Danny was the type of person that thrived on beating up people that were
smaller and weaker than him. He had put a couple in the hospital, so Marcus
knew that he had to defend himself if provoked. Despite himself, Marcus was
nervous as hell. The nervousness came from the fear of the consequences of his
actions though.
 
They were less than fifty yards from one another now. Then something strange
happened as Marcus approached the bully. A peculiar tingling sensation came to
the base of his skull, right were the neck met the head. With each step he
took, the sensation grew in intensity and width. It began to spread to his
temples. This sensation was not painful, in fact it was rather pleasant.
 
Marcus tried to ignore the sensation and concentrate on the problem at hand.
He was now only 20 yards away from Danny and for some reason his focus seemed
to sharpen. His concentration on Danny became almost clinical. Marcus could
feel that something was going to happen.
 
"Marcus, don't do this!" Mouse said from behind him, but Marcus hardly noticed
her. His stride was still strong and his concentration was stronger.
 
The tingling sensation had almost doubled as he came toward Danny. Then when
the two boys were only five feet away from one another, Danny stopped. The
simple minded boy obviously wanted to say something.
 
"Hey fuck nuts! Were do ya think your goin'?" Danny said with a rather large
grin.
 
"Danny, don't you touch him!" Mouse yelled at him and was trembling with anger.
 
"Shut the fuck up you dyke bitch! This is between me and fuck nuts here. Isn't
it? I got a score to settle with you!" Danny said and began to close the gap
between them.
 
Before he got closer than a step, Marcus said "This is a bad idea. You should
really back off." Marcus said this in a very low and deadly voice.
 
After he said it he felt that strange tingling sensation leave from him like a
power. For some strange reason he could almost feel it jump off him and strike
Danny. It did not strike him like a fist would though. It seemed to strike his
resolve. Danny stopped dead in his tracks only about two feet from Marcus with
a strange look on his face.
 
Danny shook his head, as if trying to clear fuzziness that Marcus knew nothing
about. His eyes were out of focus for a few seconds, but then they began to
clear. Then he gave almost a comic look of fear to Marcus. He backed up a few
steps then. Danny was looking at Marcus almost like Marcus was death itself
 
"L-L-Look, I-I'm sorry. It was my fault..." Danny stuttered and then turned
and walked rather rapidly in the opposite direction.
 
This puzzled the hell out of Marcus because he knew that Danny NEVER backed
down in a fight. Especially with someone smaller. 'What the hell was that
tingling sensation? Why didn't Danny attack?' Marcus thought with great
confusion.
 
"What the hell?!?" Mouse said in a statement rather than a question. She was
just as confused as Marcus, but showed it more.
 
"Never mind. We got to get moving or we will be late." Marcus said in a voice
that had a little nervousness to it. He knew that talking about it would only
confuse him more. Marcus knew that he had THINK on this allot.
 
Marcus then started back walking the way they started out. Danny had already
made it off the block. Marcus walked with his hands in his pockets and his
head bowed down. Mouse knew that Marcus walked like this when he was in VERY
deep thought. So with that in mind, she said nothing.
 
When they got to school, everything seemed to be as usual. Mouse's friend
Jenny ran up to them and told them that Danny was gunning for Marcus. She had
obviously had not heard what happened. Mouse was about to tell her the story
when Marcus lowered his shades to look her directly in the eyes. This was his
signal for her to drop it. Marcus got REALLY serious about few things. But
when he was, he looked you in the eyes.
 
Marcus took a quick note of the girl that stood before him. She had shoulder
length brown hair and puppy dog eyes. Jenny was a pretty nice person in
general, but she gave Marcus flutters in his stomach. He thought of her as
very attractive girl and wondered if Mouse would have invited her home if she
had this information.
 
"So your Mom don't care that I stay over? The only reason my parents are
letting me is because they don't know that you have a brother." She said with
a little chuckle and winked at Marcus.
 
"No, my Mom won't care. You know how big our house is. She'd be glad to have
the company. Problem is, she might not be there tonight." Mouse said with a
look of contemplation on her angelic face.
 
"So what your saying is, there will be NO parental supervision?" Jenny said
this with a look of excitement, along with mischievous looking smile.
 
"I guess so! Can you sneak a bottle of whisky out of your parent's house?"
Mouse said, starting to catch on. Jenny wanted them to get drunk tonight.
 
Mouse then looked over at Marcus. His head was still bowed and his hands still
in his pockets. Marcus was, basically, still in deep thought. 'I felt that
power when I focused really hard, maybe I can reproduce it' he thought with a
slight smile.
 
Marcus was a smart boy. He knew that what ever he felt a while ago was
connected to Danny's sudden fright of him. He also knew that he had to do some
tests. The problem was that he didn't want to do them on Mouse. He had to much
respect for her to do that. He had to come up with a different test subject.
Then he made a promise to do some tests on Jenny tonight. Despite his shyness,
he knew he was still a horny teen.
 
He thought this with a rather large smile. "I'm going to head towards class.
I'll see you guys later." Marcus said and started to walk off.
 
"Marcus, before you go, what do you think of getting drunk tonight?" Mouse
asked with obvious excitement on her face.
 
"What ever makes you happy." Marcus said with a coy grin and started to walk
off from the two girls.
 
His first class was Science and he rather hated Science. Well, he did not hate
Science, he just hated Science class. The teacher Mr. Robinson always called
on him when no one else knew the answer. Marcus always knew the answer of
course, but he hated talking in front of that many people.
 
Marcus was the first one in the class, as usual. He liked to see people
coming. He didn't like walking up to them. Plus, it insured his spot in the
back of the class. He liked to have his back to the wall and his eyes on the
door. It was just the survival instinct he developed in Hell's Outhouse.
 
After awhile the class started to fill up and the bell rang, signaling that
who ever was not there, was late. Marcus took the seat in the back corner that
was close to the wall. It was the seat he always took. The kids beside him
were classified as the "cool" kids. Marcus just sat there as the Mr. Robinson
explained Atoms.
 
Marcus decided to do a little experiment right then and there. There was a kid
beside him by the name of Jimmy Goodman. There was nothing good about this boy
though. He was always making fun of Marcus about something or another. The
insults never effected Marcus though. He still thought it would be nice to get
some payback.
 
Mr. Robinson was going on about the atoms when Marcus put his full attention
and focus on Jimmy. Sure enough, that tingling sensation came back. Marcus
attained focus without looking directly at him though. People would think him
stranger than he really is if he just sat there staring at Jimmy.
 
Marcus then shot a thought as hard as he could at Jimmy. 'THROW YOUR PENCIL AT
THE TEACHER NOW!' the thought carried the power of thunder but was silent.
 
It sort of surprised Marcus when Jimmy actually did it. Jimmy did it when the
teacher was looking directly at him too. The pencil hit the teacher right in
the face. It did not harm Mr. Robinson, but it pissed him off plenty. Jimmy
just sat there with a look of total awe on his face from what he did.
 
"Jimmy Goodman! You get your ass to the principal's office!" the teacher said,
accidentally cursing. Well, he actually screamed it with a face as red as a
cherry.
 
"B-B-But..." He started to say something.
 
"NOW! I will be there shortly!" Jimmy got up and left the class room and Mr.
Robinson put one of his "trusting" students in charge while he left behind
Jimmy.
 
Marcus leaned back in his chair with a coy smile and his thoughts were racing.
That test told him a couple of things. It told him that what ever this strange
and wonderful power was, it was real. It also told him that he could do it
silently and without looking directly at them. Marcus's head was spinning with
ideas and questions.
 
He was positive that he could initiate action, but he wondered about emotion.
He had other questions as well and they filled his head for the rest of the
school day. He did small tests, making people scratch their shoulder and silly
things like that, just to make sure that he was not imagining this power. But
he decided to wait until tonight to see if he could control emotions. He would
test that on Jenny.
 
Because he was deep in thought, the school day passed by like nothing. Before
he knew it the school day was over and he was standing outside waiting for
Mouse. Mouse always had her friends she talked to. Marcus did envy her that.
His thoughts kept asking him if he could really control emotion though.
 
Mouse came out and gave him a rather gracious smile. Marcus knew that she was
looking forward to getting drunk with her friend tonight. She wanted to act
"adult", like most sixteen year old girls did. Marcus was not sure that he
wanted to drink though. He wondered if he could still use his "power" drunk.
Even if he could, he did not know how he would act drunk and if he would mess
someone up with it.
 
"Jenny said she could probably sneak a bottle of Jack Daniels out in her tote
bag." Mouse said this with excitement that Marcus liked to see in her.
 
Marcus just gave her a warm smile. "And what if Kathy comes home?" He asked
this as he started walking on the road to their house.
 
"If Mom comes home, we'll just wait until she goes to bed!" Mouse said with
that same wild exuberance that Marcus had grown to love.
 
"What ever gets you your kicks." Marcus said with a chuckle. He was walking
with a constant stride.
 
"Your awful chipper this afternoon. Anything I should know about?" Mouse asked
while keeping stride with him.
 
"No, nothing in particular." Marcus said, his smile faded.
 
"Why did Danny run with his tail between his legs this mornin'?" Mouse asked
with a quizzical look on her face.
 
'Shit! How do I handle this?' Marcus thought. "I guess I'm just lucky today."
Marcus said with that same low voice and kept his eyes on the road. He was not
really lying. He did luck out with the power.
 
Mouse knew that Marcus was keeping something from her. Marcus could see that
in her eyes and if she could see his eyes, she would be positive. They made it
to the house rather quickly. Both of them were walking rather quickly, but
neither noticed. They were both thinking of their plans for the night.