Date: Sun, 17 Oct 1999 00:25:58 EDT
From: Faradhi269@aol.com
Subject: Devon-and-I-3

**This is part 3.  Thank you to all who've sent me positive responses.
Allen, Jason, Chris, Matt, and the many others who've helped me since the
beginning.  I'm sorry to say that this will be the final chapter of Devon
and I.  I'm really grateful to all of you who've enjoyed this story.
You've helped me more than you know.  And I want to apologize to those who
really loved this story.  Sorry to end it so soon.  I'll try to make it up
to you.  Again, I thank you all.**

	I sighed.  This was going to be harder than I thought.  Tomorrow,
it'd all be over.  I couldn't go with him back to Canada, and he couldn't
leave to go with me.  I sighed again as I thought hard on what to do.
Meanwhile, I had every moveable piece of furniture in the suite in the air
and keeping time to a beat that I had in my heart.  It was slow and moving,
and it seemed perfect for the tough choices that I'd have to make.
	I gave up for a minute and called the telephone over to me.  I
couldn't help but be surprised at how easily it all came to me when I
focused.  It felt as though anything were possible for me.  I lifted the
receiver and dialed home, all without raising even an eyebrow.
	"Hello?"  My mom answered it after the second ring.
	"Hi, Mom!" I exclaimed, trying to sound cheerful.
	"Ryan, we were expecting you a couple of hours ago!  We were
worried.  What happened?  We tried to call the hotel and you weren't there
anymore!  Are you all right?"  she began to ramble.
	"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine.  Don't worry.  Didn't mean to scare you.
It's kind of a long story, but you see, I was going to "Jekyll and Hyde"
and I saw a guy about to get run over by a taxi.  So I ran for him and dove
to knock him out of the way."
	"Ryan!  That's so dangerous!" She interrupted me.
	"I know, Mom.  But I just had to do it."  I responded.  "So anyway,
he was fine, but I got clipped by the cab and hit my head really bad.  I
was in the hospital for a couple of days, and so I missed everything.  The
guy I saved must be really rich or something, because he came to the
hospital and thanked me for saving him.  I told him that I'm like that, he
smiled and we talked for a little while.  I said he's rich because he
picked me up in a limo and set me up at the Marriot Marquis for the two
days that I missed.  That's why I've been here so long.  I was so busy.
Don't worry, though.  I'm leaving tomorrow night."
	"Oh.  Do you know who he is?  The man you saved, I mean?"
	"No," I lied.  "I have no clue.  He came and thanked me, set me up
here, then left.  I just wanted to call and say everything's OK."
	"Well, your aunt has a special present for your graduation that she
wanted me to give you now."
	"What is it?" I asked excitedly.  My favorite aunt always gave me
sweet presents-expensive binoculars or other electronic stuff-all the time.
	"She's arranged for you to go to the Isle of MTV for two weeks.
After that, the whole family's coming over for a graduation party."
	I was so excited that I couldn't contain it.  I actually realized
this when all the furniture in the room started to lift off the floor.
"Wow, Mom!  Thank her so much for me!"
	"I will.  Now, you just come home safe and soon, OK?"
	"OK.  I love you."
	"I love you too, Ry."
	"B-bye."
	"Bye."
	I hung up the phone and looked at the floating furniture.  I shook
my head with a slight smile and gently lowered them all to the floor.  As
it was still early, I decided that I'd go look around the city and do some
shopping.  I knew that I probably couldn't afford too much, but it's always
fun to window shop.

	I went downstairs and went outside.  It was a blustery day, but the
sky was bright blue and the sun was shining.  I smiled, feeling the warmth
of the sun on my face and decided to take a stroll over to NYU.  I had a
bunch of friends there, so if they didn't have any classes, I figured we
could hang out together.  I walked down the street and started to realize
that I was getting strange looks from lots of people walking by.
	-What the hell is going on?-I thought.  -Is my hair screwed up?-
	I stopped at the nearest full window to look in and see my
reflection to see why everyone was staring at me.  It actually happened to
be a TV store and most of them were set to the same channel.  I stared at
the window and I realized that my hair was fine.  I had all my clothes on.
MTV was playing "I Want it That Way" by the Backstreet Boys and E was
having a special report on the Star Wars gala.  As I was just about to
leave, the report returned to the footage taken last night, and there I
was, walking with Devon!  "What the hell?"  I asked out loud.
	"This young man, who we honestly do not know, was seen going into
the Theater with Devon Sawa.  Apparently the two are friends, but both
neglected to discuss anything else with us."
	I sighed.  OK, this wasn't too bad.  I'd avoided that terrible
cliche, of finding out that something is wrong by seeing it on the news in
a TV store!  Yes!  As I turned to leave, I heard a little bit more...
	"But rumors persist of him playing some sort of strange prank on
the cast members of the movie.  The police are interested in speaking to
him, and so is the research hospital from which he was released a earlier
yesterday."
	"Goddammit!"  So THAT was why people were looking at me so
strangely!  I'm stupid!  I should never have come out into the public!
	I turned and started to walk back to the hotel, keeping my head
down as I went.  I didn't want anyone to recognize me, that's for sure.
	I made it back to the hotel entrance and stood there for a minute.
-Wait a minute-I thought-what the hell am I doing hiding?  I didn't do
anything wrong.-
	

	At this time, Devon was in Chinatown.  -I hate lying to him, but I
didn't want him to know about this.  Now, what type of martial art did he
like?- he thought as he looked through the dozens of stores.  Suddenly,
something caught his eye.  A quick flash stopped him from continuing to the
next store.  He looked more closely.  The window had a large green-and-gold
oriental dragon on the window and right behind the dragon, a katana was
sitting on a stand, half- drawn.  He walked into the store and saw a
ninjatou that matched the katana.  Both were good, but definitely not the
greatest swords ever created.  Still, they were very pretty and very sharp.
Devon thought about it for a minute and bought them both.  -He'll like
these- he thought.  Together, they were around $200 and he had them put
into a long box together.  Then he walked out, satisfied and decided that
for our last night, we'd need something special...

	I got up to the room with my head ringing and went to look at one
of the other books that I read.  One of them had two very important
messages to a prospective sorcerer.  "Remember that acts of violence and
evil are addictive and easy.  There is no escape once you are trapped by
it.  But not all destruction is evil-only willful and needless destruction
will corrupt.  So do not rely on anger's assistance."  And the other said,
"Everything is possible within reason, but do not attempt the completely
impossible.  Some barriers are not meant to be crossed.  Healing will drain
more than destroying, but will make you stronger if you do not attempt to
do too much too quickly."  Then it proceeded to give me instructions on how
to create physical changes in things and to bring around healing.  So now,
I could light candles much more easily and whenever I wanted to rather than
on accident.
	-This is great!-I thought, as I felt my power building.  -Screw
being worried.  I need to figure out what I'm going to give to Devon as a
good-bye gift.-
	With that thought, tears filled my eyes again and I wished we
didn't have to leave.  I started one more song:
	"Where has the starlight gone?  Dark...is the day...how can I find
my way home?  Home... is an empty dream...lost to the night...  Father I
feel... so alone... you promised you'd be there... whenever I needed you!
Whenever I call your name...you're not anywhere... I'm trying to hold on!
Just waiting to hear your voice...one word, just a word will do... to end
this nightmare."
	I stopped.  Why did all my songs have to be so damn sad?!  Shit!  I
quickly decided to stop singing, as it only made me more upset, and went
back outside.  I was feeling much more confident, and I wanted to go get
something for Devon.  Some clothes, some memento: anything.  I went across
the street to Virgin Megastore first, so that I could see if there was
anything interesting there.  It happened to be during a big sale, and the
photos of hot young models wearing only boxers distracted me, so I quickly
left.  I walked around all of the area and far beyond.  It was still early
afternoon, and I got a little hungry, so I stopped at a cafe.  A cop, who
happened to be eating there, saw me enter and quickly stood up.  "Hey you!"
he called out.  Then he cried out in surprise when his table and food
caught fire in front of him and formed a wall of flame between him and me.
I turned to the cashier.  "Can I get that sandwich to go?"  Very pale, the
young Asian woman nodded quickly and handed me my sandwich.  I paid her and
left the cafe,.  Once I was outside, I winked at her and the fire went out.
The cop was unharmed, but his food was gone and so were his eyebrows.  Then
I sauntered along, munching on my sandwich and thinking about what I should
do for the day and what I was going to get Devon.
	Before I knew it, I found myself at 14th and 7th street, where
there happened to be a school for capoeira.  Now, I love capoeira, so I
naturally went in to investigate.  I asked the instructor if I could get
one free lesson, as I was leaving that night.  The maestre, a middle-aged
and well-built black man hesitated for a minute.  I quickly inserted the
suggestion that it would be a good idea into his head and he brightened and
said, "Of course."
	I think he was surprised at how quickly I picked it up, but I
wanted to learn this stuff quickly.  I'd perfect it on my own, so I
literally just picked it from his head.  It wasn't really too hard, and I
was soon performing kicks that would have shocked my gymnastics
instructors.  He looked amazed a couple of hours later when I was preparing
to leave, but I just smiled at him and told him I got it so easily because
he's such an awesome teacher.  He smiled, embarrassed, and I left with my
legs and arms sore from the workout.
	I had to go back to the hotel to get ready for tonight.  I figured
that Devon and I would end up going out to dinner, so I wanted to be ready.
I still didn't know what I could get for him, but I knew that I'd find out
soon enough.  Then it hit me!  Of course!!!  I nearly ran back to the
hotel.  I'd need to check my books.  I was actually so excited, I didn't
look where I was going and bumped into a couple of kids who were slightly
younger than I and who all wore royal blue.
	"Hey, man!  What the hell you think you're doin'?"  The one I
bumped into asked me.
	"Oh, sorry.  I guess I wasn't paying attention.  You OK?"  I asked,
feeling really stupid.
	"Bitch!  What the fuck do you mean you weren't payin' attention?  I
oughtta knock your ass down!"
	I realized that a fight was brewing and said, "Hey, man, look.  I
said I was sorry.  What more do you want me to do??"
	"Sayin' you're sorry ain't good enough!  Get down on your fuckin'
knees and say it."
	I didn't want to start a fight, but I DO have some pride.  "Uh,
no." I answered suavely.  "I don't think so.  If that's what you want me to
do, I withdraw my apology."  Then I smirked at him.  "Goodbye."  I turned
to continue walking the way I came when I heard about 4 "click"s.
	I slowly turned around.  All four kids had guns pointed at me.
"Punk, you don't EVER turn around when I'm talking to you."  He raised his
gun so that it was aimed at my head instead of my chest.  "You got me?"
	I blinked a few times.  "Yeah.  I got you.  Now it's my turn.  You
don't EVER point a gun a me, got it?"  I was beginning to get a little bit
mad.
	"What?" he asked incredulously.  "Are you fuckin' insane?  I got a
gun to your head!"
	I smiled coldly.  "Not anymore."  As I said that, his arm bent
against his will and the gun now pointed directly at his left eye.  The
other three guns began to glow white-hot and the kids screamed and dropped
the guns from their smoking hands.  "Aaawww." I mocked them and then said,
"Blow on it to make it feel better.  Like this."  Then I blew a quick puff
and all three of them flew backwards and slammed into some walls.  Then I
thickened the air around them so that they couldn't move a muscle.  "Sit.
Stay."  I smiled sarcastically.  "Now, as for you," I said, looking at
their leader.
	"Shit man," he pleaded, his face becoming very pale.  "Don't hurt
me!  Please!" he begged.
	What was I to do?  I moved his arm so that the gun was pointing
towards me again and then I used my new capoeira to perform a double
spinning heel kick-one to the gun to send it out into the street, and one
to the kid's chin to drop him to the ground.  He groaned and fell like a
shot put.  I looked down at him and in a very angry voice said, "Don't you
ever point a gun at me again, got it?"  He nodded and curled up into a ball
on the ground.  "Good," I nodded and began going back to the hotel again.
	I definitely didn't want any more trouble, but sure enough, before
too long, a young man about 20 or so approached me.  "Hey, aren't you that
guy I saw on TV?"  he asked.
	"Uh, no," I responded, not looking directly at him.  "I'm nobody."
	"I think you are!" he exclaimed.  "I'm gonna call the cops!"
	"NO!  Please!  Don't do that!" I begged.
	He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.  I was getting really
tired of this.  My mind screamed, and my eyes began to glow.  "Stop!  NOW!"
I roared.  The phone shattered along with the rest of his hand and he
screamed in pain.  Almost immediately, he flew backwards over all 6 lanes
and slammed through the show window on the other side of the street.  With
my entire body glowing faintly red and shaking with pure rage, I started to
walk across the busy street.  Cars honked at me and stopped forcefully as
though they had hit a brick wall.  Others jumped high into the air and came
back down, hard.  Some of them just found themselves in an entirely
different place-like on top of a building or halfway through a stone
bridge.  Everyone on the street was staring at me in utter horror, and with
a thought, I put them all to sleep and erased the last couple of minutes
from their memory... all except the guy I'd hurled across the street.
	I walked up to him and lifted his broken body off the ground.  The
glow left me as I looked at all the blood and heard his cries of pain.
"Jesus, what have I done?"  I concentrated all of my energy on placing the
bones back together, and with snapping sounds, they did.  Then I focused on
the cuts and had the skin speed up its growth a thousandfold so that almost
immediately, there were scars that soon vanished and became healthy skin.
My head hurt, very badly, so I left him lying there, crossed the street
again and told everyone to wake up.  Then I put the cars back to where they
belonged and walked very slowly, painfully back towards the hotel.
	-That was so EASY-I thought.  -What am I doing to myself?-

	I walked around in a daze, completely amazed that I had become such
a monster.  Sure, I'd had a temper when I was a little kid, but I'd long
ago controlled it.  Why was it coming back now?  I finally managed to get
back to the hotel and grabbed every book that I had bought in regards to
abilities.  I HAD to find out what the deal was with my anger.  But my body
also hurt more than I had ever felt.  I guess it was a combination of the
weakness I still had from sleeping for two straight days coupled with the
capoeira.  Or maybe it was just that my powers began to affect my body as I
used them more.  I knew that there was a Jacuzzi on the seventh floor, so I
figured I'd go soak and ease my muscles while I read.  I grabbed a pen off
of the counter and looked around for paper.  Dammit, nothing!  I
concentrated for just a moment, then I pulled a sheet of paper out of thin
air, stared at it in surprise for a few minutes, shrugged, and then
proceeded to write Devon a quick note.
	"Devon, I'm downstairs in the Jacuzzi.  It's been such a long day.
If you come down, please be in a good mood and willing to talk, otherwise,
I'll be up around..." I looked at the clock.  It was already 4:00 pm.  "7
or 7:30."
	I changed into my swimsuit, grabbed a towel and grabbed my books.
I toted them all after me, floating them on midair.
	-You shouldn't use your powers so much until you figure them out-I
wisely told myself.
	-But I may be able to figure them out by using them more.-I
countered.
	-True, but is that necessarily good?  They're changing you.-
	-Maybe, but who would've thought that I can create something out of
mid- air?  I think there's just some reason my anger takes hold.  If I can
find it, I'm gonna be fine.-
	-We'll see.-Was my only counter to that argument.
	I thought about it, and decided to carry everything in my arms
while I rode the elevator down to the seventh floor.  I signed the sign-in
sheet and put the idea in the orderly's head that it was broken, so no one
else could use it.  Then I encouraged him to "ignore" the fact that I was
there, and it was all set.  As the hot tub was in a different room, I
darkened the windows and locked the door in order to be certain that no one
would protest to vehemently.  Then I got comfortable and began to read my
first book intently.
	45 minutes later, I was done with the book and was beginning to
prune.  But I didn't care.  My eyes widened.  I'd skimmed through some of
the most potent parts of the book!  How could I be so stupid?  I
immediately opened the second book.  I reread the warnings and gradually,
understanding began to enter my unwilling brain.  And with that
understanding came an interesting idea.  I was so engrossed in the reading,
I didn't even notice Devon come and rap on the glass door.  I looked up in
shock and he was standing there with his hands on his hips and a strange
look on his face.
	I waved my hand negligently and went back to the book.  The door
clicked, and in he walked, wearing a very small bathing suit and swinging
his ass more than normal as he walked in.
	"I see you darkened the windows and convinced the watchman that no
one was in here." He mentioned as he slowly lowered himself into the hot
water.
	"Mmm hmm."
	"So, you wanted to 'talk?'" he asked, lifting an eyebrow impishly.
	I looked up at his cute face-the blue eyes, the blond hair, the
slightly big nose.  I smiled sadly.  "'Fraid it's only talk, Dev."  I told
him.
	He sat back, frowning slightly.  "OK, Ry, what's wrong?"
	I dog-eared the page of the third book that I was on and set it
down.  Then I sighed and looked down at the water.  "Dev, I'm-losing
control over my abilities."
	"What do you mean?" He asked incredulously.  "I just saw you open
the door without touching it!"
	I shook my head sadly.  "It's not that, Dev," I told him.  "I can
still do things.  In fact, I can do more than ever.  But, it's taking
control over me.  It's beyond my control.  It's as though I'm cursed."  I
remembered the poor man's body that I had flung around like a rag doll and
broke down.
	Devon slid across the tub and put his arms around me.  Our chests
were pressed against each other's, and the sensation was overpowering. But
I had far too much grief to give it up so easily.  So, I still continued to
cry.  He looked at me concerned.  "Please tell me what's wrong, Ry.
Please," he begged.
	So I recounted the day's adventure to him, haltingly.  I had to
stop every now and again to swallow the sobs and hold back the tears.  His
face became more and more shocked at how monstrous I had become.  He sat
back, shocked.  "You-you really did this?"
	"I'm afraid so.  At least I made everyone forget about it, so no
one will remember what happened..." I began.
	"Except for you," he noted.
	"Except for us," I agreed.
	He relaxed a little bit.  "So what have you been doing down here?"
	I held up the books.  "I've been trying to find out what is wrong
with me."
	"Did you find anything out?"
	"Yeah."  I hesitated.  "Well, uh, when I was little, I had a really
bad temper.  I used to get into fights all the time, and I was always in
trouble.  After I started taking martial arts, I learned to control my
temper and shut my anger away."
	"OK.  I understand that part."
	"But, this..." I faltered.
	"Power?" he supplied.
	"All right.  This power taps into my reserves of anger that I
didn't even know existed.  It's as though everything I've ever been mad or
hurt about feeds this and it grows exponentially stronger every time I use
it."
	"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.
	"Remember the paper that I wrote the note on?"
	"Uh huh."
	"I created that out of thin air."
	His mouth dropped.  "Say what?"
	I nodded.  "It was easy.  When I lifted those cars, I didn't have
any problems.  And lighting the cop's table on fire was as easy as lifting
a pencil.  I'm getting really scared."
	"Whoa.  That's heavy."
	"No shit, Dev."
	"So did they help at all?"
	"Yes and no.  They explained why I'm doing what I'm doing, but the
didn't really offer me any advice or tips to help me out with it.  I assume
that the person who does this is eventually consumed by his power and
dies."
	He paled.  "I don't want that to happen to you!" he exclaimed
passionately.
	I smiled, caught aback by the fierceness of his reaction.  "I don't
either.  So I'm using the power for light things-like lifting paper or
opening the door, but I'm trying not to use it too much for anything else."
	"I see."  I smiled at him.  "Thanks.  I really needed to get this
off my chest."  He smiled back.  "Speaking of chests..."  He leaned in and
kissed my chest above the water line and I pulled him into a tight hug.
Our tongues met and we held each other tight for our last night together.
I broke the kiss after a couple of minutes.  "Maybe we should take this
upstairs," I offered.  "Hmm...You may have a point there."  We smiled at
each other and wrapped our towels around ourselves in order to hide our
hardons.

We took the elevator up to our floor and stared at each other intently
during the ride and the short walk to our room.  We got to the room and I
gasped.  There were candles all around the room and the bed was turned
down.  I looked at Devon with tears in my eyes.  Then I leaned into him and
kissed him deeply.  The flames on the candles rose higher and higher as we
kissed until there was a dome of living fire surrounding us.  But in that
kiss, I realized exactly what my feelings for Devon were.  And in realizing
that, I knew I had to break the kiss.  I was in love with Devon,
definitely, but I didn't love him.  There just wasn't that connection.
"Devon, I...can't," I told him sadly.  "What's wrong, Ry?  Is it me?"  "No!
It's me.  I just realized something..." I began to cry, afraid of the pain
that I was going to cause him and how much pain that would leave me in his
place.  By now, I could empathize with Devon more than I had ever done with
anyone.  "What?  What is it?"  "I..." I broke off.  "Devon, I don't want to
hurt you."  Tears filled his beautiful blue eyes.  "You don't love me, do
you?"  I shook my head slightly.  "Dev, I'm so in love with you that I
hurt, but I don't love you."  He nodded, understanding, and his whole body
wracked with pain and sadness.  I leaned in and gave him a kiss: one that I
put my heart into.  I truly did not mean to hurt him, but I had promised
long ago that I would save myself for my true soul mate.  He kissed my
passionately and the tears leaked from his eyes as he did so.  I felt his
pain, his sadness.  I could feel everything that he was going through, and
it broke my heart.  I decided to put an end to this.  I focused my will,
smothered the candles so that the room was in total darkness, put my hand
on his forehead and murmured "Sleep."  He immediately closed his eyes and
fell into a gentle, dreamless sleep.  I knew he would wake up in a couple
of hours and nothing would wake him up before unless I told him to wake up,
so I fell on my bed sobbing.  "Why did you do this to me, God!  Why?"
There was no answer, and soon after, I had cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, Devon woke the instant I did.  In his sleep, he had
calmed down and was much more at ease than the previous night.  He noticed
the tear stains on my cheeks and simply said, "I'm sorry."  I smiled and we
sat down.  "I guess I had better start getting ready to leave.  Promise me
you'll keep in touch with me," I added as I handed him my phone number and
address.  "I promise," he assured me, his eyes beginning to sparkle with
unshed tears.  Mine were shed, however.  "I need to go take a shower and
get ready," I said reluctantly.  He simply nodded.  I showered quickly and
dressed in the bathroom.  I brushed my teeth and hair and was putting all
of my toiletries in my bag when Devon came up behind me and whispered,
"I've got something to give you."  I turned around to see him holding a
long box-about 4 feet long-that seemed to be pretty heavy.  "What is it?" I
asked.  "You'll see," he answered smugly as he flung the box onto the bed
with a grunt.  I eagerly ripped open the tape and looked inside to see an
imitation "Highlander" katana and a matching ninjatou.  "Whoa, Dev," I
whispered, awed.  "These are beautiful.  I don't know if I'll ever be able
to thank you enough.  They're great!"  I rushed up and gave him a hug.  He
seemed surprised as I flung myself at him, but the shocked look quickly
became a smile as I kissed him passionately in gratitude.  After a short
while, I broke the kiss and reached into my bag.  "I have something for
you, too."  I pulled out a small black-and- white cloth bracelet.  He
looked at it.  "A friendship bracelet?"  He sounded slightly disappointed,
but was still happy I thought of him enough to give him something.  I
smiled with an unseen joke.  "Not quite.  Hold out your most active hand."
He held out his left hand and I tied the bracelet to his wrist.  Then I
reached down and put my forehead on the bracelet, willing some of my power
into it-in a very careful and focused manner.  He looked at me with a
question in his eyes.  In response, I told him, "If you focus on anyone you
care about, you'll be able to see exactly what they are doing from either
their point of view, or a third person's."  He stared at the simple
bracelet.  I smiled at him.  "I hope that's good enough, Dev.  I really
couldn't afford to buy anything."  He gave me a tight hug and kiss.  "It's
awesome, Ry."  I looked at the clock and saw that my flight would be in two
hours.  I needed to leave.  "Dev," I said hesitantly.  He wiped away some
tears.  "I know, I know.  Let's go."  "Huh?"  "You didn't think that I
wouldn't at least see you safely to the airport, did you?  Besides, I need
to catch a plane too, you know."  "I guess I didn't really think about it.
I know I didn't want to."  "I didn't want to either, but everything's set
up.  The limo's waiting."

We loaded our luggage into the trunk of the car and drove to the airport.
I didn't speak much, working on controlling my emotions.  I was so sad that
I had to leave, and that sadness led to anger.  I didn't know what to do,
it all began building up and threatening to overpower me.  Devon was also
very quiet, and it was a long trip back to the airport.  When we got there,
we checked our bags, but I had to take my swords to the gate in order to
get them specially placed.  But as we approached my gate, I saw a large
group of people blockading my path.  There were police blues and medical
whites and there were enough of them to surround me.  "We only want you,
Ryan," one of the police said.  "You are to be held for destruction of
property and reckless endangerment.  Stay where you are."  "Go Devon!" I
shouted.  "Get out of here!"  "But," he protested.  "Go!" I screamed,
turning to look at him with eyes glowing an evil green and my mouth
spurting bright silver flame.  "Now!"  I put such force behind that word
that he was repelled backwards a dozen yards or so.  I turned to face my
attempted captors.  "This ends now!" I yelled, my anger taking over.  My
eyes were flaming with anger and a powerful wind began to blow from around
me.  All of the men and women surrounding me were blown back a couple of
feet and had to fight to hold their ground.  My hands began to clench and
crackling bolts of energy flew from fingertip to fingertip.  I stood there,
outlined in the power of my own fury, wreathed in silver fire.  "Leave me
alone!"  I yelled.  Everyone flinched and covered their ears as my voice
boomed louder than thunder.  The airport went silent, and with a flick of
annoyance, I put to sleep all who were not involved.  I couldn't get those
who were because of their emotional intensity-fear, worry, anger or
whatnot.  I also erased the memories of the past few minutes, again.  I
sighed.  This was getting REALLY old.  I stopped the wind and moved towards
my gate, but continued to keep my body glowing as a warning to those
surrounding me.  But one middle-aged cop dared to step forward and approach
me, drawing his gun.  I spun on him quickly and hurled the energy from my
hands into his body.  There was a sizzling sound and his body was flung
across the entire airport waiting area-fully 40 or 50 feet-just by the
impact of the bolt.  Everyone else shied back, and most of them drew
weapons.  My swords cut their way through their box and began to spin
around me very quickly-so quickly that the eye couldn't follow them,
forming a shield of blades held in motion by my will.  As gunshots rang
out, they usually clanged off the swords or else brightly burned up as they
entered my aura of fire.  "That is ENOUGH" I thundered.  "I will have NO
MORE!"  At that point, Devon ran up behind me and yelled, "Ryan, NO!"
Without thinking of who it was, only sensing the approach from behind, my
swords stopped their whirling and flew straight for his chest.  With a
sickening splat and crunch, they pierced him and went all the way through,
widening the holes in his chest as they went on.  "DEVON!" I screamed as I
turned to see who I had just killed.  "NO!!!!"  Nothing could contain my
fury as a full-fledged hurricane appeared inside the airport, ripping off
the roof and hurling bolts of lightning everywhere.  The wind howled and
the rain was icy and stinging.  Everyone took shelter inside the shops and
under the chairs.  I walked slowly over to Devon, the rain not touching me,
incinerating the very ground I walked on.  I leaned down over his body and
saw the light begin to fade from his eyes.  I enclosed Devon and I in a
globe of darkness and found the minds of everyone else more easily
manageable this time.  So they also slept and forgot.  Then I kissed Devon
on the lips, which he weakly returned.  My tears were burning drops of
liquid flame and charred him when they landed on his face.  "I'm so sorry,
Devon."  "I...know," he coughed.  "I...forgive...you..."  I knew what I had
to do, and I knew the consequences of it.  "Then I beg you, forgive me for
the curse I'm about to give you..."  I leaned in and kissed him again.  But
this time, I let the silver fire flow out of me through our mouths.  He
writhed in pain, but his wounds no longer bled.  Instead they flamed
silver.  They began to close and I felt myself getting weaker and weaker.
His chest was back to normal after another minute, except for the fact that
all of his clothing had been burned away by the intense heat.  I felt so
much of my strength seeping from me as I fought to keep away the black wall
of death.  His eyes widened as his mind opened and flooded with new power.
He kissed me back, uncertain of what was going on.  I pulled the kiss back
when I felt I had almost no power left in me.  Now it was Devon who was
glowing silver, and it seemed as though he had absolutely no idea of how he
was doing it or what was going on.  "Ryan?" he asked, confused.  "Dev,
please forgive me..." I sobbed.  "What?"  "Now it's your curse to have this
power.  I can't handle it any more.  I know I chose the right person."
"But I don't know anything about it except what you told me!" he protested
vehemently.  "Just wait," I told him weakly.  "You will."  And with my last
vestige of power, I closed my eyes and sent all the knowledge I had
accumulated about my powers-how to do things, how to think, how to control
them, how to shape them to your will-to him.  All I kept were the permanent
changes to my voice, strength and agility and the knowledge of how to do
things with my power.  When I opened my eyes again, Devon was no longer
glowing and seemed at peace.  "Ryan," he said gently.  "I DO thank you for
this.  Now I realize how much this must have really destroyed you.  This
was YOU, and you gave it to me.  And the knowledge of how to stop it from
controlling me, as it did you.  How can I thank you?"  I thought for just a
moment.  Then I quietly, sadly asked, "Make me forget."  He smiled sadly.
"I'll miss you."  "Please."  I couldn't stand the memory of what I did to
him any more.  He leaned in and gave me a powerful hug.  Then he kissed my
forehead and everything went dark.

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	I opened my eyes sitting in the waiting area to board my plane to
go home.  I looked around for a minute.  -I must have fallen asleep for a
while-I thought.  I looked down and sitting next to me was an autograph of
Devon Sawa.
	I stared at it in shock for a while, then smiled.  -No one took
them-I thought with relief.  -Thank God.-- I remembered talking to Mr. Sawa
after the Star Wars gala and we chatted for a while.  It turned out he was
the young man I'd saved from the taxi and he was more than happy to give me
his autograph.  I looked in my wallet and saw the pictures of my
ex-girlfriends who my parents never met (of course) and who I'd loved to
distraction.  There was the ticket stub from the Gala and my hotel key.  I
also had his agent's business card in there.  I remembered our talk about
who's hot and who's not and we both decided that Sarah Michelle Gellar was
a hottie.
	I shifted to get more comfortable and heard a "clang" when my foot
hit something.  I looked down there and opened the long brown box that was
sitting under my chair.  My two swords that I had bought in Chinatown were
there, same as always.  I loved those swords.  That's why I bought them.  I
smiled.  I'd even haggled them down to a reasonable price.
	Then I frowned.  Was that blood on the blades?...


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