Date: Thu, 18 Sep 2008 17:38:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steam Train <steam_t2007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beware the Power of Revenge Chapter 1

Beware the Power of Revenge.
By Steam Train    (steam_t2007@yahoo.com)


Chapter: 1


The reddish glow increased with every second as the meteorite streaked
through the upper atmosphere gradually descending to its terminal collision
with the swampy fern encrusted Cambrian landscape that awaited it immanent
collision.

Eons ago the rock that created this spectacular show had begun it's journey
when the cumulative intelligence that it was just a very small part of had
scummed to the relentless and inevitable pressures of time and space and
disintegrated when it's life giving star Taraxima Prime had expanded to the
point of no return and the combined life force that was the planet Quia,
circling that star exploded in a cataclysmic display of pyrotechnics
propelling this meteoric rock on it's eon long journey across time and
space.

Death comes to all, even the combined life force of a planet entity like
Quia, where the individual is but an essence of the greater whole. However
the shattered rock remnant was not totally innate. Within the substance of
this shattered remnant there still resided a weak brooding
consciousness. Greatly diminished because of it's separation from the whole
yet not dead, not totally innate like most rocks. The long voyage through
the near absolute zero temperature of space had hibernated the remaining
conciseness of the entity that was this meteoric rock but with the sudden
heat of entry to the atmosphere, energy flowed through the rock as it's
outer surface burned with intense heat and consciousness again stirred but
after impact when it found itself buried deep under the surface of its new
Cambrian era home again the consciousness slept.

The years passed the entity continued to slumber as life developed ever
more complex around it. The entity though buried deep under the earth
sensed this and waited. It had spent eons travelling the void of space to
get here; it was patient, very, very patient. It sensed that in time an
opportunity would come to, grow, to reproduce and start anew.

540 million years it waited, but now it sensed it's time for renewal was
very near. Erosion had bought the entity to the surface. Animals often
frequented its cracks and crevices but the entity sensed that there was now
a much more intelligent life form out there, thriving and multiplying. It
sent out its aura searching, encouraging contact, eventually it knew
contact would come and it could start building up its pitiful strength till
in the fullness of time this child of Quia might rival its parent entity.

Of late humans had come within it's aura but none were of the right mould
to be the founder of the new generation by the few humans that did venture
its way. The area the entity was located was pristine old growth forest
high up the side of an escarpment and so the range of it's aura was not
frequented by many. Years back workmen had constructed a path down the
valley near the stream but the entities aura was so weak that it barely
touched this path and it could encourage no one to come its way.

Patrick Dyner seemed to be in a constant state of nervousness since he had
moved to Glenn Falls two months ago when his father was promoted and took
up the vacant bank manager's position; his whole existence seemed to be one
big effort at trying to avoid trouble.

Back where he had grown up he hadn't had such problems. Not that he was a
ever a popular kid by any means. He was quite mannered and shy and though
reasonable at sports he had not excelled. Where he had moved from he had
had a small group of 3 close male friends and that had been it. No girls
took much interest in him that he noticed and he had been way too shy to
make any sort of a move himself.

Since moving he had found it hard to make new friends. His younger sister
Lizzy, short for Elizabeth, but only their parents called her Elizabeth and
only when she was in trouble, had had no such trouble and had settled in as
a permanent new member of a group of trendy 12 and 13 year old girls from
her new 7th grade class led by Tina Parratrine. Patrick didn't know if it
was the fact that, as well as the move he had started High School that
added to his problems, but what ever the reason he seemed to be the current
flavour of the month to be bullied and harassed.

There had been the occasional pantsing at his old middle school but they
were infrequent and spur of the moment actions which mostly were only
partly successful. It seemed to Patrick that at Gerald Glenn Memorial High
School, his new school, pantsing was practised in a much more professional
manner, to which end he had already in the month since starting 9th grade
been partially pantsed on at least six occasions. He was averaging more
than one attempt per week. In fear of his private parts being exposed he
had resorted to wearing both briefs and boxers under his shorts and as he
mostly wore trousers he most often wore his shorts under his trousers as
well as the underwear. Four layers of protection he considered were
essential to foil attempts at exposing his most private secrets.

Despite his recent troubles Patrick had a naturally smiling face. He was 14
years old, 5 feet 4 inches tall, slim and weighed in around 100 pounds. He
had piercing dark brown eyes and dark brown hair which parted on his right
side and swept down over his forehead towards the left. His legs were well
in proportion to his torso and his chest was firm and showed no sign of any
excess fat. Ribs showed through his chest but he didn't look undernourished
or excessively underweight. His buttocks were firm and tight as were his
arms but not noticeably muscled. His feet were growing rapidly but the rest
of his body much to his shame was yet to catch up.

All in all Patrick was an attractive boy with his slightly tanned pale
olive complexion, but his boyish looks and lack of size combined with a
voice that was yet to break did nothing to help him avoid the attention of
the schools bullies. This was the prime reason he was taking such excessive
measures to avoid being pantsed completely.

All the pantsing attempts had made Patrick a very nervous boy. He knew that
though he was 14 years old he hadn't started to develop where it really
mattered. His genitals were still boy like and he didn't have pubic or pit
hair. He feared the consequences of anyone seeing him naked and discovering
just how much of a little boy he really was. It had been three years at
least since his mother had seen him naked and many more years since his
father or sister had seen him, yet the humiliating and embarrassing fact
was, that since that time there really hadn't been much change!

This particular Sunday his mother had again insisted that he walk `Maggie'
their Jack Russel dog, despite Patrick's fervent protests. For the past
four to five years this had always been his Sunday chore and he hadn't
minded it till they moved to Glenn Falls. Now he was trying to avoid being
out and about by himself in fear of running into his tormentors from
school.

Patrick was the easy target, with no friends to protect him, from his
tormentors who in the whole were 9th graders like him, mostly having
graduated from the Glenn Falls Middle School. They like Patrick now found
themselves at the bottom of the pecking order in high school having gone
from top dogs last school year at the middle school. Patrick unfortunately
resided at the very bottom of this lowly `freshman' pecking order.

To avoid the chance of meeting up with his tormentors Patrick had taken to
choosing the forest trail through the state park that led up to the `Glenn
Falls', after which the local town had been named. The trail commenced at
the end of his street and after a quarter of a mile met up with the
circular Glenn Creek walking track. The track ran along the banks of the
Glenn Creek climbing steadily up hill to the falls. The Glenn Falls State
Park was a heavily wooded, rugged section of pristine old growth forest. It
was seldom frequented by many people, being off the main tourist
routes. Patrick would pass the odd adult couple occasionally during his
walks but to his relief his peers never seemed to frequent the park.

Quite often he would pass no one during his entire walk along the
undulating circular track that led up one side of Glenn Creek to the falls
and returning along the opposite bank, though on his return on the far bank
he often had the strangest sensation that someone was there watching though
he never saw or found anyone. The entire walk was two and a half
miles. There was a track leading off the main trail at the base of the
falls that climbed the escarpment to the top of the falls but Patrick had
yet to complete that much longer and strenuous walk. On her little Jack
Russel legs Maggie found the circle walk quite sufficient.

This Sunday Patrick had passed only one jogger along the track by the time
he had reached the falls. The actual falls was one of his favorite spots
and he usually sat for a few minutes each trip on the bench seat provided
by the park authorities at the northern end of the wooden bridge that
spanned the creek just below the falls. He enjoyed the sound of cascading
water and the coolness of the grotto in the summer heat. The view of the
stepped falls, water tumbling down in fine showers into the large pool at
the base of the falls was inviting. He hadn't swum in the pool as yet but
the pool was inviting and to his eye it looked like the ideal swimming
hole. Down stream beyond the bridge the sides of Glenn Creek were thick
with ferns and undergrowth and the clearing made for the bridge provided
one of the few good viewing positions along the length of the trail.

Voices came into ear shot as he sat relaxing on the bench but a close
listen told him it was adult voices and nothing to be worried about. Sure
enough a middle aged man and a woman soon appeared hand in hand. As they
passed Patrick the man said hello and Patrick politely replied. The lady
stopped and gave Maggie a pat before resuming the walk with the man
stopping for a while in the middle of the bridge and gazing up at the falls
before moving on in the opposite direction to which Patrick was headed.

Feeling rested and noticing that Maggie was keen to begin walking again,
Patrick rose and set off along the trail in the direction the man and woman
had recently come from. About a third of the way back the trail passed an
overhanging rock face encrusted with ferns and moss that created a very
shady, wet grotto which Patrick always enjoyed walking through, but the
moment it ended it opened out into a small clearing caused by a large
fallen tree that had blown over many years past. The moss encrusted rotting
remains of the huge monolithic trunk of the ancient tree still lay to
either side of the trail where it had fallen, surrounded by thick
undergrowth and towering trees, dissected into two parts by the chain saws
of the trails constructors.

Whenever Patrick emerged from the fern grotto and passed this spot he
always felt like someone was watching him. Unbeknown to him this was the
closest point of the path to the entity and so it's aura of influence was
strongest here.

This time however the strange feeling of being watched soon became real, as
sitting strangely silent along the fallen tree trunk off to the side of the
trail were a group of kids. Being so quite Patrick had not heard them and
did not see them due to the protection of the rock overhang of the fern
grotto till it was too late. Maggie barked and the kids looked his way as
if just snapped out of trance.

"Maggie, here Maggie" a girl's voice called out and Maggie strained at her
leash almost pulling herself free from Patrick's grasp.

"Hello Patrick" 12 year old Liz Dyner said to her brother.

"Hiiiiii Patrick" a group of girls repeated in unison, and then giggled at
him, causing Patrick to blush.

"Hiiiii Patrick" a group of boys who were also present repeated in mock
greeting.

The girls were all 7th graders, made up of Liz's new friends, 13 year olds
Tina Parratrine and Kate Sirocco and 12 year olds Emily Chan and Susan
West. Accompanying them were 4 boys. Patrick had seen them about with Liz
before though he barely knew them. They were all 7th and 8th graders at the
middle school not older guys from his high school though two were younger
brothers of guys in his 9th grade who were constantly trying to torment and
bully Patrick. One was 12 year old 7th grader Eric Chee the younger brother
of Luke and 13 year old Zac MacMasters the younger brother of Cory. The
other two boys were 14 year old 8th grader, Butch O'Calligan and his 12
year old 7th grader brother Andy O'Calligan.

"Hi girls" Patrick sheepishly replied out of courtesy.

"Hey what about us dork. Don't we deserve a hello too" Butch O'Calligan
asserted.

"Hi" Patrick quickly responded.

"Not really good enough dork!" Butch replied, "New guys around here need to
show some respect to us locals. Now you can't even say hello, whereas your
sister here, well she's been REAL nice to us guys, haven't you Liz".

"S... Sorry I didn't men to offend" Patrick stammered out as he noticed his
sister blush profusely at Butch's comment.

"God your brothers a wimp Liz and what colours pink" Butch responded.

"Yeah I know" Liz replied to the first comment whilst ignoring the second
comment yet turning an even redder shade of pink. At the same time, she was
feeling sorry for her brother but desperately did not want to get off side
with her new powerful friends.

"You wouldn't think he was in high school would you" Liz added trying to
keep the conversation on her brother and not on her humiliating actions
that Butch had hinted at which she had consented to undertake on the
prompting of Tina Parratrine to ensure her continuing place in the group.

"Yeah my bro Luke who's in his grade says he's a pansy in school." Eric
Chee asserted. He says your brother is always getting pantsed and owned at
school."

"So I hear" Liz giggled glad the topic had moved on.

"Looking at your brother Liz, I doubt you would see much, even if he was
totally pantsed he doesn't look very developed, certainly not for a 14 year
old does he" said Kate Sirocco.

"Yeah, why nearly all you guys here are as tall as or taller than him and
most of you are actually younger than him I think" said Tina.

"I got pubes and I'm still 12" Andy O'Calligan boasted, "Bet dork here is
still as bald as a baby. Why his voice hasn't even broken."

"That's a truth" Tina responded.

"And that usually means the boy is still a little baldy" said Butch
O'Calligan

That comment bought giggles from all the girls and the guys and a profuse
blush from Patrick.

"Why don't you big strong boys show us what Patrick's hiding and prove to
us if he's still a little boy" Kate cajoled.

Zac MacMasters glanced at Butch as did Eric Chee both boys looked hesitant
and a bit frightened. Andy O'Calligan on the other hand had a smile
spreading across their faces.

Patrick knew that look and the though behind it!

But before Patrick could turn and run, Butch cried out, "Grab him" and Eric
Chee despite his uncertainty about ganging up on Patrick was the closest to
him and grabbed Patrick's right hand and slowed him despite his effort to
flee. Butch and, Andy quickly moved to Patrick as well and soon were joined
by a reluctant looking Zac. Zac took hold of Patrick's left hand and Butch
and Andy his feet preventing him from escaping.

This was bad, Patrick knew it. All the previous attempts at pantsing him
had been less organised, sudden spur of the moment attacks. Now despite his
ferocious struggles he was held firm, but at least his struggles were such
that none of the boys could let go, to pants him.

The moment he was attacked Patrick had let go of Maggie's leash and she had
waddled off to Liz, eager for a belly rub, ignoring her master's
plight. Tina had also quickly noticed that the boys had their hands full
with their squirming target and calling Emily and Susan, she directed them
to watch the trail in both directions in case someone came along whilst she
and Kate went over to where Patrick was being held to give a helping hand.

"Undo his jeans" Butch called out.

Just as Tina went to reach down and undo Patrick's belt she stopped
shivered and looked around.

"What's up?" Kate asked as she flipped open her cell phone and started
filming Patrick's predicament.

"Oh nothing, just had a funny feeling we were being watched" Tine replied,
"But I can see there is no one around."

"I felt the same" Patrick blurted out, "Better let me loose, someone's
coming.

"Are they?" Tina asked of Emily and Susan

"No" both replied almost in unison.

"Ok, there's no one around so undo his jeans, and get about embarrassing
dork here, this is going to be so funny" Butch responded.

"No don't, please don't' Patrick begged.

"Shut up dork" Butch ordered.

It took Tina some time to release Patrick's belt as he flung his body about
violently despite the four boys trying to hold him tight.

Whist Tina fumbled and Kate filmed, Butch called out, "Bring e'm down,
bring e'm down! Then Andy joined in, "Pull his jeans down, pull them down!"

Finally Tina undid Patrick's belt and then the button at the top of his
jeans and lowered the zipper.

"No, no; no, no; no, no!" Patrick begged, "Don't touch, don't touch as Tina
grabbed the waist band of his jeans.

"Not the jeans!" Patrick pleaded.

"This is just so funny" Butch laughed out again.

Tina pulled down on his jeans exposing his maroon soccer shorts. Kate
filmed as Patrick's jeans were lowered around his ankles exposing his
hairless legs and then as Tina, wasting no time, hooked her hands around
the waist band of the shorts and reefing them down too, exposed his grey
boxer briefs Kate filmed away at close range with her cell phone.

Whist Tina was moving to lower the shorts; Butch and Andy had succeeded in
removing Patrick's joggers and socks and were in the process of relieving
him of his jeans. Eric and Zac had not been idle either and whilst
Patrick's attention was focused on the girls attacking the clothing around
his waist. They had lifted his Tee shirt up and over his head exposing his
bare torso and hairless arm pits to the lens of Kate's cell phone and the
interested eyes of everyone else present.

"Oh fuck!" Patrick whimpered, as the grey boxers were soon lowered by Tina
around Patrick's ankles as the shorts were being disposed of by Butch and
Andy. All that remained of Patrick's modesty was a tight fitting pair of
white briefs.

"Hey your brother wears tightie whities" Andy called out to Liz.

`Yeah I know, seen them on the clothes line" Liz informed, trying not to
get too involved.

"Not much of a bulge in those briefs" Butch asserted, "You might be right
Tina about him still being a little boy!"

"Only one way to find out for sure" Tina replied.

"Noooo noooo don'tttttt! Pleeeeeassssseeeee !!!!! Ohhhh Fuckkk" Patrick
screamed out in a high pitched little boy like voice.

"Bring em down," Butch cried out again.

"Oh my god would you look at that" Andy exclaimed as he saw Patrick's
exposed groin.

Butch laughed out loud, followed soon after by the other boys and Tina and
Kate who was having trouble holding her cell phone steady she was laughing
so much.

Soon they were joined in their laughter by Emily and Susan who had come
over to see what all the fuss was about.

"It's so, so ... so tiny!!!!" Emily blurted out between raucous laughs.

"And so bald" Susan added.

Patrick was so humiliated he wanted to die. He glanced around and everyone
was staring at his hairless uncircumcised penis and tight little ball
sack. Out of shame and humiliation and exposed to the fresh air, his
shriveled penis was less than one inch in total length from the tip of his
skin hood to his hairless groin and below his tight little scrotum
highlighted his small marble sized testicles, his left testicle hanging
slightly lower than his right.

Patrick couldn't believe that it was a group of little 7th and 8th grade
middle schoolers who had succeeded in stripping him naked, exposing his
pathetic hairless genitals. He knew beyond doubt that pictures and word of
his pre pubescent body would soon spread through the middle school and the
high school. In no time at all every one would know his secret about just
how underdeveloped he really was and equally as certain was the fact that
he would as a consequence of his secret being revealed, be teased
unmercifully for a long time to come.

"Dork you're so small and hairless, this is just so funny" Barry laughed
out.

"God he's still a little boy" Kate exclaimed whilst still filming.

"I wonder if he is really still a little boy, someone make him shoot, so we
can see if he really can" Zac called out.

"Bet he can't" Butch responded.

"Yeah, not likely with a micro pecker and balls the size of his" Andy
added.

"Go on Tina, you have free hands jerk him off, make him shoot if he can"
Zac stated.

"I'm not touching that, but maybe ...." Tina asserted turning to look at
Liz.

"Looks like he really wants you too, he's getting a boner" Andy asserted
whilst laughing almost uncontrollably.

Patrick felt humiliated and shattered and his skin was blushing profusely
as he was held totally naked and exposed before his captors whilst Kate
roamed up and down his body with her cell phone recording every detail of
his abject humiliation especially his steadily engorging penis when all of
a sudden because Zac was laughing so much he felt Zac loosen his grip on
his left hand. Patrick gave a violent twist breaking Zac's grip and forcing
Barry to release his grip on his right hand.

Within a second Patrick had broken free of Butch and Andy as well and
before they could recover, he took off bolting naked over the fallen tree
trunk and off into the dense foliage behind.

The bushes scratched and clawed at his naked skin as Patrick attempted his
escape. He heard Butch cry out, "After him" and the sound of pursuers
behind him. In panic Patrick pushed on through the undergrowth ignoring the
pain his exposed skin was suffering as he brushed past leaves that cut his
skin and branches that seemed like they tried to stab at him.

The ground quickly began to climb making his escape even harder. Rocks
appeared and Patrick had to scamper up over these or detour around them. He
could still hear the voices of Butch, Zac, Barry and Andy behind him though
they did not sound like they were gaining, in fact if anything they sounded
further away. His hopes began to rise as his breath began to become ragged
with the exertion of his escape up hill into the depths of the forest when
suddenly his escape path ended. A 50 foot sheer cliff face of rock towered
above him, and as far as he could see to his left and right.

He was trapped and he could hear his pursuers gaining on him from lower
down. There was no where to hide, yet at that instance he felt a strange
almost alien sensation creep through his mind and a sudden urge took hold
of him to turn and go back towards his pursuers. Without thinking he
descended back the way he came till Butch came into view leading his
pursuers up the hill further below him. Patrick following the strange urge
in his head turned to his left and pushed through some very dense
vegetation before coming upon a large black rock that was speckled with
what appeared to be quarts. Why he did not know but he crawled into a
narrow crevice that offered little protection and tried to hide there
tucked in beneath the lower face of the rock and the ground.

He was breathing hard, the air escaping his lips rasping from the exertion
and despite his attempt to calm his heaving chest he was sure the four boys
would hear him even before seeing him in his partially exposed hiding place
and haul him back to the girls so that they could attempt to milked him, an
act that he knew would prove decisively just how undeveloped he really was
when he would only succeed in producing a dry cum!

Soon Butch, Eric, Zac and Andy where standing in front of his hiding place.
His escape was over he knew. There was no way they could not see and hear
him and yet the seconds passed and still nothing from the boys.

"Where did he go?" he heard Butch ask.

"Dunno he's vanished" Zac replied.

"I was sure he came this way. Come on back the way we came he must have
doubled back and gone down to try and get his clothes. I hope the girls
thought to collect them" Butch asserted.

Patrick lay there bewildered that he had escaped the boys. How could they
have missed him? He could plainly see them, even their faces when they
stood outside the rock crevice, yet they seemed to look right through
him. How was that possible? It was almost magical!

Exhausted Patrick lay in a fetal position in his crevice and soon weariness
and then sleep overtook him. His fear and terror subsided as his mind
almost felt like it was being soothed and then cleansed methodically of all
his fears. He slept and in so doing dreamed one of his favorite fantasies
where Patrick had special powers that meant all his bullies, tormentors and
enemies were not safe from him. Within this recurring dream Patrick had the
power to disrobe anyone. In the blink of an eye his bullies found
themselves stark naked and the laughing stock of their peers as their
clothes miraculously disappeared before their eyes exposing them in
public. For those he hated the most he even had the power to regress their
bodies so that when exposed the major bullies had tiny undeveloped genitals
and no pubic hair or a flat chests and hairless slits if it was a girl.

When Patrick awoke from his deep sleep it took him a few seconds to realise
his revenge had only been a dream, nothing had changed, except that the sun
was now low in the sky. He was still naked. The erotic nature of this dream
was such that his penis was fully erect in all of its pathetic 3 inches of
glory, just like it often was when he awoke in the morning after a nights
sleep.

Bought back to reality, Patrick crawled out of his hiding place stretched
his tight muscles then nervously made his way with great caution down the
hill to the scene of his attack. His dream had seemed so real and so
detailed. As he descended the hill he truly felt that he really did know
how to do the things he had just dreamed about. He felt strange,
disorientated yet more aware than he ever had of the world around him. He
could sense energies emitting from all the living things around him, the
trees and plants the insects and small animals hiding in the bush out of
his sight, yet he knew they were there.

There was no sign of his attackers and he knew this cause he could sense
that no humans were around. Not even Maggie who he guessed had gone off
with his sister. There was also no sign of his clothing and panic quickly
set in about how he would get home without the whole street seeing him
naked if his attackers had taken his clothes with them.

Then his eye caught the maroon colour of his shorts above his head in a
tree. He looked up and saw that all his clothes had been thrown up and
scattered amongst the lower branches of a large tree overhanging the trail
near where he had been attacked. With a sigh he moved over to the tree
trunk and gingerly began to climb trying to minimize the rubbing of the
rough bark on his exposed naked skin as he collected his clothing and
checking his senses for human presence and finding nothing, threw the items
down to the ground where he could dress and cover his shame.

The walk back along the trail to his street was uneventful and as he
emerged into his street a quick check of his new found powers of sense and
a double check with his eyes revealed only one person out in the street,
Rachael Musser, a cute dark haired 13 year old who was in the 8th grade
with Butch and Zac. Patrick had noticed her on a number of occasions and
admired her cute sexy looks. Rachael was standing on the footpath, as if
waiting to be met by someone, looking very hot and sexy in clothing that
highlighted her blossoming feminine body and would normally have been worn
by much older girls.

Patrick's mind despite his recent trauma filled with erotic thoughts and
wandered to his recent dream and absent mindedly he imagined denuding
Rachael of her clothes as he had done to his enemies in his dream. Suddenly
the aura's of the grass and plants in her front yard plus her own body
increased noticeably and within the blink of Patrick's eyes Rachael went
from fully clothed to stark naked.

For a few seconds she was unaware of her changed circumstances and Patrick
despite a sudden loss of energy stared unbelieving at her totally exposed
naked body displayed before his bulging eyes and what a body it was that he
saw. Rachael's crotch was covered with a small but thick triangular bush of
whispy pubic hair and a thinner fuzz of straight dark pubic hair that
fringed but did not totally hide her slit whilst her `B' cup tits were firm
and shapely, capped with sharp, pink nipples. Her hips were pronounced and
her body showed no signs of any excess fat.

Then Rachael screamed as one of her hands raced to cover her exposed
breasts the other her naked crotch and Patrick panicked. He was still a few
feet away from her but immediately he felt he was going to get the blame
for stripping her naked when people came out to see why Rachael was
screaming.

`Oh my god, what have I done' Patrick panickly thought, `clothes back,
clothes back'.

To his amazement the aura around Rachael intensified and Rachael's clothes
reappeared as again Patrick felt a little more energy seep out of his body.

"Everything all right out here?" a neighbor sang out from across the road.

"Yeah Pete, all looks like it is under control, thanks for checking" a man
called out as he emerged from the front door of Rachael's house.

"Rachael, What's going on out here, why are you screaming" the man asked
Rachael who was obviously his daughter.

"I'm nak.... ????? !!!!! Oh, ummm, I feel so tired all of a sudden I can't
think straight. I thought I was nak...... ohhhhhhh" Rachael stammered out
with confusion.

"You're what? You're not making any sense girl" the man replied, and then
turning to Patrick said, "What you been doing to my daughter son?"

"N...n... nothing sir, I was just walking home I wasn't near her, I don't
know why she started screaming sir" Patrick lied.

"Is that true Rachael, this boy didn't cause you to scream" the father
asked.

"Well no sir, not exactly" Rachael answered looking totally confused.

"Not exactly? Did he or didn't he, why did you scream?" the father asked.

"I know you won't believe this, but I was naked dad, all my clothes
disappeared and this boy saw me naked, I swear dad" Rachael nervously
explained.

"You been drinking girl, your still dressed in those tizzy clothes just
like you were two minutes ago when you left the house to meet your so
called boyfriend" the father chastised.

"Excuse me sir, I must be getting home, may I go" Patrick asked.

"Did you see my daughter naked son?" the father asked.

"Naked? I wish sir, I mean, excuse the thought sir, I know she's your
daughter but you know what I mean sir, I'm a guy after all, but she was
just standing there dressed like she is now since I came out off the Glenn
Falls trail and walked this way, how could she be naked? Patrick replied.

"As I thought, you go son, sorry I held you up, it seems I got some serious
talking to do to my daughter." The father instructed.

The last Patrick heard as he headed off home was Rachael's father ordering
her with a very angry sounding voice back inside their house as he
questioned her why his lush green lawn had suddenly turned yellow and his
healthy garden plants were sagging and drooping and what was she on, drugs
or alcohol and how he had been too lax with her and things were going to
change, starting immediately with the type of clothing she wore.

Patrick realised he knew exactly why the plants had drooped and the lawn
yellowed, he had used the energy from those living things as well as
Rachael and himself to dematerialize the clothing. Patrick should have been
despondent after the day's events but on the contrary despite his tiredness
from using his own energy he was on a high, a very big adrenalin high as
the endless possibilities of his new power dawned upon him and the vision
of Rachael's naked body flashed through his mind.


End Chapter: 1