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Authors name: Gambit (gambit367@aol.com)
Story title : Shadow Knight Chronicles, The

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The Shadow Knight Chronicles (teens, rom, 1st, mc)
by Gambit (gambit367@aol.com)

***

This is the story of a young man that discovers a great 
power within himself. He also discovers, in time that 
with power comes responsibility.

***

Author's Note: I started this story when I was writing 
under the pen name Matrix Legion. I never got around to 
finishing it, and when I finally did reread what I had 
written, I came to the conclusion that it was complete 
and utter cardboard. The characters were too stiff and 
the story lagged. So, here I am, back at the drawing 
bored. 

As you will soon notice, I've changed the names of the 
characters, not to mention the story. It used to read 
"Marcus' Power", now it reads what you see above. I 
really hope you like this version better. I know I 
enjoyed writing it much more than the first time.

For those of you who followed Marcus' Power, the plot has 
changed a little but not a lot. 

And PLEASE, PLEASE send feedback. That is the main reason 
I rewrote this. Send all comments or suggestions to 
Gambit367@aol.com


Chapter One

Ethan Remfield stood beside the picnic bench that had 
been the meeting place for him and his stepsister for the 
past two years. Ever since they had moved to this school. 
He would sit and he would wait. 

The place he was waiting at wasn't that bad. There wasn't 
too many kids milling about and he was virtually by 
himself-- the way he preferred to be. The grass was green 
and it seemed like a fair day. Something was just nagging 
on his mind though. The day had gone to good so far, he 
knew that something had to go wrong sooner or later.

His light, light blond hair was in dire need of a 
haircut, and he knew this, as he wiped the bangs away 
from his mirror plated shades. The shades were very small 
and round, just big enough to cover the boy's eyes. He 
was dressed in all black. One would think that he hung 
out with the Gothic's of the school, but he didn't. The 
black button up shirt and jeans were just his style. He 
really had no good reason to dress that way.

They were much unlike the shades, which he wore because 
his eyes were extremely sensitive to light.

No, Ethan didn't hang out with the Gothic's, preps, 
nerds, or even the jocks. The truth was that the 
seventeen-year-old boy was a loner through and through. 
Some would call him a snob, or even, maybe, stuck up. But 
that wasn't the case at all. The fact was that Ethan just 
liked to blend in. 

Some would call Ethan eccentric and maybe even odd over 
some of the things he did. Like wearing his shades, even 
at night when he didn't need them. In truth, the boy did 
that for two reasons. The first being that when people 
saw his eyes they always either gaped or accused him of 
wearing contacts, which he didn't. The second was a small 
part of why people thought him odd. 

A person could tell many things by looking a person in 
the eyes. And the boy just had emotions he didn't want 
people to see. Ethan always guarded his privacy with a 
fierce determination that would sometimes even surprise 
his family. He didn't like it when people looked in his 
eyes; it was as simple as that. 

She's late again. He thought, sitting down on the cement 
picnic table. But that's nothing new. His thoughts added. 
Then he pulled out a pack of Camels and a Zippo that his 
lovely sister had got him for his birthday last year. 
There was an inscription on it that said, "To my big 
Brother, with love". 

The seventeen year old blew out a jet of smoke and 
thought of the past. Some of it had its moments of joy. 
Others . . . Well, there was torment beyond most people's 
understanding. That's why he didn't talk to that many 
people about it, not even to Joanna or Tosh.

Joanna Remfield. That woman was possibly the savior of 
his soul. Lord knows she was definitely the savior of his 
life. He knew for a fact that he would have ended it all 
with a few quick cuts of a knife by now if it weren't for 
this woman, this woman that took him in and claimed him 
as her own.

To put it nicely, before Ethan was eleven, he was a child 
of the system, a system that didn't really suit him well. 
Most called it foster care, but not Ethan. He called it 
"Hell's Outhouse". And that was basically what it was for 
the boy. He understood that the system worked for many 
kids ... But he also understood that he had to have had 
the worst run of luck in the history of foster care, or 
so he thought.

By the time the boy was eleven years old, he had visited 
the emergency room nine times, twice for gunshot wounds, 
the rest for various broken bones. There were times where 
he should have went to the emergency room but didn't 
because his "Foster Parents" thought that he should stay 
in his room and think about what he did, while he bled, 
and when it was bad, prayed for death.

A miracle happened on his eleventh birthday, though. 
Shawn and Joanna Remfield adopted the boy as their own. 
This confused Ethan somewhat; since he had stopped 
speaking all together by the time he was ten. They would 
talk; he would nod yes or no, nothing else. There was not 
a peep that came from Ethan.

Ethan did not do this to be unruly. In all truth, the boy 
really didn't know why he stopped speaking. All he knew 
was that sometimes things started out good, but then the 
other shoe would drop and he would be straight back in 
hell again. He just didn't want to chance giving his 
feelings to someone that might throw them back in his 
face.

He was thirteen years old when it happened. A beating 
didn't break his silence and it wasn't broken by a bribe. 
His stepsister who was a year younger than him broke it. 
She had always looked out for him after that day.

He was playing with a pocketknife that his stepfather, 
Shawn, had bought him for his birthday and sliced his 
finger open. Natasha, Tosh to her friends, had 
immediately went and got a band-aid and fixed him right 
up. "There ya go, sport." That was all she said.

It wasn't the hurt of the cut. And it wasn't the sight of 
the blood... But it was the sheer warmth in the younger 
girl's eyes that made Ethan brake down. He cried like he 
had never cried before- even when he got the beatings 
from the other families. No, these were tears of joy. And 
this girl, no more than a slip really, had brought them 
crashing down.

After that, Tosh had become his best and only friend. 
When he finally spoke to Joanna, it was her turn to cry. 
And Ethan was pretty sure that Shawn even got a little 
misty for a second or two. From that day forth, Ethan had 
strove to make them as happy as they had made him. If a 
person was good to the Remfield's, they were good to you.

Ethan had learned that very early on. 

Ethan knew a lot about his family that he didn't let on. 
He was always good with details. He also knew a lot about 
himself that he didn't think important enough to go into 
with his family, especially his stepsister. She would 
probably hover over him until he went to the doctor's 
office. But the changes to his body ... He pushed the 
thought out of his head. He really didn't want to go into 
it.

Just then Ethan looked across the schoolyard and saw a 
short (probably about 5'1") girl standing in front of 
three jocks, football players to be exact. He watched her 
closely, seeing her wipe the black died hair (she was 
blonde originally) from her eyes impatiently, yelling at 
the three jocks with ferocious intent. 

She is kinda cute when she's mad. He thought with humor. 
She was pointing her finger at the one in the middle and 
verbally assaulting the boy as best she could. But 
knowing Tosh, there was a good reason.

Ethan saw that the middle jock's face was turning more 
than a little red. Ethan's feet started him in Tosh's 
direction before he even thought twice about it. He 
didn't know if the jock was the type to hit girls or not, 
but he wasn't going to stand around and find out.

******************

"You listen to me you dumb fuckin' jock. I'll try to use 
words that you'll understand," Tosh started off, her deep 
blue eyes starting to flash. "If I want to "Dress like a 
boy" that does not make me a damn "dyke", as you say. Of 
course your small mind probably doesn't know that there 
is nothing wrong with that to begin with."

Tosh kept going, loudly, and wouldn't even give them a 
chance to speak. "Once you get an I.Q. that don't involve 
football stats or a number of shoe sizes, why don't you 
take a look around. You might finally figure out that you 
are a complete and total ASSHOLE!"

I might have just screwed up. The small thought came to 
Tosh as she watched the middle jock's face turn bright 
red from anger. The boy, who was about two in a half 
times the size of her, looked like he was going to pop. 
And his friends didn't look any better. Yep, definitely 
messed up. Open mouth and insert foot, Tosh. She thought, 
a little worriedly. She knew she could fight, but not at 
these odds. One of these days I'll learn.

The middle one, who had the bad haircut, and had started 
this whole mess to begin with, apparently decided that he 
was not above hitting a girl. His arm reared back to slap 
the loud mouth girl into next week. Then-- nothing. 
Someone caught his wrist.

The jock, Daniel was his name, turned to see his 
reflection in a pair of mirror-plated shades. The blonde 
boy that owned them had a look of complete calmness. That 
calm look should have allied his fears some. But for some 
reason, it only worsened them, and with very good cause.

By simply twisting Daniel's arm in the wrong direction, 
Ethan sent the boy, almost, into a flip. Daniel landed on 
his upper back and almost his neck. That was when 
Daniel's friends thought they would get in on the action. 
Ethan just smiled in a maniacal way that even made Tosh a 
little nervous.

The first one just came barreling in with haymakers that 
Ethan almost laughed at. By the time the boy actually 
made it to Ethan, Ethan did a spinning round house that 
impacted squarely on the boy's jaw. Ethan could have 
sworn that he felt a few of the boy's jaw teeth come 
loose from that, but it might have been his imagination.

Ethan felt something that he rarely felt-- elation. And 
this feeling came from battle. He was pretty sure that 
this was the first time he felt it. It almost felt as if 
he was unstoppable. All of his movements felt completely 
natural. And this was strange, yet elated experience. He 
was in, what he called; "The Zone" and he loved it.

All the sudden, Ethan heard a scream ring out. "Look 
out!"

By sheer instinct, he dropped to one knee and turned at 
the same time. He turned just in time to see the third 
jock right in front of him. Without thinking, Ethan 
delivered two quick rabbit punches to each of the boy's 
legs. Each of them was just above the knee, and slightly 
on the inside of the thigh. The result was the boy 
falling to his knees right in front of Ethan. 

Then, with lightening quickness, Ethan grabbed two 
handfuls of jersey and jerked the boy forward with 
vicious intent. The head-butt that was delivered made 
those watching wince in sympathy, even Tosh. She knew the 
boy had a broken nose. She also knew that all three were 
unconscious.

What amazed some of the people that were watching was 
that during the entire fight, Ethan's shades never 
slipped once. That and Ethan never got hit once, and that 
was at three to one odds. 

Ethan stood up with one fluid motion, without using his 
hands. If Tosh didn't know it, she couldn't have known 
that he was just in a fight. The only indicator was the 
grass stains on the knees of his jeans. "We better jet, 
before a teacher comes out." Tosh stated, grabbing him by 
the arm and pulling him off the schoolyard. 

But he would have certainly left on his on accord. He was 
in no mood to hang around. "Whatever you say, half-pint."

"Don't call me that." She stated, slapping him in the 
chest playfully. She let out a nervous giggle as she 
tried to get him off school grounds. She was not quite 
quick enough to do so though.

"Mr. Remfield, hold it right there. I'd like to have a 
word with you. It was a voice that Ethan was really 
hoping he wasn't going to hear after that fight. It was 
that of Principal Wayne. 

"And what word would that be?" Ethan asked with a mask of 
stoic calmness. It was all an act though; he was a 
nervous wreck on the inside.

If a glare could have killed someone, Ethan would have 
been dead right on the spot. "Go to my office and wait, 
Mr. Remfield," Then the chubby little bald man turned his 
attention on Tosh. "You wait for me as well, while I get 
this lot picked up and sorted." He added gesturing 
towards the downed jocks.

Ethan could tell Tosh was about to say something and 
grabbed her by the arm gently, erasing any protests she 
had on her lips. She just gave out a defeated sigh and 
followed Ethan into the school. Behind them, the 
principal was helping up the football players and making 
sure that there were no serious injuries.

********************

Even though they town the lived in was only moderate 
size, the high school there was top notch. It was a 
three-story building that was still moderately new. The 
town had just finished construction on it two years 
before. Yes, the town of Kaymon, New Mexico had a great 
deal of respect for the educational system. It's just too 
bad the students don't have that same respect for one 
another. Ethan thought with a wry shake of the head.

"Jeez, Bro, you had me worried for a second when those 
other two jumped in. I thought you were gonna get the 
shit knocked out of you," Tosh said, only receiving a 
slight twitch of a smile from Ethan. Her face became 
sober all at once, she wanted some answers and she wanted 
them now. "I never seen anyone in real life fight like 
that, Ethan... And move that fast. Where did you learn to 
do it?"

They were on the second floor by now. Ethan just kept 
walking with his head bowed, looking at his feet. After 
all, what she had just asked was part of the changes he 
had not wanted to talk about. "From around the way." He 
murmured softly, knowing that she would drop the line of 
questioning.

That was his code phrase to Tosh that her line of 
questioning was getting a little too personal. She gave a 
frown but dropped the line of questioning. In all truth, 
she was a little irritated that he would only open up to 
her a little at a time. He never shared his past 
experiences in foster care with her at all. Whenever she 
would ask about them, she would get one of two responses. 
He would tell her that she didn't want to know, or she 
would get the other response. He would sink into a 
depression that would last for days and not speak a word 
to anyone. It was the last response that made her quit 
grilling him about the past.

They both walked into the waiting room of the principal's 
where a receptionist was typing on a computer. The office 
was very nice and the seats were comfortable, even if 
they were plastic. The woman that was on the computer 
looked to be in her mid thirties and *looked* to be so 
wrapped up that she didn't know they had entered. That 
all changed though, as soon as she spoke up.

She and Tosh were on an almost friendly basis since Tosh 
was in there so much.

"Ah, Ms. Remfield, so glad to see you again. What did you 
do this time? Put a green snake in your teacher's desk?" 
She asked teasingly, her Spanish brown eyes were 
twinkling.

"Nope, did that last week. This time I'm here for 
starting a fight I didn't participate in. My Knight in 
shining armor here," She waved an arm Ethan and 
continued. "Was the one to doing all the fighting." She 
gave Ethan an impish grin and got a scowl in return.

"You don't look like you have been in a fight, young 
man." The receptionist replied, appraising the boy.

Ethan gave the woman a self-depreciating shrug before 
sitting down.

"He don't talk much, but he grows on ya after a while." 
Tosh told the woman in an almost mock conspiratorial 
tone.

Ethan drowned out the rest of what the girls were talking 
about; he had no wish to hear about himself. Every time 
he heard his name he would just give an absent-minded 
nod. Yes, Ethan definitely had something bigger on his 
mind. And it worried him that Tosh had noticed that 
today. Noticed his quickness, and the ability to fight. 
He was also fairly certain that the black haired girl 
also noticed the sheer brute force he used behind the 
blows.

The boy had no clue as to where he had learned those 
skills. In all truth, that was his very first spinning 
roundhouse kick... And he had executed it perfectly and 
with great efficiency. It was beginning to worry him. 
What worried him most were the changes to his body... 
But, no, he didn't want to think about that right now. 

Best keep my mind on the matters at hand. He thought.

Just then, the short, bald, little man that called 
himself a principal walked in. He was wearing a cheap 
gray suit with a clip on tie, and he smelled of Old 
Spice. That was another changing Ethan was worrying over 
a lot. His senses seemed to be heightening gradually. But 
not at a super fast rate, thank God. He didn't know if he 
could handle that. 

But first he was going to have to think of the trouble 
that he was in now. Great, he's looking right at me. Why 
does he remind me of an oversized muskrat? He thought 
humorously.

"Right this way, Mr. Remfield," The man spoke with an 
authority his small little body shouldn't be able to 
hold, but Ethan stood up nonetheless. "I'll speak with 
you afterwards, Natasha." He added, as he walked into his 
office with Ethan in tow.

"Please shut the door, Mr. Remfield." Mr. Wayne told him 
as he took a seat behind the desk. Then the man started 
to clean up the papers on his desk with a professional 
air. Ethan had a feeling that he was doing it so that he 
could flaunt the fact he was the one in control.

"Let me get to the point, Mr. Remfield. I think that you 
are a troublemaker and a bad element in this school. Did 
you know the boy's nose you broke our star quarterback's? 
No, I suppose you wouldn't, Mr. Remfield. You're the one 
that is always lurking behind the crowd, waiting to cause 
trouble. Well, Mr. Remfield..." 

Ethan really couldn't hear the rest of what the man was 
saying. Oh, he heard bits and pieces, but basically, he 
didn't hear everything. Which really didn't matter, 
because what he did hear was starting to make him mad, 
and that was always a bad sign.

Before the principal got another word in edge wise, Ethan 
broke in. This was when something really strange started 
to happen. It was a tingling sensation that went all the 
way from the back of his neck and all the way up to his 
skull. It sort of made his scalp tingle. It wasn't a 
pleasant feeling, but it sure as hell wasn't unpleasant 
either.

"Shut up, you poor excuse of a little man. I have a first 
name. Ethan. Use it. Learn it. Burn it into you're 
fuckin' brain, because if you call me 'Mr. Remfield' one 
more time, I will skull fuck you. Got me?" The strange 
part of this dangerous lecture was that his voice never 
rose above normal level.

The principal had a mute look on his facial features, but 
he nodded nonetheless.

Ethan went on. "Now, what happened out there was not my 
fault. Those three jocks started messin' with Tosh, and 
NOBODY messes with Tosh while I'm around. So, what I 
think is you should let us both go home and forget about 
the whole thing." The tingling intensified. What the hell 
is that blank look on his face all about? He thought, as 
he looked the principal over. His eyes were also glazed.

Ethan was expecting to get expelled, not what happened 
next.

Finally, Mr. Wayne shook his head a little, as if 
clearing cobwebs, and gave Ethan a genuine smile. "I 
think you're right Ethan. Family is very important... And 
I think we should just forget this whole thing ever 
happened."

"Thank you." Ethan replied, a little uncertainly, as he 
stood up.

"You may tell your sister on the way out that she is free 
to go as well." The usually dour man added with a smile. 

Usually people irritated Ethan that smiled like that 
nonstop. But hey, if it kept Tosh out of trouble he was 
all for it. "Thanks, I'll see you on Monday Mr. Wayne."

But Mr. Wayne's smile wasn't the only thing that was on 
Ethan's mind. It was how things went in that office. He 
knew for a fact that Mr. Wayne's could have chucked his 
ass out of the school for the rest of the year for the 
way he talked to him. Something wasn't right, but the 
guess he had was positively ludicrous, at least to him it 
was.

Mind Control, the changes in his body, there were to many 
things that were happening at once for him to think of. I 
can't even believe I'm even entertaining the idea of Mind 
Control. He thought as he walked back out into the 
receptionist's office.

He saw Tosh sitting in the blue plastic chair trotting 
one of her legs and waiting impatiently. "You ready to 
get out of here, half-pint?"

"Don't be toying with my emotions, Little Man. I'll kick 
your ass to the moon." She added jokingly.

"Nah, seriously, he let us off. Let's get the hell out of 
here."

Tosh didn't have to be told twice, she was on her feet 
and just before she went out the door she turned and told 
the receptionist. "See ya Monday, Connie." The fact was 
she was in the office so much that she was on a first 
name basis with the woman.

"Probably so, probably so." The woman murmured as she 
kept typing on her computer.

********************

When they finally made it out on the school grounds, 
there was someone there that was waiting patiently for 
them. It was one of Tosh's friends. Her name was Heather. 
And Heather, in Ethan's book, was a complete knock out.

She was leaning against a Dodge Ram pickup truck and was 
wearing a pair of white shorts that were a tad too short 
by societies standards, but certainly not by Ethan's. 
Heather was also wearing a light blue blouse that was 
just a little short at the bottom. Just short enough to 
give a peak of her belly button every now and then.

She was also a year older than Ethan, which made her two 
years older than Tosh. But neither of the girls seemed to 
mind. "So, what didja get in trouble for this time, Tosh? 
You were in there for a while." She stated as she flipped 
a red ponytail over her shoulder.

"Why does everyone think its me that always gets in 
trouble?"

"Because you usually are." Ethan and Heather replied in 
unison. He even had to chuckle at that and that was a 
rarity, because he usually kept a tight lid on his 
emotions. That was, unless he was just with his family.

Tosh just gave them both a glare. But she knew that they 
were mostly right. "Well, this time it was Ethan here who 
got in trouble. Wiped the floor with three football 
players. Probably broke our quarterback's nose." She said 
proudly. And she looked proud. It was a good act. But she 
knew that he shouldn't have been able to do what he did. 
And it was making her even more worried that he was 
hiding something from her. She hated when he did that. 
They were best friends, they told each other everything. 
And she could tell by his facial expressions that 
something was bothering him.

"Hey, Tosh. I'm still crashing at your place tonight, 
right? 'Cause my parents are going at each others throats 
like you wouldn't believe." Heather asked with a frown.

"Yeah, I cleared it with Mom and Dad last night." Tosh 
replied, opening the door of the truck. Heather's parents 
were notorious for fighting days on end, but they always 
seemed to work it out, somehow.

"Hey, wait. Before you guys get in, I want to show ya 
something." Her smile was almost diabolical as she led 
them to the back of the truck. She then unzipped her 
duffle bag and moved aside the clothes she brought with 
her. 

Ethan and Tosh looked down into the bag, right at a liter 
of 100 proof Vodka. Tosh even let out a very 
uncharacteristic girlish squeal. She always loved trying 
to get away with things that she wasn't supposed to be 
doing. Ethan just usually marked it down to teenage 
rebellion and left it at that. She swung an arm around 
Ethan's shoulders and with mischievous eyes said, "We're 
gonna get drunk tonight, Bro."

Ethan just shook his head and let out an amused sigh. 
"You do whatever gets your kicks, Tosh. But if we get 
busted, it's your ass."

She just stuck her tongue out at him in response.

With that, the three of them got in the truck and headed 
for the Remfield Household.

******************

Chapter Two


Shawn, Tosh's father, and Ethan's stepfather was fairly 
successful because he worked at a law firm. That meant 
that they were by no means rich, but they were fairly 
well off, to say the least. They lived in the suburbs and 
their house was just slightly above middle class. But 
that was just fine with them.

The house itself was a two story one. The top part of the 
house had three bedrooms and was considered "The Kids'". 
That meant, as long as they kept it clean, did there own 
laundry and gave their parents no reason to come up 
there, their parents would never come up there.

Shawn and Joanna were pretty cool like that. They trusted 
their kids to take care of themselves. But they trusted 
Ethan to a fault. And there was a reason for that. If he 
ever did anything wrong, there was a damn good reason for 
it, like the fight that he had gotten into that day. He 
had a good reason: Tosh's safety was in question.

But all Ethan could think of on the way home was that 
tingling sensation that he got and how the principal 
basically bent to his will. It couldn't be Mind Control, 
could it? It wasn't possible to control someone, was it?

That was when he figured out that he would try a few 
things on Heather, just to assure himself that it wasn't 
mind control. When they pulled up they were surprised to 
find that there was no car in the driveway, which was 
kind of odd. Their mother was usually home when they got 
home. They knew that their father wouldn't be home, for 
the fact that he was on a business trip in Oregon. 

"Huh. Wonder where Mom is?" Ethan murmured as he got out 
of the truck.

"Only one way to find out." Tosh replied, heading for the 
front door. She made it to the door with the others 
firmly on her heal and pulled out a key to unlock the 
door.

Ethan walked straight to the kitchen, where the 
refrigerator was. That was where all family notes were 
posted. There, he read the note from his stepmother.

Dear Kids,
     
Jeanie's husband was in a bad car wreck; I have gone to 
help out with her children. There should be plenty of 
things in the 'fridge to help feed those monsters you 
call stomachs. (Ha ha) Now, you had best behave 
yourselves. I should be back by tomorrow. 

Love,
    Mom


"Who's Jeanie?" Tosh asked, a look of confusion marring 
her face.

Ethan just gave her a shrug. "Hell if I know. But you 
know how Mom is, she'd help anyone." Tosh nodded her 
assent to this.

"You know what this means don't you?" Heather asked. A 
huge smile plastered on her face. She didn't wait for an 
answer. "We've got the whole place to ourselves. We don't 
have to sneak around!"

Ethan just gave a dry chuckle. "Well, I don't know about 
you girls, but I'm taking a quick shower." Ethan stated, 
heading in the direction of the stairs. "See ya in a 
few."

"Are you getting all clean and dashing for me, Ethan?" 
Heather asked, completely missing the incredulous look 
that Tosh gave her. 

"Of course. You know I've been secretly lusting after you 
for years." Ethan replied with a straight face. He 
watched, with delight, as Heather turned a nice shade of 
pink. Then he broke into a wide grin as he turned and 
jogged up the stairs.

"You're wasting your time, girlfriend. You'll never get 
that boy to blush. I swear he's prepared for anything 
anybody has got to say." Tosh told her friend. She tried 
to keep any sound of annoyance out of her voice.

The truth was that she was a little jealous. Ethan rarely 
smiled and it was only for a handful of people, all of 
them in his adopted family and namely her and Shawn. She 
had had a severe crush on the boy for the last two years 
and it was to no avail. She had flirted and flirted, but 
he would never flirt back, not seriously anyway.

And to see him openly flirt back with her best friend... 
Well, it irked her a little. But Tosh wasn't the type to 
let that get in the way of friendship. 

And Ethan had just been acting strange the last couple of 
weeks to begin with. He was more out going, yet more 
closed at the same time. It was almost like he was 
putting on an act. But she decided that she would wait 
until after Heather left to wrench the truth of what he'd 
been hiding out of him.

Tosh threw an arm around her best friends neck and said, 
"C'mon kid. Let's go listen to some tunes in the den." 
She noticed that Heather was finally getting over 
blushing and chuckled a bit at her friends reaction to 
her brother.

**********************

What the hell has gotten into me? Why did I say that? 
Ethan thought as he made it to his room. He walked into 
his room and sat down with a 'thud' in his desk chair. He 
knew that he hadn't been himself for well over two weeks, 
but he thought that it just had to do with his body. 
Maybe it had to do with his mind to, because, usually, he 
wouldn't even talk to any of Tosh's friends. He would be 
just withdrawn and closed off. Oh, he'd talk to Tosh, 
Shawn and Joanna. But that was about the extent of it. He 
didn't like talking to other people. That's just the way 
he was. Ethan was just a very shy boy, at the best of 
times.

But it seemed, since the changes in his body, he was 
slowly gaining confidence. Which was understandable, 
considering the changes. Ethan knew one thing for 
certain; he was going to have to tell Tosh sooner or 
later. He hated keeping secrets from her.

Ethan just shook his head, like he was trying to shoo 
away the disturbing thoughts and stood up. He walked over 
to his dresser and pulled out a sleeveless black button-
up shirt and a pair of black Lee jeans, along with some 
underclothes and headed for the shower.

He undressed quickly when he made it to the bathroom. He 
always thought that it was pretty cool that he and Tosh 
had their own bathroom to share. Shawn and Joanna had 
their own downstairs. And he would thank whatever mighty 
being that was up there watching that Tosh was a tomboy. 

Ethan didn't think that he could handle sharing one with 
a regular type of girl.

The shades were the last to come off. They were always 
the last. He squinted a little at the harshness of the 
light in the bathroom. He forgot to turn it off. That was 
one this that did irritate him about Tosh, she always 
forgot to turn off lights.

Ethan got into the shower and let the hot water run over 
him in waves. He just wished that the water would take 
away his worries just like it did the sweat and dirt.

He must have stayed in that shower for close to thirty 
minutes just letting the water wash over him. It felt 
great. He always liked taking long showers, or taking a 
long soak in the tub. For a person that had been through 
as much as he had, he learned to enjoy the simple things 
of life at an early age. Because when he was in foster 
care he found out that some of the things that people 
took for granted in a normal life, he just didn't have in 
Hell's Outhouse.

Ethan got out of the shower and wiped the steam from the 
mirror. He looked at his reflection with mixed emotions 
on his face. The things he was looking at were the 
changes that happened at a very rapid rate-- in the 
course of two days in fact. That was what worried him, 
and if he was truthful, exited him more than a little.

Two weeks ago, he was of average build for someone his 
age. Now, his muscles were not exactly huge... He guessed 
the best word for it would be 'cut'. But they were also 
bigger than what they were by about two times. And they 
were VERY well defined. His washboard stomach stood out 
in stark contrast.

Ethan looked into his eyes and he could swear that they 
were getting icier. It almost looked like the tint of 
blue had faded just in the slightest. They were looking 
more supernatural looking, and he would be lying if he 
said that it didn't bother him. Ethan really didn't want 
to be more different than he already was.

Ethan dried off his hair quickly and ran his hand through 
it with negligence. Then he threw on the jeans and the 
sleeveless black button-up shirt that he had. Then he 
slipped on his shades. When he looked in the mirror, he 
could have sworn that he was looking at someone else. 
There were a couple of words that came to mind as he 
looked at the boy in front of him. The boy whose bangs 
fell over his mirror plated shades slightly... Wild. 
Untamed. Those were the words.

He didn't bother to button the shirt he was wearing as he 
walked out of the bathroom. He didn't know how to explain 
to Tosh what had happened because he himself didn't know. 
So he was going to show her, and pray that she took it 
well. He really did wish that she wouldn't worry about 
him so much-- But at the same time he was a little 
flattered.

He stopped at the top of the stairs before he went down, 
so he could think. How can I see if it's really mind 
control if Tosh is watching? If it were mind control, I 
sure wouldn't mind some fun with Heather. He thought the 
last with a crooked smile.

I'll burn that bridge when I come to it. He thought with 
a note of finality.

Ethan made his way down the steps as quiet as a cat. 
Which wasn't that hard since he was barefoot and the 
stairs were carpeted. When he first made it to the bottom 
of the steps he noticed that the girls were not in the 
kitchen. That's when he heard the sound of their laughter 
coming from the den.

"I'm not kidding, you should have seen the look on his 
face when Ethan sent him flying backwards. It was one for 
the books. He looked like a cow shit on his head, he was 
so surprised!" Tosh stated, then they both broke out into 
laughter again.

"I wish I could have seen that! Daniel always was an 
asshole." Heather said wiping a tear from her eye.

Ethan noticed that Tosh must have taken a shower as well, 
because her hair was wet and she was wearing a pair of 
very faded blue jeans and a t-shirt. She was also 
barefoot, just like him. He sort of liked the way her 
eyes sparkled with contained laughter.

Ethan let his shoulder lean into the doorframe as he 
watched them. He listened and watched them talk about 
that fight for a good two minutes. "It really wasn't all 
that great," He told them with amusement in his voice.

Both of their backs were to him, and they both jumped a 
little, making Ethan chuckle a little. "You would say 
that, Ethan," Tosh said, right before she took a drink of 
soda. She made the mistake of turning to look at him with 
the soda still in her mouth. Once she saw him, the soda 
was promptly spat half way across the room.

Ethan was very glad that he was far enough away that he 
didn't get hit. Tosh just stared at him, wide eyed. 
"What? Did I grow a third arm or something? 'Must have by 
the way you're staring." He stated with a sound of 
amusement that he didn't feel. That's right, Ethan, just 
pass it off as normal, maybe you can get her to do the 
same. He thought.

"Damn boy, what have you been doing?!? Working out while 
I slept?" Tosh exclaimed, trying to keep from staring at 
her stepbrother's pecs and abdominal muscles. I knew he 
was in good shape, but damn! She thought wildly.

To take her eyes off Ethan's body, Tosh looked over at 
her best friend. Her best friend was just staring at him, 
her mouth slightly agape. She wasn't even blinking. Tosh 
snapped her fingers in front of her face. Apparently that 
worked, because she snapped out of it. "Damn Ethan. 
Lookin' good, kid."

Ethan wanted the focus off of him. "Are we gonna drink or 
jaw all night long." I think might have pulled it off. 
Tosh isn't going nuts. He thought. In fact, Tosh was 
giving him a curious little smile. I wonder what that's 
about?

"We are gonna drink, Big Bro. And we are gonna drink 
hard." Tosh stated as she went over to her friends duffle 
bag and proceeded to get the Vodka. 

Ethan noticed that there was a little bit more of a sway 
in her hips than normal. He arched an eyebrow at that. He 
didn't know what to make of it. The next thing he knew 
she threw the liter of Vodka at him. "I think there's 
some orange juice in the fridge."

Ethan caught the bottle deftly and just gave her a nod as 
headed back towards the kitchen. He heard the hushed 
whisper from Heather before he was out of earshot, 
though. "Jesus is he built."

He just smiled at that as he made it to the refrigerator. 
He got out the half gallon of orange juice and started 
making drinks when a plan came to him. If it really was 
mind control, which he wasn't sure if it were, then he'd 
just have Heather to ask to see his room, alone. Surely, 
Tosh would take the hint.

I wonder if this is right, if it works? He thought as he 
started stirring the drinks. If she likes it, there 
shouldn't be a problem, right? Right. Right after that 
thought the girls came into the kitchen. "Took you girls 
long enough. Chattin' about the weather, were ya?" They 
both blushed and he chuckled. I could get used to this.

Tosh and Heather took a seat at the table. "Hey, Ethan, 
what are we gonna do while we drink anyway?" Tosh asked. 
She was slowly getting used to the way he looked. But she 
would be lying if she said that she wouldn't mind 
dragging him upstairs and thoroughly raping him.

"We could play cards?" Heather piped up.

"Yeah that sounds good. That ok with you, Tosh?" Ethan 
asked.

"Sounds great, as long as I get to drink and as long as 
its five card draw." She replied, leaning back in her 
chair, taking in every detail of Ethan. Since she was 
really looking, she noticed changes that she hadn't seen 
before.

Take, for instance, the fact of how he moved with such 
grace... Yet the grace reminded her somewhat of a jungle 
cat stalking its grounds. He seemed to exude such power 
that she was very surprised. She was surprised, because 
before his goal was to blend in. Now... Now he had the 
attention of the whole room, even if it was just she and 
Heather.

Ethan sat the drinks down in front of the girls and went 
to retrieve the cards. This should be an interesting 
night he thought as he went to collect the cards.

*********************

One hour later and about three glasses of screwdrivers, 
Tosh found out two important facts. The first was simple: 
She was more than slightly buzzed; She was blistering 
drunk. The second was she was trying to catch Ethan doing 
something. She had quickly figured out that the little 
sucker was a born card-shark by the way he shuffled, but 
it hadn't occurred to her to think of that.

"Ya'll, I tink itss time I went to sweep." Tosh's speech 
was more than slightly slurred. 

Ethan gave her an amused glance. It was all goin the way 
he had planned it. He had changed his original plan at 
the last minute. He had been putting a lot more Vodka 
into Tosh's drink than he had Heather's and his self's. 
This way, Tosh would sleep through what (if it worked) he 
had planned. It looked like everything was going in his 
favor.

Tosh stood up, swaying almost dangerously. "Watch it, 
half-pint. Don't want ya fallin'," Ethan said as he moved 
quickly and scooped her up into his arms as if she 
weighed no more than an infant.

Ethan turned to the redhead that was still seated at the 
table. "I'll be back in a minute." 

"And I'll be waiting," She replied with a saucy smile. 
God he's gorgeous. Heather thought as she watched Ethan 
carry Tosh up the steps.

Ethan marched up the steps with determined strides. Now 
he was very confused. How am I going to know if it's mind 
control? It's as obvious as the back of my damn hand that 
she already wants me. He thought with a frown as he used 
a foot and kicked Tosh's door open when he made it to his 
destination.

Tosh and Ethan had a lot of differences and their rooms 
were one of them. Tosh's room was always in complete 
disarray. There were clothes all over the floor and on 
top of her dresser. And he had to chuckle when he saw a 
bra on top of her computer. His room was always spotless. 
The girl in his arms had called him a neat freak on more 
than one occasion.

Ethan noticed that his buzz had already dissipated and he 
wondered if it had to do with the changes in his body. He 
passed the thought up as he made it to Tosh's bed and 
laid her down as gently as he could. She was still half 
awake, though.

Tosh looked at him with glazed eyes and a crooked grin. 
"What? No kiss goodnight?" She asked. Her speech was 
still slurred.

What the hell. He thought and leaned down and gave her a 
gentle kiss on the lips. Just when he was about to pull 
back, Tosh pulled him by the neck, invading his mouth 
with her tongue for a soul-wrenching kiss. Then, just as 
suddenly, she broke it off. "If I wasn't so drunk an' 
sweepy, we'd do more." She told him with a drunken wink 
and then promptly passed out.

Ethan stood up straight. His cock felt like it was as 
hard as iron, but he was also very confused. Does she 
like me like that? He thought, walking back out into the 
hall. Nah. It's gotta be the alcohol. He thought.

Then he leaned against the hall wall, to sort his 
thoughts. They strayed from Tosh to Heather. If she 
already wants me, how can I tell if it's mind control? He 
thought, drumming his fingers against his thighs, 
thinking furiously.

Then an idea came to him. I could see if it works 
silently. Make her do stuff that she normally wouldn't do 
in front of people. But it has to work off just thought 
alone, or I'd seem like a complete jerk. He thought with 
a nod.

"Are you gonna stay up there all night, Ethan?" Heather's 
voice floated up from the first floor. She didn't sound 
really drunk at all. But then again, that's the way he 
had it set up.

"Be right down." He called, taking his time going down 
the steps on purpose. He was trying to figure out what to 
try and make the girl do. Then he got an idea.

He made it to the bottom of the stair and took in the 
vision of Heather as she sat at the table. She had 
already taken off the rubber band that held her ponytail 
and her hair was flowing over shoulders. She turned to 
look at him and her green eyes sparkled. "Well, you made 
this Irish girl wait long enough." She said in a joking 
voice.

"You're Irish? I didn't know that." He stated as he began 
to shuffle the cards. "How much Irish are you?" He asked. 
Just making idle conversation until he got to the point 
that he wanted to start the test.

"You're looking at a full blooded Irish girl, bucko. I 
just killed my accent early, so I could blend in better." 
She replied, watching Ethan deal the cards.

Another reason he wanted to talk about a safe subject was 
that it was part of the test. It's understandable that 
she may want him in the heat of the moment, but not in 
the middle of a safe topic. "What part of Ireland are ya 
from?" If you're going to do something, might as well go 
whole hog. He thought, and then sent the command. <'YOU 
FEEL EXTREME LUST BUT DO NOT WANT ME TO KNOW IT. YOU WILL 
TRY YOUR BEST TO HIDE IT UNTIL YOU HEAR THE WORD 
'TRICK''> He sent the command as hard as he could.

Ethan watched in fascination as the girl flushed a nice 
shade of pink. "D-D-Dublin. It's kind of warm in here 
isn't it?" She asked. Ethan watched her shift in her 
seat.

"I really didn't notice it." Ethan replied. A smirk was 
planted firmly on his face. He was pretty sure that it 
had worked. He watched as Heather's breathing grew a bit 
more ragged by each passing second.

By the end of the hand, she was breathing rather hardly 
and there was a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead. "You 
ok, Heather?" He asked.

"Yeah, o-o-of course." She stammered out.

"Hey, Heather?" Heather focused on him, her eyes were 
glazed but it sure as hell wasn't because of the booze.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna see a card trick?" 

That was all it took. She was on him like white on rice. 
It was rather awesome for Ethan to watch. Heather 
basically flew out of her seat and when she was in 
reaching distance, she pushed Ethan to the tiled kitchen 
floor. He was flat on his back while he watched her 
strip. He was rather amused that she wasn't wearing any 
panties, and he was rather impressed at how quickly she 
undressed.

Before she could do anything more to him though he 
reached up and pulled her down to the floor with him. 
They locked in a french kiss that had both moaning at its 
intensity. Then he the he broke free of the kiss and 
worked his way down.

"Ohhhhh, God." She moaned out as his lips circled one of 
her already taut nipples. He swirled tongue around it and 
sucked on it for about thirty seconds before moving on to 
its twin. 

He was starting to move down her taut belly when the 
tides turned. She flipped HIM over. "None of that. I'm 
ready NOW." She stated in a very husky and sexy voice. 
Then proceeded to rip his pants and underwear down to his 
knees.

She straddled his hips and grabbed a hold on his nine-
inch cock; another of his bodily changes, then she 
started to rub the bulbous head of it up and down her 
slick pussy lips. Her breathing, although unbelievable, 
was even more ragged by this time.

Heather looked at her reflection in Ethan's mirror-plated 
shades as she sunk the entire length of his cock into her 
pussy. "OHHHHHHH GOD!" She screamed nearly at the top of 
her lungs as an orgasm automatically hit her. Her body 
shook with convulsions.

That was all Ethan could take, considering that this was 
his first sexual experience. He cum he arched his back as 
his come filled her, setting her off onto another orgasm. 
"Damn," He gasped.

Heather just laid her head on his chest, totally 
exhausted. Wow. That was her only thought.

I think my life just got even luckier. This was his 
thought as he stroked the redhead's hair.

**********************

TBC

Author's Note: PLEASE tell me what you think. You can 
send all comments to Gambit367@aol.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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