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