18-year-old Morgan MacKenna had discovered her talent only one year ago. She'd heard the taunts from her classmates even before they made them. She'd been terrified about it but, somehow, her mother had coaxed what had happened out of her and explained that far back into antiquity the women in her family had had mystical powers which developed in late puberty. Her mother had worked with her for the last year to increase those powers, but even she could not realise the skill Morgan had developed alone...
John Matthews, captain of the local football* team, was an asshole. A popular asshole and hot like a curry, but an asshole nevertheless. He lived just down the street from the Boothroyd University student dorm and had taken every opportunity to make her life a living hell since she'd turned down his crude suggestion that she should go down on him when they dated last year. Today would be no exception.
>Slam<
Morgan picked herself up from the pavement and glared at him as he snarled back. "Watch where you're going bitch!"
Then his expression changed, went as blank as his head. His head, that was what she was suddenly feeling. Her thoughts were inside his head. She was controlling him. Now the fun could begin... time for a little revenge. |