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Ching! The alert came through on my phone, I checked it out and squirmed. It was another selfie from Dominic.
He was a popular kid--far too popular. It's like he was able to steal charisma, sucking it out of people around him. Life friends, would drift over to him; like a moth to a light.
Somehow I'd become immune to his powers, it repulsed me when he was close. His eyes would flick over when we passed, perhaps it was a curious fascination. Was it the subtle lick of the lip when he saw me, the idea of wanting something forbidden--me.
He was my neighbour, still living with his wealthy parents. I looked at the selfie again, it was different this time. His friends that normally surround him were gone. Like he was trying to reach out to me--I shuddered.
Outside I could see the drive was empty, his parents were out--he was alone in the house. I picked up the small vial of liquid and held it up to the light, its azure hue casting shards of light against the wall. Without a thought I filled a syringe, tapping the bubbles free. I hated Dominic Jones so much.
I left my house, for the last time. I'd never be able to return to my life once I started this gruesome journey. Pulling the door closed, I touched its cool hard surface and wondered if I was doing this for all his friends or for myself.
Knocking on his door I waited, he answered looked at me and half smiled. He stood there for a moment, his hand absent-mindedly cupping and stroking his pec.
The vision in front of me; his toned torso, handsome face, dressed in sweat pants, and a sleeveless top. He resettled his cap taking the opportunity to flex his biceps. His eyes sparkled, and he flicked his expressive eyebrows. "Like what you see?"
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Damn Andy was so hot. Ever since the moment that I first laid eyes on him I knew I had to have him. The problem is, I’m scrawny as fuck and he wouldn’t give me the time of day.
After years of being told ‘no’ I finally decided this one time, it would be ‘yes’; whether he liked it or not.
Any resemblance to actual living persons is purely coincidental… almost.
Sean and I had been communicating for a while via e-mail and through the blog on which we both posted stories. We both joked around with each other, often sparring good naturedly through our mails and sometimes even our stories. I never knew what he actually looked like though and didn’t know much about him personally. Then one day the strangest thing happened.
I was browsing my e-mail when I received a new one from Sean. The title was quite simple: “Read This”. I never knew Sean to title an e-mail in such a fashion so I was rather intrigued. I opened the e-mail to find out what he had to say this time.
“Read This One Out Loud.” It started. The next words sure looked like gibberish but as I started to read them as instructed they started to glow into strange shapes, sigils as Sean called them. The next thing I knew I was being pulled out of my body and flying (yes, flying!) to somewhere as yet unknown. In an instant I found myself in a strange room seeing the back of someone typing at a computer.
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