short story #2

Short Story #2 - Exploring Kevin's mind.

What would you do if you could warp the fabric of time and space itself, the ability to change reality at will just by simply thinking. What if it never stopped, what if every thought you had came to life, would you be able to keep your sanity? Kevin Lacombre, the 19 year old soon to be father, had developed this ability when he hit puberty. He was 13 which is ironic, I know. Now understanding his ability is not an easy thing to grasp but I'll try to narrow it down for you, give you a basic idea, how ever complex it might be.

Kevin was over visiting his pregnant girlfriend, she was due in a few weeks. The horomones that affected her from it drove her in wild moon swings, not the greatest thing to bestow upon a young adult with the ability to change the world. She would be loving one moment, then angry about nothing the next. This happened almost on an hourly basis, and he held his composure for as long as he could. Finally he snapped, his mind grasping at ideas. Very, very dark ideas. At first he started thinking about different ways to shut her up, ducttape, metal drilled into her mouth, her lips turning to zippers which could close and be locked, and welding. Each thought jolted in a change of reality, litterally causing her mouth to change form at his will. He laughed in a disgusted manner, mild amusement flashed through his eyes as he slowly tortured the woman. He then drew his attention to killing her, the amusement growing in his cold lifeless eyes. She exploded into little peices then reformed. She lit on fire and ran around the room screaming, putrid fumes filling the air, then reformed without a scent. Then her head exploded and she fell to the ground, lifeless. Then she returned back to normal. He relaxed, calming his mind. She stared at him blankly for a sec then continued on her rampage of hormones.

Nothing had actually happened, he kept the timeline correct, reverted everything back to normal. The horrible thing about this disease was that it broke your sanity, you couldn't keep track of what was real and what wasn't. But I suppose when your mind conjures everything into existance, it becomes real, even if only for a short period of time.

*This needs major revision, its a base idea for a novel I've been thinking of.*